Earlier this year, during the longest winter of my life, we escaped on our 10-year anniversary to beautiful Bali and its perfect weather.
Everything in my head, in list form.
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I found myself standing in a bright white room with my hands inside a vault filled with crisp $50 notes. Men in suits stood a respectful distance away and the lady beside me with the fancy shoes was explaining I was now about to be face-to-face with my future.
I’ve been meditating for a long time – more than 20 years – and to be honest, I still feel like I suck at it.
My problem at the beginning was reading about the mediation habits of yogis and Buddhists, who would fly off somewhere in their heads to Nirvana, where the mind was empty and everyone was peaceful. The problem is, nobody’s mind is ever empty, and while you can be peaceful, you’ll never, ever stop thinking. Took me a while to realise that (and also that I wouldn’t levitate – true story), and to realise that meditation is still super-useful even if you think you’re no good at it.
These following five ideas are the things I use to help me when I feel like I just can’t settle in. Which, since having kids, happens a lot.
Before I had babies, I was pretty desperate to have babies. Then I had babies and I was happy. Also, done with having babies. Then my baby turned into a three-year-old, and my evolutionary-driven ovaries are like “soooooo, how’s about moar babies?” and the rest of life/my bank balance says “whooooa easy, tiger!”.
And yet, this tiny kid is killing me every day with her cuteness. Her still-small feet, her dainty hands, her Daisy the cow lashes resting on rosy cheeks when she sleeps. Her muddled words, her literal hanging from the apron strings, her sing-song voice, crazy hair, wonky hugs, crocodile roll co-sleeping shenanigans, her penchant for sitting on the couch nearby with just one hand on me for reassurance… I don’t want her to grow up. What am I going to do without a baby on my hip? I was born for a baby on my hip.
Smalls has reached peak cuteness where she is both adorable and also reasonably self-sufficient, so parenting her is basically a non-stop joy. Parenting them both is, really.
I do hear it gets pretty awesome as time goes by and kids get older, and it’s certainly gotten easier. But these truly are the golden days and I’m enjoying them too much for them to end.
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The weather is beautiful today and although I’ve already had a cup of Yorkshire this morning, I’d kill for this bloody mary I had in Portland. Best one I ever had… so I had two.
One kiddo is at kinder, and the other one is systematically painting every part of her body with green paint. It always starts out the same way… they get out the newspaper, paints, paintbrushes, ask for water, paint three strokes on the paper and then ask if they can paint their fingers. Nek minute, they are covered head to toe.
So over the last few days I’ve been watching Eat Well For Less? where VMHQ’s favourite UK Masterchef judge Gregg Wallace and a mate go into people’s houses who are spending outrageous amounts of money on their weekly shop, and help them figure out how to cut it down.
There has been a lot of fish products spoken about and when fish cakes kept getting mentioned I found myself desperately craving the lemony mashed potato fried cake part of it all and wound up in the kitchen whipping these up for dinner: