Loving Life


I’ve been a bit of a Negative Nelly in my day-life of late, mostly due to the stresses and annoyances caused by my day-job. (This day-job actually equals almost my entire day-life since I leave the house and come home in the almost-dark every day of the week…thank goodness for weekends – if only I didn’t want to sleep them away…).

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But I digress…Aside from the stress, annoyances, Vitamin D deficiency and the desire for sleep, I am loving life.

Don’t believe me?

Well, here’s what I love about it!

My dog, whom I do believe – without fail – always makes it to numero uno! We had a little scare yesterday morning, which ended up with us at the vet first thing, worrying over what was happening with her tiny little body. But, after a couple of jabs, and some ‘expressing’ of the nether regions, she seems as good as new. Maybe she just didn’t want her Mummy to go to work (I’d been off sick the day before)?

My partner. I think this is the highest I have ever placed him in any of my list posts? Now that’s not because I don’t love him…it’s just I have always had ‘issues’ with telling people how much they mean to me. He’s a good lad, having tolerated over 6 years of my many ‘issues’.

Having the ability to do what I love, now that I have found it again. Oh writing, how I missed you. I do realise that now.

My beautiful family. A bunch of fantastic people who I pushed away for many years, but am thankful to have been given the chance to realise how much they mean to me. I could not have had that chance…and that thought is incredibly sad.

Having the opportunity to work with a bunch of like-minded, hard workers, who like a laugh. We put up with hell, are stressed to the max and exhausted, but to be honest I have never worked somewhere before where there were so many people who worked hard, were like-minded and liked a laugh…it’s very strange.

My boo-diful friends whom I hardly get to see. I love you all dearly, and treasure the times we get to spend together in this crazy, frantic thing we call life.

My online buds. My life is now so much richer in having met you all. My partner thinks I’m obsessed with ‘social media’. I think not! It’s just that after a hard day of work, what cheers me up the most is logging on and checking in with my pals online who may only just be starting their day, or have written some gem of a post, or who need a ‘chat’. I’ve never felt so close or been able to be so open to people before. As cliché would have it, I feel like a bud whose petals are opening slowly.

Now tell me, what do you love about life?

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That Crazy Little Thing Called Love


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Love is a crazy thing, and it sure can make you do some absolutely stupid things.

Here’s a few things that I’ve done ‘in the name of love’:

  • Stalked.
  • Became a mute. As a teenager I fell in ‘love’ with a few boys, but I had a problem. I was shy as a mouse and blushed incredibly easy. Talking, or even looking at the boy when he was near, was out of the question. So I would not talk, and I would obsess from afar. No surprises that I didn’t land my first boyfriend until I was 24 years old. I fooled myself that I had better things to concentrate on such as ‘study’ and ‘my travels’.
  • Sulked.
  • Became a spectator. In my mid-20’s I sat by and watched as my then-boyfriend and his mates snorted speed off a table and popped pills. They would then tell me that there was something wrong with me since I wouldn’t join them. I really don’t understand why I put up with 2 1/2 years of that? Oh, that’s right, I had NO confidence!
  • Pined.
  • Self-sabotaged my European travels. I should have been foot loose, fancy free, and working my way around the UK and Europe. Instead, I fell for a boy whilst living and working at a pub in Bristol (I had run out of money and had to take up a live in job. He was one of the chefs who ‘rescued’ me and the Manager one night when her husband – the other crazy chef – started beating her up). I fell bad, and stayed there way too long. At least it was long enough to discover that he had a dark side too…which succeeded in destroying my naivety along with my trust in chefs.
  • Cried my little heart out.
  • Broken someones heart. As I was falling for the English Chef, I had a boyfriend waiting patiently for me back home in Oz. Unfortunately for him, I had discovered the world and myself. I had also come to the realisation that I did not love him anymore. So I did what I thought was right and hopped on a plane to fly home. I really believed that I was doing the right thing. How gutless would it be to break up with someone over the phone or via email, especially when you had been together for 3 years? He didn’t see it that way though.
  • Settled!
  • Bought a house with a man! I was one of those women who was never going to settle down, was never going to stay in one place and was certainly never going to commit to a mortgage (or marriage!). About two years ago something happened, and I committed to a mortgage with my partner. Strange thing is, after all the stress, it’s one of the best things I’ve ever done!

So now that I’ve bared my heart and soul, what crazy things have YOU done in the name of love?

A side effect of the ‘blogging journey’


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I’ve been a bit down lately, as something I was hopeful of didn’t exactly turn out as expected.  After the initial thoughts of ‘It could be worse’, ‘Everything happens for a reason’ and ‘This will give me an opportunity to focus on what I really want to do’, my thinking slipped into the negative – a lot quicker than I had planned.

I think that’s why I’ve tried to inject a lot of positivity and love into this blog over the last few weeks – as knowing that I can share something with you and possibly bring some lightness to your day makes me feel all warm and fuzzy feeling. And when you choose to share something with me – I, more often than not, catch myself smiling.

In fact, I’ve never felt as connected to people as I do right now. It is an unexpected, but welcome, ‘side effect’ of the ‘blogging journey’.

What has pleasantly surprised you about your ‘blogging journey’?

Valentines Day debrief!


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I used to detest Valentines Day. It was that dreaded day of the year where, once again, I would find myself single, lonely and staring daggers at any loved up couples that happened to cross my path. I slowly became one of those people, that as the 14th of February rolled around yet again, I would be cursing and complaining that it was just another commercialised day for companies to make money from suckers.

It was pure jealousy and loneliness talking, as well as the repetitive thought that echoed in my mind that I would never find anyone. I was also deathly shy and a chronic blusher, and had such a hard time summoning the courage to even talk to a guy I was remotely attracted to. I tried to fool myself into thinking that I had better things to focus on than boys but deep down I wanted someone, anyone, badly – be it study, work, travel or reading…anything else.

As a late starter, I didn’t have my first boyfriend until I was 23, and even then, it wasn’t because we had a connection, or any spark, it’s just because I had started to think it was weird that I hadn’t been with anyone yet, plus the fact that some of my friends started telling me there was something wrong with me, and some family started to think I was perhaps gay. So, I embarked on a relationship, half-hearted. 3 ½ years later I finally woke up to my senses, causing a fair bit of heart-break in the process – only not to my heart. I am actually happy to say that my tune has now changed. I guess it helps that I met someone I clicked with and am in a good relationship. I think it also helps that I’m more comfortable with myself now, and think I was pretty ridiculous thinking that I would never meet anyone. And so what if I didn’t?! There is so much more to life.

I know a lot of people say that you shouldn’t need the excuse of this one day in a year to express your love and do something special for someone. But, I think it’s a nice thought, especially in a day and age where we all are so busy and get caught up in the rat race. Denis and I had a lovely time yesterday. We went on a date and had dinner at a lovely, quaint restaurant in the Swan Valley, seated at a table on the decking overlooking the water. Plus he gave me perfume and jewellery! I am feeling very spoilt and loved up right now.