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We went to the seaside!

It was a bit of a last-minute plan. We have been saying for a while that there is nothing stopping us from going away for the weekend to explore more of the country and have a bit of a break from regular routine, but so far we have never actually followed through with it. There was always an excuse; Jason wasn’t feeling up to it, we had done something the previous weekend, or the weather wasn’t going to be that great. But last month I worked up quite a few extra hours at work and needed to take a day off to use them up and we decided to take advantage of it and go to the seaside! We found a room on Airbnb which was available at late notice, I booked a Friday off work and we checked the weather forecast for Swansea, Wales. I was thrilled to see it was supposed to be sunny and hot all weekend, but didn’t put too much faith in it seeing as it was still two weeks ahead of time. But the forecast held, turning out to be the hottest week of the year (so far!).

Friday morning we got up at six, shared a watermelon for breakfast and started packing. I had fully intended on getting everything ready to go Thursday evening, but I completely lost my motivation once I got home from work and all I managed to do was make sure the laundry was washed and hung out to dry. By 10 o’clock we were on the road and the sat nav said we should arrive around 12:30. But that didn’t quite happen… We had a few stops for construction on the way, but nothing major until we reached Swansea and realized that the main route through the city was closed. It turned out they had an air show for the weekend, so we were diverted around the downtown area. I suppose the diversion itself didn’t add too much distance to the journey, but all the extra cars coming for the air show combined with normal Friday afternoon traffic made it a bit of a nightmare.

It was hot and sweaty and slow, and we didn’t get to the beach until 2 PM. But eventually we made it! We broke free of the city traffic and on to the little country lanes, and finally got a proper glimpse of the sea. I may or may not have been bouncing in my seat saying “ooh look, look, look LOOK!” I’ve always loved the ocean, so this being my first time going to spend a few days at the seaside where it was sunny and warm enough to swim made me more than a little excited. I think Jason may have thought I was a bit OTT, but hey – I was happy. 🙂

We arrived at Caswell Bay car park extremely hungry (despite eating most of a head of celery between us while sitting in traffic). We ate lunch in the car, spilled tumeric all over the seat, cleaned it up, grabbed our towels and walked across the beach where the tide was starting to come in. The water was so cold, but it felt amazing after sitting in a hot car for 4 hours! We did do a rather daft thing though; turns out if you lie on your towel on the compact (therefore damp) sand it will get absolutely soaked in about 10 minutes… That would be why everyone was lounging much farther up the beach and we were the only ones that close to the water!

We headed back into Swansea to find our Airbnb and it turned out to be amazing, if a little hot! We had our own separate entrance and bathroom, with a spiral staircase up to a loft bedroom with windows overlooking the sea. It was so cute, and just what we were looking for.

Next morning (after a rather rough night’s sleep due to the heat and the double bed not being big enough for my rather sprawling sleeping positions) we woke up at six and slowly got our day started. We ate fruit and drank tea, then drove into Mumbles to have a wander around the village. We found a parking spot, a castle and a FatFace store with a 50% off sale (but I didn’t buy anything). Then we checked out the grocery stores and produce stalls and bought a punnet of doughnut peaches. The peaches were perfectly ripe, so we walked along the seawall until we found a bench and ate them all… then walked back to buy another punnet for breakfast the next day!

A little before lunch time we decided it had gotten warm enough to head to one of the many beaches for a swim. We drove over to Oxwich Bay, paid £5.00 (!!) for parking and made our way to the beach. There were so many people clustered around the path to the car park, but thankfully we just had to walk a bit farther down the beach to find our own space. We ate our picnic lunch, then laid our towels out on the dry sand to relax. I read a book for a while, then got way too hot and needed to cool down. That is when I realized that coming out a low tide probably wasn’t the best idea, since the water was a good 10 minute’s walk away from where we were sitting. But I persevered, and finally made it down to the sea, avoiding a few stranded jellyfish and tiny hermit crabs. I waded through the sea for another 10 minutes until the water was just above my waist, and decided that I would just have to duck under if I wanted to get wet, seeing as it wasn’t getting any deeper!

