
Minimalism doesn't = minus
The other day I had an exciting date with an ironing board and a basket of washing. Boring I know, however, there does not seem to be an adequate ironing person who I can pay to iron and bring back my garmets on my wooden coathangers (hate those nasty wire hangers) but let’s save this rant for another time. This time I decided to multitask this laborious chore and pull out the ipad, place it on the laundry bench and switch over to Netflix. A new programe appeared on my screen it was called Minimalism*
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Be the creator of memories
Lately there’s been numerous discussions in our household about getting out and doing things, see and experience life. Master X is hesitant and for the life of me I can’t understand why. I often compare his opportunities with my own (at his age) and when the topic arises, I’m surprised that he doesn’t jump at the chance to get on a plane (or train or any other modes of transport) and seek the (vicarious) adventure I crave. When I was trying to explain the importance of branching out and doing something out of your comfort zone, I summed it up in a statement, that ‘in order for one’s character to grow, one must create memories.’
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Wünderlust
Wün-der-lust: a strong, innate desire to rove or travel about
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An ode to my peeps
‘Come up and recuperate, you can relax and rest and get your body functioning again.’ This was the gift from one of my besties as I deal with my immediate reality, that and the fact that we can share our favourite Gin, chat, catch-up, sleep, FB, Insta and watch Netflix – however, we’ll leave that for another time. So for this particular post, I dedicate this to all my peeps.
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Finding the 'f' in funny
I’ll admit I’ve let time lapse a little, however there has been a lot on lately. Apart from the usual, three months of chemo, three exams, three assignments (passed, thank goodness) and full time work, Ive been on a mission (with my likeminded friends, thanks Madam C) to ‘find funny.’ I made ‘Finding Funny‘ a mission. How else was I going to get through this horrible disease, without (metaphorically) losing it completely? I’ve scoured bookshops all over Sydney, the same question asked time and time again.
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"Yes, I'll have a drink with that." How not to let others unload their crap on you.
If I’ve heard it once, I’ll seriously have heard it quite a few times. You know, someone else’s story! Whilst I’ve always had a compassionate ear for others’ misfortunate tales of woe, I’ve sympathised and listened without judgement, but now, I’m sorry, but I don’t have time for you to unload your shit on me. (I do believe that was a line from a song!)
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Cancer wont get me...
I really love looking at pictures of Zebra’s, with their soulful eye’s and quiet demeanour. They don’t harm, they stay together, they are strong and weak simultaneously. The image of this beautiful Zebra was taken from my hospital room. And although I would generally gaze at its majestic head, today this zebra remind me of a cage, with its black and white bars, because today is really when the truth sunk in. Today I am in a cage within my body. I have cancer.
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A story on the beach
Taking time out from the hectic Christmas season…yes, I’ve had my fair share of sauerkraut, turkey and pavlova to last a few more months, we head off to the beach in search of some relaxing fine time. Have you ever just sat and listened to those around you? This day I did.
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