How are you doing? Like, how are you really doing? We are hurtling towards the end of the year and even though I keep trying to apply the handbrake if feels like life is in fifth gear and I just have to hang on and enjoy the crazy ride.
It’s been a very tough year for some of my friends. Far too many people have left this world too early. So many! It’s bloody hard to find the right words when someone passes, every time I receive news that someone else has their wings (almost weekly) a little piece of my heart feels tear stained. It’s just so freakin sad.
Me? I’m actually having a pretty brilliant year. I had my fair share of shit years in recent times so I’m taking this good year thankyou very much.
There’s been challenges though, of course there have been. Like my youngest completing year 12. It wasn’t easy for any of us. This one has anxiety and study, deadlines, teachers and a nagging mum (that’s me) sure didn’t help. It’s a bloody fine line between ‘nurture and nag’ let me tell you! He got there though (phew) and now I will never wash another school uniform again, ever. Thank fuck!
My eldest son seems to be winning at the game of life. He’s employed AND saving money AND he’s punching above his weight in the girlfriend department. He works far too hard though and after I had a burnout a few years ago I’ve been trying to impress on him the novelty of ‘work life balance’. Again, fine line between nurture and nag.
Parenting two adult children is tough, there’s not enough handbooks on that one. Gone are mornings of kinder gym or cricket matches and birthday parties every freakin weekend. Now, there’s driving, money, sex, late nights, choice of friends, household contributions and manners to consider these days. What the heck happened to manners? I raised my kids to have manners but man, they test me sometimes!
Clearly I’ve been challenged in the parenting department in 2016.
My health though has been achieving gold stars. Sure I haven’t been to yoga in like forever, I’ve been juggling work and life and have a surgery booked next week but there’s no sign of pesky cancer. Gold star ?
Well other than that one time I lost my mind when my sons girlfriend had to go to the doctors and I fantasised a whole ‘life’ scenario. I found myself secretly hoping she was pregnant (she’s not) because you know, I had a mouth ulcer and convinced myself that my system was under attack again and that I needed a grandchild because you know… life is short. Yeah, the mindfuckery of life after cancer. Ps, it was just a mouth ulcer.
Work has been busy! Styling curvy is my ‘business with heart’, I bloody love it and invest myself deep into my community because I care about you all. I also do stuff that pays the bills like workshops, consulting, freelance writing, modelling, styling clients, collaborations aaaaaand now I’m writing an e course! Yeah, safe to say I’ve got all the balls in the air.
It looks super busy from the sidelines and maybe it is, but my life is good. When I had regular jobs I was pretty much always stressed off my tit, Styling Curvy doesn’t do that to me.
I head out to brunch several times a week, catch up with friends (in the middle of the day), trip interstate and make amazing connections. Oh, and there was that one time that I won not one but two blog awards earlier in the year, including BUPA blog of the year. Yeah, I was chuffed!
It’s feel good stuff but I’m not gonna lie, there’s challenges too. Like a stalker and a few troll comments and working out tax stuff. I’m sill fairly new to this bloggy game and I don’t always play the game like some others would expect me too. My blog is more than daily style challenges and a fancy and carefully curated Instagram feed. It’s a lifestyle choice, a business and something I care deeply about.
The only people I need to please are me, you and the amazing businesses I collaborate with, everyone else and their judgey comments can go and get completely fucked.
And let’s just talk about giving less fucks, how are you going with that? You should try it. It’s about saying no when you really want to and not feeling guilty or explaining yourself. Don’t be an asshole about it though, you can give less fucks without being a rude nob.
So, take some time to breathe. December is a mad arse, crazy time and can be completely overwhelming (and sad) for some. The world doesn’t end just because Christmas is coming. If others are piling you up with demands and deadlines just breathe, say no OR negotiate. Don’t take on too much or give away your power by saying ‘yes’ to anything that is going to add stress to your life.
Watch the sun set, get your toes in the sand, lay on the grass and just be. Eat the cake, drink the gin, pick up the phone and connect and really plug into life. Do the things that really make you happy and feed your soul.
Above all, allow yourself to feel, and know that no matter if right now is a good or a bad day it can always be different tomorrow. If you get to open your eyes tomorrow it’s your chance to write your own story. You hold the power.
How’s your year been?