Eventually I made it back to Jason who had stayed back to guard our phones and keys. After I told him that the upside of the bay being so shallow was that the water was much warmer than the day before he decided to go for a swim after all and started the long trek across the beach. I slowly dried off in the sun, but by the time he came back I starting to feel a bit of a burn coming on. We headed back to our Airbnb to wash the salt off, then realized that we were both burnt bright red. There was absolutely no way I was going back out in the sun that day, so I took a long cold shower and we just hung out in our room for a few hours. By seven that evening we were feeling like we really shouldn’t stay inside for any longer while we were on holiday, so we drove down to a little cove just on the other side of Mumbles. It was rocky and shaded, which was absolutely perfect for my poor crisped skin.

Sunday morning we woke up at six again after another rougher night, this time due to the sensitive skin. I think I was a bit better at staying on my side of the bed, but I’m not sure. We had an amazing breakfast of melon, bananas, peaches and apples, then slowly packed up. By 10 we were in the car, heading over to Mumbles for meeting. The weather’s timing was perfect; by the time the service was over it had started to rain, which it proceeded to do most of the way home!

It really was a perfect weekend break; simple, relaxing and sunny (and inexpensive!). It made me happy. 🙂

If you made it to the end of this post, thank you and I am impressed! I know I rambled on a wee bit…

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My Babies

I am now the proud owner of 4 house plants! Well co-owner I suppose, as they I guess they are technically Jason’s as well. But I think I’m doing most of the watering and tending at the moment. My collection has quadrupled in size in the past couple months… but that doesn’t mean too much as I only had one to begin with. It all started with a spider plant which my mother-in-law bought me about a year ago. I managed to keep it alive, so thought I might safely obtain another one. That one extra plant has turned into three; we have a little cluster of bamboo in the bathroom as well as an English Ivy that I’m hoping will eventually drape itself down the side of the windowsill. We also have a lovely red-edged dracaena in the lounge, it’s about a meter tall (maybe, I’m horrible at eye-balling measurements) with long, thin dark green leaves edged with red. I may be a little bit in love with this one…

While this whole love of plants in my home thing may be a normal thing for some people, it is rather a strange thing for me. I’ve never liked gardening, never cared to spend time with plants and definitely didn’t have a natural ability to care for them! I just would never remember to water, weed or deadhead anything I was left in charge off. This may seem weird to say, but I guess I never really connected with any plants. I didn’t see them as a living, growing thing that needed tending, so remembering to do so just wouldn’t stick in my mind.

When I was almost 15, the mother of one of my closest friends gifted me with a plant at my baptism. I was thrilled, and thought it was such a lovely gift – something to look after and have as a reminder of that day through the coming years. I have no idea what type of plant it was, but it did not last long. My bedroom at that point was in the basement; I did place the plant under the window, but that still didn’t give it nearly enough light. I thoroughly neglected it, watering it maybe once a month, then finally realized it was not very happy down in the basement. The original full, dark foliage had been topped with a long spindly stem desperately trying to get closer to the light. I brought it upstairs, hoping that would revive it, ended up having to accept that I had killed my lovely gift. During the next few years I killed quite a few of my mum’s hanging baskets by forgetting to water them for a few weeks during the summer. I accepted that I was just not cut out for gardening or caring for plants and hardly thought about it again.

About a year ago we moved into a lovely little flat just out in the English countryside. We got unpacked and settled in, hung a few pictures, and it felt like home. And then I got a sudden desire for a house plant. The house felt like it needed something living, something green, to make it complete. Unfortunately a few months later we discovered there was already a living, green mould infestation that drove us out of the flat, but that is beside the point. I researched house plants, determined to find something that was easy to look after and hard to kill, and decided on a spider plant.

And it thrived! I remembered to water it once a week and feed it occasionally. I stroked it’s leaves (just to remove the dust, of course), and carefully pinched off any brown tips. It has responded wonderfully, rapidly growing and even giving me a few tiny flowers. Eventually it grew so much that it got a little panicked and started rapidly shooting out long stems to grow babies… and I realized I needed to do something to calm it down.

