Steering myself…

You know when you get a song line stuck in your head but it’s out of context.

You only know that one line so you spend hours, no days, no weeks singing until it becomes your mantra.

It becomes you.

“So hold this feeling like a newborn child”.

It’s a line from a Missy Higgins song. It’s called Steer and I like that the line stuck in my head is from one of her songs.

(I googled it and it’s something to do with freedom and being able to steer yourself in your own direction.)

But for me in my head it’s about living in the moment or relishing the moment or spreading relish.

It’s about recognising the good and looking at it like it’s something terribly precious and worthy of being treasured.

So I’m opening up my shoulders, sticking out my boobs and filling up my lungs full of air and peace and life.

And breathing out through the headaches and the mess and the noise and the grouchiness and all that stuff.

I wish that I had more patience.

Can you buy it somewhere or get an app on your phone that allows you not to take it all so personally?

It’s been two weeks since I was worried about “hell week” and now I just want my head to stop hurting.

But instead I’ll keep holding onto the good feelings like a newborn child, quietly and gently.

Yeah that’s it, gently. I’m being gentle to me.

Be gentle to yourself too. xx

P.S You know what rhymes with headache? Jumping castle.

What the world needs now… (is probably not another list)

It’s time again for me to solve the problems of the world.

I like to do this on a semi regular basis as a massive favour to the rest of you.

I’m good like that.

So here’s my advice.

-Look for the good. It’s probably there. Somewhere. If you can’t find it you might be too close to it and need someone not involved and a little further back than you to see it for you.

-Don’t fake it til you make it. It’s not worth the effort. It’s not worth the burn out at the other end. If you’re not coping find one friend who’ll listen and not judge and tell them. Let them worry about you for a bit. Be loved even if you can’t love back. These things go in cycles, you’ll get your turn to do some loving.

-If one of your friends has gone quiet for a while find out why. Or just say hi. A lot. Until they say it back. Then start again.

-Tell your kids why you love them, not just that you do. Ask them why they love you. Ask your young children what love is. Ask them how they know. Ask them how big it is and why it’s so important. Smile on the inside and the outside when they answer because you make them feel that way.

-Some of the best conversations during my day happen with people I don’t know. Show a genuine interest in the people you meet. You never know when your 5 minute chat with someone might be the only chance they have to talk to someone during the day.

-Don’t put yourself in someone else’s shoes. Don’t walk a mile in their shoes. This is theft and should not be encouraged also you might get a fungal foot problem. Just saying.

-If you stop thinking about all the things you want you may be surprised by the little that you actually need. Go without for a while. Make do. Mend. Fix. Repair. Borrow. Share. But as mentioned previously don’t steal.

-Don’t judge. Or try not to judge. Or try not to consciously judge. And try not to pass your judgements onto others.

Is that enough? Are we all better now? I hope I don’t sound too self righteous.

The above messages are meant to be reminders to the me that might forget these things in the future from the me right now that understands the importance of compassion, kindness and patience.

(Sorry! It’s sometimes unavoidable to end with a badly worded sentence however hard you try to fix it.)

This is not a food blog…

Would it be strange for me to blog about my newfound love of porridge?

Should I do it anyway?

12 months ago I didn’t like porridge at all. And let me be that clear I didn’t like it sooooo much that I’d never even tried it.

I thought it was gluggy and flavorless. I got this impression though from seeing it dished up from a massive pot at camps.

But now I love porridge. I love the 90 second version cooked in the microwave (I only cook it for 88 seconds because I like to put my own signature spin on dishes) but I really love the stove top variety.

I make it myself. It adds an extra 10 minutes to my morning routine and as someone who prides herself on being able to get ready quickly that’s quite a sacrifice.

But I think that one of the things I like the best is that you can’t rush eating it.

It’s not like a diet shake or bar that you can eat in the car on the way to work or even a cereal that you can make at work or gulp down at the sink.

The porridge is hot. It requires patience and time. A luxury I don’t usually have.

I make my porridge with oats, water, cinnamon and a pinch of salt.

I also cook a banana in brown sugar dissolved in water.

Sometimes I toast coconut for crunch or add bran.

And I always have a coffee or two.

On the days that I don’t need to go to work early I might take my porridge back to bed with a book and quietly contemplate my day.

I didn’t like porridge a year ago and now I do. But only an idiot would pay $12 for it in a cafe.