So, it you’ d told me six years ago I was going to be turning 46 today I would have boxed your ears, or given you a warm klap as my countrymen would say. Because, how ridiculous is that???????
If you’re wondering how things are hanging, a bit too much if you must ask. Also been battling with a bit of a lurgy that saw me at the chemist late last night with an antibiotic script made out to Miss14. Tonsils are tonsils after all. Except some have white and red spots on them and feel like they are trying to razor their way out of your throat. And Amoxicillin is Amoxicillin – doesn’t matter whose name is on the paper. We won’t talk about the toxic waste coming out of my nose and chest because that’s just gross.
And I bet what you’re all really wondering about is THE PRESENT!!!!! Well, truth be told I banked myself a weekend in Melbourne with my mates a few weeks back – you surely saw all the pictures? If not I know you joined a cult somewhere and fell off the grid. So that was the present at the time. But The Artist is not one to arrive empty handed. This morning as I sat down to my coffee I nearly suffocated an Apple Watch (they are not comfortable to sit on, in case you were wondering). After the shock wore off, we decided I am not ready for that kind of commitment and people already talk funny about me sometimes – imagine if I walked around like 007 talking into my wrist? There was also mention of a Tag Heuer – Tag Heuer say what????????? However a couple of years back I was gifted a watch for my anniversary that I love dearly and am not ready to send to the drawer where all the old watches go. The replacement gift arrived at lunchtime enclosed in one of those lovely blue boxes that all the girls like to receive. [note to the blokes – you can never go wrong with Tiffany].
So, what are the take out’s 46 year’s in? Very different from six years ago people. Very different. Because happiness has been redefined as I know it. And here goes.
- Running on adrenalin does not make for happy. Being present in the moment most of the time makes for happy.
- The world doesn’t end if you don’t go to gym five days a week. It does end however if you don’t make it to hot yoga on a Saturday morning.
- 4pm is not for answering emails you didn’t get to whilst fetching the kids from school at 3.30pm and driving them home. 4pm is for walking Koda and breathing and looking at the beautiful headland across Lurline Bay, Coogee and Maroubra. And the world does end if you don’t do this. Because guilt.
And finally, there is such a thing as a mental health day. The first time I heard of this thing I scoffed and laughed and sneered. Well look who’s laughing now. It’s a real thing people. It’s like an adult time-out. I don’t know whether everyone needs it but I’m telling you that I embrace it instead of fighting it. If you don’t already – give it a shot. Magic stuff.
On that note I’m going to hunt for my friend Nurofen or Panadol (whoever I see first) because the tonsils are sending out SOS messages again. Thanks as always to all of you for the birthday love.
Love and light
There are times when sometimes you wonder about the universe. Because it can be so fucking wonderful and so fucking shit at the same time. I honestly try every single day to find the good. And I always do. Like the whales yesterday off the Maroubra headland. And the black lorikeets today. Nature truly can lift the soul.
Today was quite ordinary though. My bus was MIA for half an hour. The silver fox driving it looked perplexed when I asked about the tracker that connects to the app not being activated. Eyes were rolled (his, not mine because I’m not disrespectful like that) and I decided to move right along.
Some challenges presented themselves a bit later resulting in me needing a bit of a drink at around 3pm but one simply does not roll a glass of champers at that time of the afternoon on a Wednesday. So I took the dog for a walk.
Now all of you that have had eyes on Koda I sadly inform you that you need to stand down because he has found his great love. Six weeks ago another Goldie called Lily moved into the area. People have remarked that they have watched these two together and it’s as if no-one else exists. This is true. Another truth is that Lily has the devil in her most of the time and takes to torturing her gorgeous mother.
It was Jolina’s birthday today and she was having a real shit of a day. In her 4×4 monster she clipped a smallish Fiat on South Dowling (after sitting in traffic for three hours) and didn’t realise (because she was practically catatonic from sitting in the aforementioned traffic for three hours) but the Fiat owner promptly reported her to the nearest police station. Let’s just say they didn’t call her to say Happy Birthday to you.
After frolicking with Koda for a good ten minutes the evil took hold and Lily found the thickest, blackest mud to lie down in. She was like Topdeck. But black underneath. And then she promptly jumped on Koda who then became like upside down Topdeck. Jolina was going to cry. But one simply doesn’t cry on one’s birthday. I had a “fuck this” moment and told her we were taking the dog’s swimming in the Mahon Pools. She looked at me like I was a crazy person. Because there are big signs like this everywhere.
I told her to just follow. These were desperate times. And it was her birthday for God’s sake.
And then they refused to jump in. To the child that left his ball down there we bless you for your foresight. Jolina threw it in which sparked some interest from Lily who approached the edge of the pool cautiously. Jolina was quick to kick her in the arse, straight into the pool. Like a boss. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t howling with laughter at this point. Koda is more of a follower than a leader so boom! in he went. Monkey see, monkey do. I hauled both out by their collars because getting in was easier than getting out it seemed. And just like that we had too perfectly gold, golden retrievers. This is what #winning looked like today. And man, oh man was I feeling a bit better.
So were Lily and Koda (I think). They are smiling, no?
The wayward Lily was immediately leashed as observed in this picture. We are only stupid once.
And strange, but true everyone felt better. We laughed like lunatics, saw some more whales, shared some deep, dark truths about making life less stressful.
I know I have said this many times over, but this dog has changed my life, not only bringing me perspective but also allowing me to meet some beautiful people.
Keep it real people – life’s too short.
Love and light