Sunday, February 19, 2017

The week that was...SIX and SEVEN


How did I miss a whole week?

I whizzed through and barely touched the sides! I would love to ask the question - "Where has the time gone?" but I feel I already know the answer.

It has been sucked into the vortex that is my highly stressful, soul sucking job - at least that is what it is like at the moment. It hasn't always been like that and here is hoping (with all my might) that it doesn't stay like that! I mean it can't, can it?

I was lulled into a false sense of security a couple of weeks back....there was a rainbow overhead, which meant less stress on me. And... then the clouds rolled in again, shut out the light, the rainbow faded to nothing and here we are again.

At the moment it is consuming me. And yes, yes I know that is my own decision to let it consume me. I could just leave it all at the door when I leave - trust me I have tried. But my damn conscience and high work ethic just won't let me do it.

So the past two weeks have seen me utter depleted by work and feeling like the worst wife, mother, friend that there is in whole wide world....hence the dark clouds of depression have rolled in and sheer exhaustion ensued.

But I can't say it has been all doom and gloom....I did take a day off to go to our little misses first swimming lesson and while she didn't swim in ANY races, it was a delight to be sitting with her in the sun for a day.

The weekly neighbour dinners now involve another family in the street, which is awesome, so Monday nights are always great - and I only have to cook every third Monday now :)

My list of ten


My steps have been minimal - to say the least. And as for Michelle Bridges, well I haven't even seen her and I am two weeks in! OMG! Really need to get my tail in gear. 

Always loving my meditation and mindfulness. 

I am still seeing my Chiropractor on a weekly basis - a good thing too, because with all the stress has come an extremely sore and seized up neck.

How are you going?
Being kind to yourself?



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Sunday, February 5, 2017

The week that was...FIVE

What a week in Castle Stone!

Our little lady headed back to school this week as a Year 3 kid with the biggest smile on her face. This is a massive breakthrough for our little lady as the start of every other school year has been met with massive trepidation and anxiety. To say it was a super proud mumma would be an understatement.

She also headed back to her mini swimming squad sessions - I was freaking out and so was our little lady. Her first exposure to mini squads was a total disaster and led to screaming sessions and her little arms wrapped so tightly around me with utter refusal to get in the pool at all.

Queue a teacher and pool change  last term and we were making progress - she was actually in the pool even though she wasn't participating in the lesson.

Fast forward to this week and she was met with a new teacher (the teacher that made the progress last term isn't teaching anymore) and instant anxiety, she clung to me and said "I don't want to do it".

The teacher (who I am now totally in love with) said to her, "let's just give it 5 minutes, if you are stressed after that you can get out". She climbed in to the water and that was that....she swam the whole lesson and was amazing. She emerged from the water smiling and so proud of herself. Another totally proud mumma moment, this time I could even possibly have a tear.

This week also saw us at a new music school (the previous one has closed down) and therefore a new environment and new teacher, our little lady was a bit anxious about this as new places, situations and people are what make her most anxious. However, her teacher was beyond lovely and our little man and I got to sit in on her first lesson and she is actually really good. The teacher was very impressed as was I. And yet another proud mumma moment.

Our little man also headed back to swimming lessons. My parentals take him on a Friday. Reports were not good - he didn't want to get in the water. Once in the water he did not want to participate and was not giving the teacher anything at all. Apparently he wouldn't even look at her. Queue my anxiety and that of my parentals and discussions on how we can get him to engage in his swimming lessons.

After all that I am totally exhausted! And still trying to get my head around being back in to the routine of drop-offs, pick-ups, after school activities, dinners, lunches etc etc.

My list of ten


My steps were a bit up on last week but nothing to scream from the rooftops about. Michelle Bridges 12wbt kicks off next week for me - so I will definitely be moving! My goal is to increase my fitness enough to play summer soccer with a friend. 

Still loving my meditation and mindfulness. 

I headed back to my naturopath this week after five months. She is such a lovely, caring soul. I am back on Vitamin B's, Probiotics and a tonic in an attempt for more energy and better gut health. 

I definitely feel like I am going with the flow a lot more - the anger levels seem to be a lot lower than recent times. 

How was your week?
Got kids back at school? How do you cope with the routine?

Thursday, February 2, 2017

Our Rafiki


Joel

I have followed Constance Hall from afar admiring her fierceness and tenacity for some time now. None more so than her work with Rafiki Mwema when she raised enough money to build a Queens Castle for the gorgeous girls at Rafiki Mwema. She is also donating $1 from each of her book sales to the King's Castle.

Another auspicious blogger I have stalked and seriously admired, I'd even go as far to say I have a girl crush on this lady, is Danielle from Keeping up with the Holsby's. She is seriously amazing and just climbed Kilimanjaro to raise money for Rafiki Mwema.

Rafiki Mwema means "loyal friend" in Swahili and is a place that has been setup by lovely ladies, Sarah and Anne Marie to create an environment so abused children can be therapeutically parented and have regular therapy as individuals and in groups. The kids are also supported to have safe contact with their families. Most importantly they are loved.

The team at Rafiki Mwema work with families; in the communities; the schools; churches; villages; with the government officials to ensure the cycle of abuse is broken and children are able to live as children should.

They are totally committed to supporting the children who have experienced things we could not even imagine and to help them heal their trauma. They are looking at a family who will grow to love and be loved.

Ever since I heard about Rafiki Mwema I haven't been able to get it out of my mind. These beautiful children were constantly in my thoughts.

So I decided to do something about it. Hubby and I have talked for a long time about sponsoring a child and now we do, his name is Joel - that is him up there in that picture.

