I’ll let you in on a little secret. I am desperate to be writing here. I think about it every day, and I feel passionate about it, yet I let fear and the worry of imperfection keep me from just doing it. Well, screw that!
Image credt: Kelly Rae Roberts
We are roughly two months away from making the big move to Australia. Despite major ongoing preparations and hitting big milestones on the way to our goal, it still feels unreal. I can liken it to the feeling before you have your first baby. Great expectation, some foreshadowing that soon your life will be drastically changed, but you really don’t know how much it is going to change until it happens. Then you’re one week in to being a new parent and can’t remember life from two weeks ago! I already have that scene running through my head regularly, of looking at my husband Matt when we are in Australia, laughing and thinking ‘I can’t believe we actually made it here’.
I need to start focusing a little bit more on self-care, be attuned to the glitches in my personal operating system that let me know things aren’t working as smoothly as they could be, or that there could be trouble ahead. Honestly, I enjoy that I know myself as well as I do now. I’ve found that journey of discovery to be very interesting, at times difficult, but very rewarding.
I’m spending a lot of my late nights browsing pinterest – you can find me at thisishappiness where I seem to have morphed in to some kind of optimist. I’m also really enjoying Goodreads. It helps track what you have read, what you are currently reading and what you would like to read. It’s so much easier to track what I’m interested in reading! I’m also enjoying rising to the challenge of reading a certain number of books for 2012. I’m aiming for 104. I’m currently working on #25 and it’s only the first week of March. I’m on a dystopian kick with no end in sight.
I’m hoping by just writing I’ll get my butt back in gear, and everything will end up being more focused, and less all over the place like I am today. :)