For five minutes

Yesterday I gave up hope…for five minutes. I put my head in my hands, I swallowed back the tears and I thought about just not trying anymore. I thought about just giving up, not trying anymore, and that feeling was nice…for five minutes. It felt like, despite all the positive energy I have been trying to put out into the world, someone, somewhere is trying really hard to knock me down. The problem is they are succeeding….for five minutes. So what’s happened:

1. I was turned down for my first property application of 2013
2. I lost a receipt which is worth $100
3. My brand new Pandora watch which my parents had bought me for my 30th birthday just stopped working
4. I found out that in order to be fast-tracked for permanent residency in Australia I have to be the most senior position in my field in my company. Being second in command gets you nothing, meaning I have to wait two years before I can get any security in Australia.
5. I booked a weekend away and then found out that I am have to work that weekend which means I just threw away $500
6. I was turned down for my second property application of 2013 (which was beautiful and which someone else will now get to call home)

Seriously? All in one week? I know it can get worse but I am not sure I can take much more. And then I took five minutes, and I counted up the good things that have happened:

1. I have kept to my new year’s resolution (so far) and have blogged everyday
2. I have a beautiful puppy whose health is getting better everyday
3. I have a home, a job, money in the bank and family and friends all over the world
4. I have begun building bridges with my evil ex (who may not be so evil after all)
5. Everywhere I look there are people who love and care about me
6. There is a boy…(more about that another time)

Writing and reading the good things has made me well up more than the bad things did and it makes me realise that I do have to keep trying.

Today’s #fmsphotoaday is ‘something beginning with “t”. Now I struggled with this for a while. Trees, tip-ex (or ‘white out’ as Australians call it), toilet(!), tissue, t, t, t,….what on earth began with ‘t’ that I could relate this blog to? Then, as I was sat on the bus on my way to work, it struck me, ‘traffic light’. I hope the metaphorical traffic lights in your life, are always green, just like this literal one!

Here's hoping the methaphorical traffic lights in our lives are always green

Here’s hoping the methaphorical traffic lights in our lives are always green

This is my year, I will not give up. I will keep trying until every traffic light is always green (and so should you).


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

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.