I have a confession to make. I’m using Maxabella’s Saturday Gratefuls to ward off the green-eyed monster. Yesterday was the Problogger Training Day in Melbourne and for a bunch of reasons (like having a day job and almost-a-mortgage), I didn’t go. Turns out I missed an awesome chance to learn from blogging pros and now I’m kicking myself and being a general sooky-la-la about it.
But in the new mindset I’m training myself into (which I’ll explain in a little bit), I’m focusing on positives and thinking of all the reasons I’m grateful this week.
My health and Dr Joe
Dr Joe booked a blood test for me and I visited him this week to get the results. He was thrilled to be able to tell me that I don’t have leukaemia or thyroid cancer but put me on a strict diet of iron and vitamin D pills for 3 months to get my levels up. Dr Joe is my favourite doctor and I get him for free with thanks to bulk billing and the Australian Medicare system.
On Wednesday night we got to have dinner with our neighbours Jarod and Liz with celebrity guests Fern and Dani. I have fantastic taste when it comes to Internet friends, they’re funny, cute and have a naughty sense of humour :) it’s so nice to hang out with people who have no problem with talking about blogging and twitter.
Motivation and inspiration
After a few weeks of feeling (and being) unfocused, overwhelmed and generally meh, I’ve started making a concerted effort to get on top of my game. There are two sources that have been a great help so far – Julie Parker’s Beautiful You page on Face
crackbook page and the Tiny Buddha web site. They’ve been really inspiring and thought-provoking, but in a way that’s gentler (yet more empowering) than a therapist. I’m already noticing a difference in my coping mechanisms and my acceptance of circumstances. My motivation is slowly (but surely) returning.
The catharsis of decluttering
In switching out my winter/summer wardrobe last night, I was ruthless in my culling. With us moving into the new place in the next few months, we have a LOT of crap to get rid of, including clothes. I ended up with three overflowing garbage bags of clothes to donate to charity and a small bag of clothes that I’ll take to a clothes-swap-slumber-party I’m going to next month. The three bags are sitting at the back door, waiting for me to drag them into the car and my wardrobe is better organised, less cluttered and it feels fantastic to have turfed so. much. stuff.
As if to prove my own point, I’m already feeling better than when I started writing this blog post :) Hurrah!