Storytime

Off for a few days to my sister's and her family. It's a time to rewind and relax. I have no phone reception up there and no internet or wifi. (Unless I want to walk up the hill behind their house or head into Omeo) It's a time for lots of chats and catching up. A little bit of reading ...but I do get a lot of thinking done. It's time out, out of the norm. Away from home. Away from work.... Time to think about the year that has gone...we'll have a drink or two to Dad...and to think about the year ahead. Vicki 

This may seem quite sexist but I fear it's true...women, especially mothers, always put everyone else first.  Especially their children. We will do virtually anything for them (..no matter their age) and regularly go without so they can have. Who remembers dishing up dinner, to find one extra child at home and then taking some off your plate so that child had a full meal? We've all done it. Time after time. And we don't begrudge it. We simply, and automatically, do it. It's like making promises. We keep them (well the majority of us). Yes I will do that, yes I'll help then, yes I'll meet you there, yes yes yes. A promise to a friend or family member is something we can't and won't break. We live up to them. So why is it so easy to break promises we make to ourselves? Tomorrow I'll go to the early gym class....I'll start that art's diploma....I'll start searching for a new job....I'll start on that novel. Yet these are

I have so many bad habits. Some I won't admit to (smirk) but others...oh dear....I'm afraid I'm the sort of person who, when they buy a packet of mixed fruit...eat all those fake cherries. Every last one. And they are not even real...merely fake sugary impersonators. I also am not the healthiest eater in the world. Most who know me well, know about me and vegetables. (sad story but true) I, alas, also have a sweet tooth. A very sweet tooth, which combined with my love of baking leads to trouble. I am also so very easily distracted. Sunny day...time to garden. Windy day...time to garden. Cold and grey day...you get the idea. I tell myself that gardening is very good exercise..that it brings us one with nature. That it is good for body and soul. And indeed it is...it's also a great tool to use when I SHOULD be doing something else. I also enjoy my crafting, and when I get into it, I don't stop. Too eager to see the end result. Now, n

Or is it? I recently had the Christmas breakup for my writing group. It was a chance for some good food, great company and a look back over the year for us all. Had we reached those goals we set in January? Had we flown by the seat of our pants and achieved others? Had life thumped us in the gut and left us too stunned to do much but place one foot in front of the other? So with a sigh, it was a time to relax. Our next meeting isn't till the end of January. That is nearly 12 weeks away. 12 weeks to do nothing! Sit back and relax. Or maybe it's time to head to the beach with some family... Or perhaps it's time to catch up on some reading. Time to get out into the garden (when the heat allows)....frankly it needs it! Or is it time to spend with my nearest and dearest. It is the festive season after all. Time to spend with this young lady.... or perhaps this one... But then 12 weeks is a LOOOONG time.  84 days. Think what can be done in