A very happy 365 days unbirthday to me
“All the world is birthday cake, so take a piece, but not too much.” George Harrison
WHY I HAVE CHOSEN THIS QUOTE
To be my natural 1oo% transparent self. I do promise too much. I demand too much of myself. I get bummed out if I don’t do everything I set out in my head to achieve for the day. . #FollowGreatFootsteps
Take yesterday as a fine example,
I’m up at 5 a.m. going through my emails , comments, start finding inspiration for the blog/s I want to write for the day. My hubby makes me a coffee every morning. I think he has a similar condition to people who have been kidknapped by weirdos annd develop Stockholm syndrome, except in our house it is called
He is a bit of a super star when it comes to little small gestures. My Bella Bee and and other non human child usually come bounding into my bed at about 6-7 am.
Cuddle time and I have to listen to the diatribe of events that occurred in my daughters dream. Along with say the 5 or 6 other things that come out of her mouth which can seem like such a perfect and nonsensical thing at the same time.
She is the, Martin Luther King , of her generation
” I have a dream……..”
I usually then do any challenges or whatever blogs I need to. I then get ready for a good blog catch up.
I’ve realised that saying yes to everything means I’m fucking knackered when I get home. I love volunteering. I had a blast at the training yesterday. It was intense( 10- 4 pm. )
We did a lot of practising how to facilitate in a support group group. I never realised how hard it is to hold the space, let the group lead and support each other, speak as little as possible , make sure the support group sticks to boundaries and their ground rules, time keeping and choosing what to disclose about myself.
We did a lot of ‘what you would do if? ‘ scenarios- where we were timed 30 seconds to come up with an answer.
My head was blagged and ready to implode by 3: 30 pm.
On the way home. Thoughts of going to put the heating on and put my feet up, eat and chill enter my mind. It’s cloudy, raining and cold….. I’m going home to chill…
erm, we are talking about me -Daisy.
I have a massive gym session to do.
There is no time to pause.
I’m at it like a boss.
Throwing my punches and my best kick boxing moves to the imaginary prick/opponent I am uppper ‘hooking’and jabbing and crushing with my awesome knee jump -like a ninjaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
I wish it were this easy
These imaginary opponents can take on a human form or an animated form of
oh let me think now….
So hard core session is complete.
Steam is eking out of my pores.
I have a moment of panic that I might be one of those rare individuals you read about,in some obscure magazine,, who just spontaneously combust into flames.
I can see the headline:
‘Girl works out – with epic awesomeness and bursts into flames and then she arises from the ashes like a phoenix bird because she is awesome like that’
I decide that I’m being overly dramatic and then smell myself and think a quiet bath with a face mask and a hair mask will be the Dogs bollocks- the best way to treat myself.
Erm……………………… I have a four year old who wants me to play princess Jasmine, Elsa, Raja and whoever else she can think of -all at the same time . Remember
Ooh and don’t forget she wants to help clean me.
Aaaaah how sweet.
More like, please piss off and give me time to myself. 😀 .
The last of the bath water remnants swill down the plug hole and I look down at my hands –
shiiiiiiiiiiiiit , my nails are in a state .
I’m also thinking the blue colour totally out- rocks the orange I have on them.
I then have to simultaneously dry hair an nails at the same time.
To say I’m slightly talented is well a bit modest 😉 Ha ha!
Ooooh. Tummy starts growling.
FOOD. – THE MISSION BECOMES DAISY GET FOOD NOW OR I WILL TURN ON YOU AND EAT YOUR BODY ORGANS.
I’ve got way too much living and things to do for that to happen.
Get sat down in bed and I think of all the promises I made to catch up with y’all.
Before I can get any kind of decision made in my head.
It’s story time and it is not my turn to read 😦 very sad face- because Bella Bee’s reading can take what seems a very long time.
I then get all sparked up with my laptop fired up, I’m under the duvets ready to enter the blogospheare. Cue – Epic music.
I must say these clean sheets are mighty comfy – only 7 pm .If I just close my eyes for a sec….
“Daisy wake up ,take your meds and brush your teeth it is half ten ”
Yes my other half does say this to me.
My mind is scrambled. I have a bloody bloggging z-z challenge to do and I have to read over 200 posts of the people I follow.
No I am not going to cheat myself and just like them.
I am going to read every. single. one. Comment on every single one.
Two a.m. and I finally can hit the pillow almost guilt free:
I didn’t do my blog challenge
or my gratitude surprise challenge for my readers and peer followers
useless, take yourself out with the trash incompetent being.
My thoughts are retired drill instructors. they paid a membership to lease out my mind and now that won’t fuck off -pardon my sewerage mouth talk.
It is now 5:50 am and I am going to edit and polish off this post and hit the publish button -blast it into the blogoshphere.
Today I can imagine the set up being similar.
I will not give up.
Can I just say coffee is a truly my best friend. None of the crap shit.
I mean proper coffee made from some little village in Columbia with it’s fair trade stamp on.
So, I’m a greedy Bee with an itch ( bitch) . I want big slices of the cake. Hell, I want all the cake.
Sharing is something my four year old daughter has to do. This does not apply to me. I am an adult.
Okay, luckily my days are not always so full on – my mental health is important and it should be for everyone.
This is not a long term solution to living for me. I have committed myself to various projects and (coughs) a wedding and all that. Nothing major….
Look just take care of yourselves, please. We all live busy lives and have our shit to deal with but be kind to yourself. 🙂
Happy mid week!
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Posted on 2016-04-13, in INSPIRED BY MY MUSE, Write to create and tagged Family matters, INSPIRED BY MY MUSE, Life, THIS IS LIFE, wedding, Write to create, writing. Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.