Currently I am…
As ever, I’m on an infinite loop of watching How I Met Your Mother in its entirety. All eight seasons. This is the third time around, I think? If you follow me on Twitter or Instagram, you’d be well aware of my love of this show. I watch it when I’m sick, I watch it when I’m in bed. I watch it when I’m feeling lonely, even. For me, this show is like a great book: the second you finish it, you want to read it again. When I get to the end of the season, I feel like there’s a chunk missing in my life. Yes, I realise how dumb and tragic and emo that makes me, but I don’t care. The last time I got like this about a show was Rescue Me and, before that Will and Grace. But HIMYM sits above even those shows. There’s a part of me in each of those characters
Two stand outs from two faves in the pop phase I’m going through atm:
I’m listening to Robbie’s new album as I type, and it’s not doing anything for me, yet. I am, however, all over Kylie’s new album Abbey Road Sessions. It’s string covers of her songs and it’s fricking awesome.
I’ve been spending a lot of time lately thinking about the impact the internet (blogs, specifically) has on cluckiness. These won’t be the most coherent thoughts, but here goes.
We’re a mid-30s married couple without kids. We’re in the minority amongst my circle of friends; in the majority in Dan’s circle of friends. The people I talk to who haven’t got kids yet tend to talk about THE KNOWING of having kids; the reality, the beauty, the horrific loss that so many have experienced. I have watched so much grief over the years. Children, babies diagnosed with life-threatening conditions. Babies who are born sleeping. Parents whose mental health deteriorates even more as a result of having kids. The people I talk to who don’t know if they can bring another life into this world of cyberbullying, greed, environmental instability. The talk of being so much more aware because of what’s shared online. And because we aren’t always great at sharing positivities, we read more tragedies, struggles and challenges. On blogs, twitter, facebook, instagram. It’s right there. And not that it’s something that shouldn’t be shared or discussed. But I’m throwing it out there. Maybe our over-sharingness is putting us off.
Wow, that was heavy. Sorry.
This week has been all about the US Presidential election and how well Obama kicked Romney’s backside. There was much skipping, squealing and high fiving when the news came through (that makes it sound like I waited for someone else to tell me who won. Who are we kidding? I refreshed huffpo like a mofo to watch the race to 270) and discovered many more Obama fan girls (and boys!) in my circles. I dare you to watch Barack’s final campaign speech, his victory speech and/or his thank you to volunteers and not be moved by it.
From his victory speech:
I have always believed that hope is that stubborn thing inside us that insists, despite all the evidence to the contrary, that something better awaits us so long as we have the courage to keep reaching, to keep working, to keep fighting.
I believe we can keep the promise of our founders, the idea that if you’re willing to work hard, it doesn’t matter who you are or where you come from or what you look like or where you love. It doesn’t matter whether you’re black or white or Hispanic or Asian or Native American or young or old or rich or poor, able, disabled, gay or straight, you can make it here in America if you’re willing to try.
We are greater than the sum of our individual ambitions, and we remain more than a collection of red states and blue states. We are and forever will be the United States of America.
There are a multitude of books I’ve started; even more that I’ve borrowed from friends that I need to finish. There are books piled up on my desk that I need to read to keep moving Smarter Admins further. My blog reader is overflowing with unread and uncommented posts. But! Today I read this interview with Stephen Colbert in playboy (yeah, I know, playboy, right? wtf?) and it’s not often I read that long an article online. Five pages and I could have read another five.
The interesting thing about grief, I think, is that it is its own size. It is not the size of you. It is its own size. And grief comes to you. You know what I mean? I’ve always liked that phrase He was visited by grief, because that’s really what it is. Grief is its own thing. It’s not like it’s in me and I’m going to deal with it. It’s a thing, and you have to be okay with its presence. If you try to ignore it, it will be like a wolf at your door.
One thing you MUST read (if you haven’t already; chances are, you already have) is the Confident You series from Suger. Suger was my roomie on my last trip to Melbourne and an absolute superstar. My confidence grew so much just by being with her for 3 days. And now? We can all read just how great she is. Cause she just is, you know :)
There are days that I wake up and the next thing to do on my list, the getting dressed and ready for work, the whole world of it is too much. So I do something I learnt from Sunday school. I count my blessings. In my head I start by saying I’m SO glad I woke up this morning. Feet on the floor; I’m so glad I have a soft bed and a roof over my head. Walk to the bathroom; I’m really really glad I have hot running water and indoor plumbing. And on and on it goes.
Making me happy
Having a couple of relaxed weekends at home after I had five weekends away in a row. FIVE! It was
- Family birthday out west
- Friend’s birthday out west
I haven’t been that social… well, ever. I wasn’t sure if my body could hack it; I was convinced I was going to get sick again (after my winter of getting sick every fricking month. So over it). But I survived! And of course I loved every minute of it. I quite like the jetsetter lifestyle, and so did the dust bunnies at home cause they got to run free for far too long. But while I’m really really missing the people I got to hang out with over those five weekends, I’m finally back into the old routine and had some decent daylight hours at home, just catching up on domestic bliss and, you know, hanging out with my husband. My soul is re-energised and feels like it can cope with another week.
We went to a stunning wedding with the most divine candy bar I’ve ever seen. It looked like something out of Pinterest
I’ve been catching up with friends who have been neglected of late
I ated a strawberry that I grew on our balcony!
Even though I now have the end-of-the-weekend cranks, I’m feeling well, I’m feeling happy and content.