Joel has not had a great life so far - in fact so far from it. He has been abused by his family, ended up on the streets where he was abused even further - unthinkable things have happened to this young man. He is finally safe at Rafiki Mwema and Hubby, the kids and I are doing our part to make sure his future is bright.

Have you heard of Rafiki Mwema?

Monday, January 30, 2017

{life} The week that was....FOUR


WoW, time really does fly. Here we are at the end of another week and kick-starting another one. 

Last week of the school holidays for us here in NSW. Our little miss is going into Year 3 - seriously you blink and these kids are another year older and nearly as tall as you.

This week has been pretty low-key actually. Work for the grown-ups, daycare for our little man and some vacation care and play dates for our little miss. And a public holiday thrown in for good measure. 

Work has dropped from high pressure, throttle at full to a little less pressure and a little less throttle - thank goodness. Still very thankful to be surrounded by such a supportive team.

On Saturday we had friends over for morning tea....which ended up being a hang out for nearly the whole day. I love when that happens, the kids are having a great time, the adults are having a great time and the time just slips away without notice. 


My list of ten


My steps were almost non-existent this week, seriously I am really not sure what happened....oh apart from complete laziness on my part - any tips anyone has for getting up early would be greatly appreciated. 

Still being kinder to myself and chasing my Minbalup (happy place). This week I read a book....and actually finished it. I am currently working my way through James Patterson's Women's Murder Club series.

And this is my fourth week in a row blogging! and also reading my favourite blogs more, which I just love.

How was your week?


Friday, January 27, 2017

What Australia Day means to me...


Firstly, I am so proud to be Australian and really believe I am very fortunate to live in this wonderful country surrounded by such great people. I am also proud to call myself Aboriginal. 

For me, Australia Day is a day for all Australians to come together and celebrate what it means to be Australian, no matter where you have come from or how you got here. A celebration that should applaud our diverse society.

It should also be a time to reflect on our history and contemplate how we can make Australia an even better place in the future. 

January 26, the current day we celebrate Australia Day also marks the anniversary of the arrival of the First Fleet of 11 convict ships from Great Britain. A day that many Aboriginal people call Invasion Day. 

Therefore, January 26 is a day of mourning for them as they remember the suffering caused by government policies of assimilation and separation, as well as the violence of the Frontier Wars, which raged from 1788 to 1928.

I have no idea how affected my own family was by these events as there are no family records dating earlier than the late 1800's, but I can only assume they were affected in some way. And to be honest, the thought of their suffering makes my heart ache (as suffering is oft to do). 

The debate rages, and will continue to do so, over January 26 being the date we celebrate Australia Day.

I do question, why not change the date, so all Australians can celebrate this wonderful country we live in, instead of some mourning the occasion. 

Unfortunately we can't change the history, January 26 will always be known as Invasion Day for Aboriginal people and be a day they mourn. But the future is an open book, we can write whatever we want....we can celebrate this great country with a snag, a beer and the Triple J Hottest 100 any day. 

What does Australia Day mean to you?



Sunday, January 22, 2017

{Life} The week that was...THREE


Here we are, another week. 

Sunday definitely had the "crap, it is work again tomorrow" feels. That sinking feeling you get at about 4.30pm in the afternoon when you realise your two days of freedom with your family and friends are falling through your fingers like sands through the hourglass (nope I don't watch Days of our Lives).

Monday night was at the neighbours and as per usual was great. They knocked up some lamb chops with salad - delish. 

Work this week is still sucking the big fat cherry. My work BFF is back on deck and thank goodness. I may not have survived the issues and dramas from this week without him...and the rest of my very supportive team, who make me laugh when I need it most. After asking if anyone could tell me a joke to lighten the mood, one of my team mates shared this with me (and I love Sloths) - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0oMbwWqceNw

The kids went to my parentals for a couple of nights of being totally spoilt rotten. I have to admit when they aren't around I actually miss them - little terrors! Hubby and I took the opportunity to go out to dinner and the movies (gold class, thanks Mark & Jules), to see Rogue One. Yep, we are massive Star Wars fans. 

My list of ten


Headaches plagued my week, so my steps were low. I totally blame work. But I did organise to meet a friend once a week at 5.30am to walk! Always easier with a buddy.

My chiropractor appointment will hopefully alleviate the headaches and get me back on track.

As part of being kinder to myself, I have started to chase my Minbalup (aboriginal word for "a happy place") and will blog about my journey in a hope to inspire others to do the same, so please head over the Minbalup section and let's talk about happy places. 


And this is my third week in a row blogging!

How was your week?





Saturday, January 21, 2017

Minbalup, a happy place


There is so much anger and unhappiness everywhere. So much stress, pressure and worry about are we doing it all and constantly achieving more than we ever have before. It is driving people to exhaustion, or sometimes even worse.

It is consuming and pulling us down into a despair that is hard to shake off. Witnessing this in the people I love and admire makes my heart ache so hard. 

As my years have ticked over and my depression has attempted to drown me on more than one occasion, it has become extremely important for me to find my happy place and help those around me find their's too. 

Minbalup is the Aboriginal word for "a happy place" and it has become my passion to find it and share it. 

I'd love you to join in too. Let's try to find Minbalup in every day and share it to inspire others to find their Minbalup too. 

Head over to Instagram and share your images using #minbalup and tag me in it, @sammy_on_venus or hit me up on my Facebook page, https://www.facebook.com/alifeonvenus.

Are you keen to find your Minbalup?
What is your Minbalup?