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Regroup and Hibernate

 Selfie

 

I suck at cold weather. 

Should have been a QLD baby.

I love summer. A breeze coming through all the open windows in the house, sunny days, longer evenings. There seems more time, more energy. I am always happier over those months. Have they always been around or have I just been too "busy" to stop and see all these gorgeous evenings that we have been having?

  Sunset

It is probably one of the reasons why I love travelling to Bali. Or it could be that I just love holidays? Three massages a day, seafood scoff galore and watching glorious sunsets every night. 

Did I tell you I'm going back in 79 days? Yep, you heard it right here. 

Sandals

And Melbourne has given the last hoorah of the warmth last week. I wore my sandals on a yummy 26 degree day thinking it might the last time before I'd have to pull out the boots from the back of the cupboard. 

Insert sad face. 

I don't know about you, but I go inwards over the colder months, I get less social, I go quieter and it is a lot harder for me to get motivated. To get inspired. Actually, to even do the most mundane of the daily grind it is sooooooo much easier to put off. 

So, I'm writing a plan to get me through this time. Just a few things to focus on and bookmark some goals. This way the next four or so months  will not be left unfocused but will be with purpose and hopefully when I look up from my "regroup" the sun will be bestowing it's beautiful warm glow yet again. 

I miss Meditating. I miss Yoga. So I'm going to start this up again. I want/need blocked out Zen time as I have recently noticed anxiety creeping it's head back up again, and I can't go to my trusty Valium anymore. 

Downward dog will have to do.

I've also started creating a new website. It is super early days, only a fifth of the way through in building it and I'm super excited about this new project. Completely seperate to my blog here but a philosophy that is my ethos, and I cannot wait to get it up and running. Stay tuned peeps!

The Easter long weekend has always been a happy/sad time as with the break comes the confirmation that the seasons are truly changing, but it may also be natures way of giving us the "time out" that we all need to regroup, hibernate and recharge.

We had Molly, Steve's stunning girl over the Easter break, and it was so good to spend some quality time together, in our little bubble. Jack had the best time with his sister and would go pounding through her bedroom door each morning bursting with excitement to "wake up Molly!". 

And when we dropped Molly off at the station for her to head back home, with daylight savings, the darkness enveloped the Melbourne city skyline quicker and while we waited at the iconic Southern Cross Station and walked the top section of the station to kill some time, I had forgotten how beautiful Melbourne is. 

 

Melbourne nights

And how beautiful my family is.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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