More inspiration

I’ve been a big fan of Phillipa’s blog Skinny Latte for years due to her honesty, her joy for life and the way she gets out there and tries new things and challenges herself. One feature I love on her blog is Monday Mantras.

Inspirational quotes may seem a bit preppy or trite at times. However there are times when the combination of an inspiring picture and a well worded quote are just enough to galvanise myself off the couch and into whatever I should be doing for the day.

Incidentally, the site fitspoholic where Phil found this image is choc full of inspiration if this is the type of thing you are into.


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Blueberry bagel with cream cheese

Whilst consuming my morning coffee, I sat down to catch up on my blog reading, as I am wont to do. Two articles really caught my eye, so I thought I would share them.

Firstly, When love ends. And is born again on Mama Mia. I’m a long time reader of Mama Mia, from back in the day when it really was Mia writing. Now I have a love/hate relationship with the site, or perhaps indifference/hate would be more accurate. I skip over most articles without reading, and consider unsubscribing every now and then. Every time I see an article about vaccinations, golden globe dresses, makeup tips or some particular aspect of singles versus kids with couples I want to click that magic “Unsubscribe” button. However once in a while a gem of an article is published, and so I can’t quite bring myself to pull the plug.

Anyhow, rants about Mama Mia aside, this article really resonated with me about how I feel about the end of my own long term relationship. Here are the passages I adored:

Divorce does change you. It challenges your ideals and lets you think nothing is secure when in fact, you always have everything you need.

It teaches you many things but mostly enduring a divorce encourages us not to take things for granted. It reinforces that we need to cherish what we have whilst we have it and to go on afterwards even when we think we cannot. It affirms also that love is a miracle and worth celebrating in whatever form it finds us – whether that be through a partner, family, friends or the simple gift of nature.

The first sentence sums it up perfectly. The way that everything you have come to believe in and rely on is simply swept away from under your feet in an instant. However the part about nature is what really struck me. I think thats the reason I am so drawn to travel – seeing this wonderful world and all its amazing beauty makes me hopeful about all sorts of things, and fills me with inner joy and love.  I can only hope that in ten years down the track I’ll be in as good shape as the author.

So for now, Mama Mia stays on my subscribe list.

The next article I loved this morning was try this: two commitment weekends by Sarah Wilson. Sarah is one of my favourite bloggers and I admire her for her drive, intelligence, beauty and energy. I am in awe of her commitment to nutrition and healthy living. One day I would love to try the I Quit Sugar eating plan she writes so eloquently about, but as a carb and sugar lover, I find the idea very, very daunting. I continue to read about it with interest, however.

But that’s not what this morning’s article was about. It was all about the simple idea of not overcommitting yourself, something I am always doing. When you sign up to too many things, instead of enjoying the activities you engage in, you end up resenting them because it drains you. The solution of this article: say yes to just 2 things every weekend, and let the rest evolve as it happens. Easy, right? So why don’t we do it more often?

I particularly like these tips:

  • Accept the first two commitments that come in (and that appeal). Instead of fretting about for the best two commitments. Why? Because it’s in the spirit of “letting life come to you”. When you allow things to come to you – and when you practice this life muscle – that which is the best thing for you right now will start to flow towards you. The chaff will fall away.
  • Write a list of things you like doing. Why? Because when Saturday night hits and you’re alone and commitment-less, you can refer to it in the nervy moment. Silly? Yes. But I’ve actually done it. On my list: going to the movies alone, eating boiled eggs for dinner and listening to folky CDs (Feist, Ricky Lee Jones, Gillian Welch), having a bath in the dark, sitting on the beach/in a park and reading a novel.
  • Remind yourself you’re resting. And that resting is good. And that getting a bit bored and slow is good because it means you’re stocking up on energy reserves, getting a pause (which is great for creativity) and creating some “light and dark” in your life.

I really like point number 2. For some reason I get a bit antsy if I don’t have plans for Friday or Saturday nights. Spending them inside watching TV is anathema to me and makes me feel like I’m “missing out”. On what exactly I don’t know, but there it is.

By happy coincidence, due to feeling rundown during the week, I don’t have much on this weekend. 2 plans in fact.  One of which was watching Wish You Were Here last night (an amazing film, go see it!). The other is a friend visiting this afternoon – we’ll eat lunch then wander around some local shops. Very chilled.

Back in 2006, I actually made my own list of things I enjoy doing online. Since I have no plans tonight, I’m going to stay in, update this list and try to do something on it. On a Saturday night. Will wonders never cease?

Do it


This is something I want to remind myself each and every day. Yeah it makes me want to go out and exercise, but it applies to so much more than exercise. In all aspects of life its easy to spend more time planning, procrastinating, over-thinking, avoiding and complaining about things than it is just to do the damn thing and get it over and done with.

I’m sitting here at work, day 3 of 3 straight 12 hour days. And its Easter, so to say it’s quiet here (yes I have used the dreaded q-word and thereby jinxed myself), is understatement of the century. In 12 hours yesterday, I’d estimate I did approximately 1 hour of actual work. In fairness the day before was slightly more busy, but by no stretch of the imagination could you say I’ve had a stressful weekend.

So you’d think with all this free time I’d have done some of the work reading and life admin I’ve been avoiding for the rest of the week, wouldn’t you? Would you be surprised to hear I haven’t? Neither am I.  I’ve done about 10 pages of reading, but most of it was pictures so I’d say that amounts to an hours worth, at best.

Instead I’ve managed to read the 1000+ articles backed up for me in Google Reader, I’ve spent way too much time dreaming about adopting dogs from rescue sites, and have been debating whether to finally pull the pin and order some sandals from an online store in the US, despite the fact that I won’t get to wear them for at least 6 months given the fact that winter is well and truly on its way in Melbourne.

So today is day 3 of my enforced seclusion inside my work building. I should take advantage of this and get some reading done. Perhaps I need another coffee? Perhaps I need to stop whinging and just do it.


This may be the last angsty image for a while. I’d describe what I’m feeling right now more as a “lingering regret”. Maybe I’m getting over it. Maybe I’m just temporarily distracted by work. Maybe I’m fooling myself and the angst will return in 30 minutes. Who knows!!

So true, but why?


Why is it easier to dwell on painful, hurtful events that fill you with regrets and what-ifs, rather than focusing on the good that you have? And no matter how dire circumstances seem, there *is* always good to be had, in some way, shape or form. Why not divert more attention to finding and focusing on that?

Is it because we think that focusing on the past will help us to “process things” and “move on”? What does that even mean? Why not just move on? Obviously I don’t know the answers to these questions, just thinking out loud…