Creamy roses - 28th Nov 2012

Divine creamy white roses

Sometimes I sneak downstairs at work just to look at the beautiful flowers. I'm still flawed by the sheer beauty of flowers, particularly roses, on mass. I’m also still getting my head around the premise that I now work for a business driven by making people feel loved. It's a refreshing change from the corporate world. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still a business focused on the bottom line, but there is something romantic and good for the soul about being surrounded by flowers. Today I suck down and was rewarded with the vision of hundreds of creamy white roses ready to go out to an event. They were simply stunning. My soul is still smiling at the thought of them. This job is so good for my stress levels.

Closed mouths - 27th Nov 2012

Oh, so true. How often have had wanted to close the mouth of a narrow minded, uninformed twit? This quote made me laugh out loud today. Humour in truth.

Life is short, by the shoes - 26th Nov 2012

There are just 29 days until Christmas. I am deliriously excited by this realisation. Right now I feel like I am running on fumes, and not much more. A week by the beach with the entire Gibbons clan is just what I need. So let the count down begin. In the spirit of Christmas I am choosing to focus on the excitement, not the exhaustion. "Life is short, buy the shoes," I say. 

Drowning under boxes - 25th Nov 2012

Despite labels, I can't find a thing

We did it. We are in. Every muscle in my body hurts and I'm so exhausted I could sleep while standing, but we achieved the massive feat of moving out and in. I haven't formed an opinion on the new place yet. My thoughts are drifting no further than sleep and my bed. But the dogs like the backyard, thank god.  

The annoying and hilarious task of trying to find stuff hidden in boxes that are yet to be unpacked has begun. Hindsight is a beautiful thing. Next time I am going to write a list of key things contained in each box on the outside. You see, three boxes marked bedroom are not that helpful when searching for deodorant you know you threw in one of them, somewhere near the bottom. Ahhhh.

Unpacking issues aside, today I am just grateful we nailed the move with no dramas, bust ups or door slamming walk-outs. Let the sleep begin.

Moving day - 24th Nov 2012

Moving day breakfast

The panic in my chest is being quelled by the excitement of an urgent project. I love a project. This random last minute move has me high on the fumes generated when one goes into organisational overdrive. The last 12 hours have consisted of throwing everything we own into garbage bags and trawling the web for moving boxes, bubble wrap and a truck! Right now we are working together as a high functioning team to pull this unexpected feat off in one weekend (before James catches a plane out on Monday). Let's see what tomorrow's post brings. This could get funny or ugly. In this moment I am just grateful for the excitement high.   

An unexpected move - 23rd Nov 2012

The drawcard backyard

Holy shit, we are moving. Double holy shit, we are moving over the bridge! Why the stress in my voice you may ask? Well, it's because in a fit of madness I agreed to move house this morning from a place I love, to a place I have never seen, tomorrow! Yes that's right – the world's biggest control freak agreed to this lastminute.com plan. With minimal forethought we are packing up our lives tonight and moving to a new place in the morning. WTF. Who does this!!! I knew it was an option, we’d chatted about it, loosely. But I was still in the thinking phase for god’s sake.

Why I hear you ask? In one word – dogs. The dogs need a backyard so Rocco can hopefully run his energy out instead of eating our furniture. At this point I would like to say that we got dogs because we don't want kids. Too much responsibility and restrictions on your life and all that. Right now you all have my permission to laugh big loud, satisfying belly laughs at our expense.

Despite my panic I am irrationally excited at the prospect of change. I love the fantasy of change. In this moment, I am thankful for fantasy. It is the only thing stopping this control freak from losing her shit. 

Something to aspire to - 22nd Nov 2012

Today's post is an aspirational one. I've said before that it rarely occurs to me that the world may not want to hear my opinion. Almost every time I have a thought, I share it. When I read this quote today and it forced me to shut my mouth immediately. I've been getting better at the first two this year through a dedicated effort. It's the last bit that still needs some work. I haven’t mastered the stop button. Today I am setting myself a new goal – to actively practice the art of stopping.