Let’s dance

It’s the weekend!

I know for some of you (or most of you as it seems to me) it’s still the holiday period, so you’ve lost track of what day it actually is (don’t you just love that feeling?). For me, I returned to work this week and just the idea of the weekend makes me want to dance around the room naked in celebration!

The #fmsphotoaday for today is, very appropriately as I’m thinking about dancing, ‘movement’. This weekend, the first weekend of my year, is full of movement. There is movement in the trees as the light breeze (which in Sydney, with current temperatures we are all grateful for) rustles the leaves, there is movement in the people that crowd the streets. For me, as my weekend will be spent looking at a couple of properties (as I didn’t get the last place I applied for ) and I hope that a big move follows.

My favourite kind of movement, the wine moving from the bottle into my glass

But even if it doesn’t, I’ll still be dancing around the room with a glass of wine in hand, thankful for the time I get away from the office to spend with my beautiful puppy and wonderful friends.

Yesterday was plain awful

Annie was one of my favourite musicals as a child.  I knew it word for word, had the soundtrack and sang and danced my way around the house (often, I’m sure, annoying my Mother).

Yesterday I had some bad news.  Before Christmas I had applied for an apartment to rent (in Sydney, the rental market is pretty tough, if you’re a single female with a large dog and limited budget, it’s even tougher).  I was hoping for good news.  I found out, by looking on the real estate agent’s website that they had leased the apartment to someone else.  No email or phone call to let me know.  Nothing.  This follows them calling my manager to ask details about my salary and to confirm my job was secure.  Details I don’t really want to give to just anyone.  They received the best reference in the world and still, they gave the house to someone else.  It made me angry (that they hadn’t bothered to contact me).  Then it made me sad.

Today’s #fmsphotoaday is “heart”.  When I heard the news that I didn’t have ‘my’ house, my heart broke a little bit. 

One black, one red. One bad, one good?

But then, I remembered two things:

1. This is my year.  I will not let these things get to me.
2. As Annie and Daddy Warbucks sing in the final song, “Yesterday was plain awful, you can say that again.  Yesterday was plain awful, but that’s, not now, that’s then.”

Then, just when I was feeling better I read about someone else who was suffering from a broken heart. A heart far more broken than mine. After reading Cilla and Jessie’s story, I held my own fourteen year old puppy a little closer and said a little prayer for Cilla’s owner, Jodie and companion Jessie.

Here’s to 2013 bringing some better news (and a bit of luck) our way.  Our paths may be stormy but there must be sunshine ahead.

Don’t confuse your path with your destination. Just because it’s stormy now doesn’t mean that you aren’t headed for sunshine.