New name, new theme, new blog?
Umm, sort of. Part of me wants to yell �Yes, 2013 is the year I finally write to my heart�s content and attract a following of thousands and tidy income stream�. The other part of me thinks �I have a marketing piece to finish, the kids are due home, I have to cook dinner tonight & there�s a pile of ironing to do once the kids are in bed.� Hmm.
17 Aug, seriously? That was my last update and it�s now 26 Sept. Bad, bad blogger.
Actually, that explains a lot. This isn�t a �blog� in the �always updated, one million followers, ads everywhere and monetised to the teeth� sense. This is my spot on the net for random ramblings when I feel like it, with no pressure. Which is why it will never make me a millionaire. Oh well.
Ah, talk about being blog absent. Not going to blame it on the new job, being sick etc etc. It just hasn’t happened lately.
But tonight I found myself in the zone, in that sweet spot of pure bliss. And I was cooking dinner on a Friday night.
By Friday night I’ve usually run out of enthusiasm and am throwing together pizza at home or toasted sandwiches, just something easy. Tonight I didn’t get home until 4:30pm & the leftovers were scotch fillet, corn on the cob, roast pumpkin & potato bake. Far from being a planned gourmet dinner, it was actually ‘what do I have left in the freezer, what’s dying in the fridge & how can I make 4 tiny spuds feed a family without having to go to the supermarket.’
Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape.
In general, I’m a pretty ‘go with the flow’ individual, I think. Except when it comes to planning my day. I like to know what’s on the horizon for at least the next four hours. If something new comes up during then, that’s cool. I get more frustrated when something in my mental picture of the future is cancelled, especially at the last minute. I know it’s rarely the end of the world, but I just get these expectations that sometimes don’t pan out.
Gosh, where do I start this one. How about a pearl of wisdom? I don’t believe that a change in direction is indicative of failure. I believe it takes a strong person to change their circumstances.
I’ve been involved in small business for 13 years. It’s rewarding and it’s hard. Under the guidance of some great people it enabled me to firstly dip my toes into management and then plunge into total business ownership with my husband, as the sole income source for our family. It enabled me to work through two pregnancies and raise two gorgeous little girls. On the upside, I saw all of their first moments and kept up to date with the changes in my industry at the same time. On the downside, I’ve never had a maternity break, I’ve always worked when my kids slept and I’ve lost sleep worrying about clients and money.
I�m sick. Technically, a doctor would announce that a germ of some description has entered my body and that my immune system is in full response mode.�I�m pretty sure it�s your common garden variety cold or flu-type bug, that inhabited my 2 year old the week before.
She got lots of mummy & daddy cuddles and one day off childcare. Today, I ran errands, braved the school uniform shop, did the school run, tamed my Inbox, visited my parents & wrangled the kids into bed by myself. Then I happily collapsed on the couch to watch some recorded TV. That 40mins was as still as I�d been the whole day and I was quite happy to not be washing, tidying or even �social mediaing�. Until this blog post started to fester and here I am now in my study at 9:30pm to get it out of my head.
Before you go and get all excited, it is not a New Year’s Resolution of mine to write more blog posts, even if it should be. After housework, mummy duties and work, I occassionally like to spend an hour doing nothing but watching mindless TV, but that rarely happens, so my blog posting is waaay down in the priorities list. Not to mention that I’ve discovered the time black hole that is Pinterest. Saying that, I had to chuckle at someone else on Twitter who moaned that her brain is full of writing ideas UNTIL she sits down at her computer for some allocated writing time. I often feel like that. So tonight I’m foregoing an early (pre 10am) night in bed, to get some thoughts out of my brain. Here’s hoping that will make for a better night’s sleep, instead of a night of processing what I’ve just written.
Today, Kerr Alexandra (@Kerr_alexandra) tweeted �Probably my most favorite fitting room sign ever!�, with a pic that referenced makeup and fake tans. I�m guessing this is the bane of many retailers, who end up with smudged and stained goods back on their racks that nobody wants to buy. I�m also guessing that model�s makeup scarves hanging in the fitting room may be lost on most of the general public too, though they are intended for the express purpose of keeping ones makeup on one and not on one�s new clothes when changing outfits.
After having dinner, getting the kids to bed & doing the dishes, I forced myself to go back into the office and finish today�s bookwork before I wrote this post. I did get it finished too, apart from one bill I have to yell at Sensis about. �My aim is to have the books up-to-date each Monday and I didn�t want to start Tuesday with that hanging over me. �All I really wanted to do though was write. �The term is �eating frogs� � referring to doing what you don�t want to do, first, then enjoying your pleasant task afterwards. �Frog eaten, commence writing (it�s 21:41). Oh the life of a Work at Home Mum.