Geraniums in my garden

Yesterday was a bad day to try and find gratitude....poor Stephanie woke me up last night at 2am with a massive projectile vomit and was very distressed. Poor Alex was suffering too and I felt nauseous and like crawling back into bed. I had heaps that I'd wanted to get done yesterday, Monday is usually the day that Stephanie goes to daycare and Alex at school.  However, I can be grateful that thanks to the government and also generous child support, I'm able to stay home with the kids and not have to ring in sick or worry that I'm going to lose my job. Stephanie is talking so much more lately, it was very helpful with her being sick because she was able to tell me what she wanted.  She could say "no", or "yes" or "KIG!", which is her word for "Peppa Pig".  And goodness gracious me, did we ever watch a whole lot of KIG yesterday.  It kept her happy and I spent time in the loungeroom with her, cuddling her, then did some housework an...

As I've been looking at lots of dysfunctional things in my life lately, one that continues to affect me is the food thing.  I've been a dieter since a very early age, as I mistakenly took the view that being skinny would equal having a boyfriend, and I thought that having a boyfriend would make me acceptable. I have been 16, 6 foot tall, 80kg and thought I was the fattest person ever. I've been obsessed with my fat arms, and looked at the arms of every other woman that crosses my path and the toned arms of celebrities. I've been 19, 100kg and started Jenny Craig. I've been 20, lost 11kg and started throwing up and restricting. I've been 24, binge drinking, and 91kg.  Unhappy and paranoid but slim, but not slim enough. I've been 30, pregnant and 130kg, eating for two or three or perhaps a small continent.  Fearful that I wouldn't lose it but unable to let the opportunity for a safe binge to pass me by. I've been 38, pregnant again at 110kg ...

Today I don't feel like writing a gratitude blog!! I haven't for the past few days.  That's the trouble with these sorts of gratitude blogs, you start off with fabulous intentions but end up running out of time, getting bored or not feeling like you really have anything to say. And that's ok - it's good to be honest about where I'm at and what I'm feeling. It has been a long week and it's the time of the year where everyone is a bit grumpier, people have less patience in shops, on the road and in general. So I have to be honest with those around me and tell them that sometimes I get grumpy and over it.  I'm grateful that I can express my feelings honestly, in a nonjudgemental way....when I do this, the feelings lose power and I am free to behave in a more rational, functional way. Here's to losing your marbles occasionally, so that you can pick them up again and get on with life xx

Is gratitude annoying? Is it a humblebrag? Is it a way of surreptitiously complaining about your life in a way that you caption "#blessed" so that people don't realise that you're actually really angry and annoyed by stuff? I don't know.  Sometimes bad stuff happens in life and I find myself being annoyed by the smallest things. The person in front of me in traffic that turns right and doesn't use their indicator.  Pedestrians dashing in front of me.  Dropping things and forgetting stuff and getting a parking ticket.  Those things make me mad, and can send me catapulting into a crazy-valanche that is like a tiny snowball rolling down a snowy mountain, gathering speed and crazy as it rolls, until it crashes at the base of the mountain and wipes out a whole village. That's the kind of feelings I have.  Big ones. Intense ones. And I struggle with the here and now. Gratitude can be a really easy and quick way of reminding myself that even though there is p...

So today was a massively hot day where I had a little girl to entertain.  We decided to go to the Shepparton Markets and check out the stalls before it got too hot.  I had no plans to spend money as I'm trying to save up for Christmas presents, but I saw some gorgeous necklaces from The Little Bean and some cute shoes from Vintage Cotton Candy.  As soon as we got out of the car and went walking, I spotted my first geraniums of the day.  A beautiful pink bush, that reminded me of the lovely souls who are blooming all over Shepparton. I have met so many lovely friends at playgroups and sometimes just through striking up a conversation with another mum over a tin of formula at the chemist.  Lovely people are all over the place, if you just look. We filled the day in playing and unpacking and visiting. A quick trip to the library to pick up some new books, spin in the red chair, play on the boat, and get the obligatory cup of water.  When we got home I s...

There's a lot wrong with the world, but you know...there's a lot right with it too. Life is a bitch sometimes and the only way we can accept that is to practice accepting life on life's terms.  I admit that I can be a bit of a diva and I definitely have a lot of feelings.  I am in recovery from a number of emotional issues...I have in the past wanted other people to take responsibility for my life and absolve me, but in attending 12 Step groups and through my faith in God, I have become a person who is a lot more functional..... A daily gratitude journal is a wonderful way of seeing the positive in life and rising above my present circumstances.  I've had the good fortune to have a number of wonderful people in my life, including friends and family.  One of the people who I had a very close connection with was my beautiful Grandma, Hazel Cook.  She and I spoke often on the phone and she would say to me in her soothing voice, "nothing lasts forever, Deborah, ...