That something was way beyond my expertise, so my mother-in-law stepped in and rescued me. She split my poor spider plant into four separate pots, and gave one back to me to tend. At first it was a little droopy and unhappy looking, but after a week of careful watering (and more gentle stroking) it seems to be happy again. I’m planning on hanging it up in our bedroom, in a larger pot this time and with a little less sun, which will hopefully stave off the panic for quite some time!

This house-plant acquiring business is starting to become a wee bit of an addiction. It’s an addiction in all the good senses of the word! There are quite a few other plants that I’d love to bring home, the only problem I’m having is finding a place to put them. I know I need to slowly increase my collection, rather than doing an impulsive plant-haul (much as that idea sounds amazing), and I can’t quite see myself stopping completely any time soon. I find my plants are so calming, and add character, life and beauty to a room. They just make me happy. 🙂

I’m afraid it won’t be too long until I start naming my plants… any ideas?

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Arboretum, noun

It seems that ‘arboretum’ is not a commonly used or known word at the moment. Each time I’ve told anyone that I visited an arboretum on the weekend I’ve been met with a blank stare. So, according to Oxford Living Dictionaries:



a botanical garden devoted to trees

Also apparently the plural of arboretum is arboreta. I don’t think I’ll ever use that in a sentence!

If you didn’t already guess, we spent our Saturday at Batsford Arboretum a few weeks ago. It is only about half an hour away from home, which was perfect for a day when we didn’t feel like going on a major ‘outing.’ We had been a few times before, but this was the first time in spring to see all the new blooms.

The walkway up to the entrance is under a trellis covered with wisteria and clematis. As we walked underneath it the buzzing from all the bees was so loud, but it smelled so sweet!

There weren’t many people there that day, so we were on our own most of the time. They have such a massive variety of trees, though to be honest I am absolutely rubbish at identifying different them. I picked out the California Redwoods, the Willows, Rhododendrons and Laurels, but I think that was about it. At one point I was sure I smelled lilacs, but couldn’t see the tree anywhere. It wasn’t until I looked closely at the tag on one flowering tree that I found out it was a Hungarian Lilac; the flowers were so much more delicate than the lilacs that I am used to that I never would have recognized it!

Laburnum Tunnel

Batsford is also a working farm; the main part of the arboretum is surrounded by cow and sheep fields that you can walk through, as well as the old barns and farm outbuildings. We walked up to the top of one of the pastures and spent at least an hour just lying in the grass and soaking up the sun. When we were walking back we found about a dozen cows lying in the shade with their calves; have you ever noticed just how beautiful baby cows are?

It was a perfect day, and made me realize that we really don’t need to plan elaborate outings on the weekends. Lately I’ve been wanting to travel more, to feel like I have experienced more of England’s culture and history. I’ve sometimes felt that our life is a bit boring and that I should be making the most of living in the UK and visit all the typical must see tourist spots, thinking that this is the only way to make memories worth remembering. Now I’m starting to see that any seemingly mundane little thing can be a memory, as long as you focus on enjoying and experiencing that moment. I guess this is a cliché, but simple little things that can seem trivial in the moment often make the most precious memories. So I’m currently working on reminding myself to be present in each moment, to appreciate it rather than focusing on other things I want to do or bigger and better plans I’m making!








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I’ve fallen in love with England…

We went exploring this weekend! I had been looking online for tea rooms (the English equivalent of a cafe) that hold a variety of loose leaf herbal teas in our area and found a promising looking one in Broadway, a little village in the Cotswolds. On Saturday morning we made a last minute decision to spend the afternoon out of the house and headed out just after lunch. The hour or so drive down to the Cotswolds is absolutely lovely; each spring I fall a little more in love with the English countryside! We drove through little villages, past rolling green hills and fields of rapeseed and sheep bordered by dry-stone fences. The weather wasn’t perfect; the sky was overcast and it was rather chilly, but thankfully there wasn’t any rain!

Broadway is actually fairly large as far as English villages go. We drove through it until we found the car park and then wandered up the High Street. The street is curving and lined with period houses and honey-colored cottages. I  love exploring the little shops on high streets, they always have such an amazing variety of unique and cute goods. I do my best to just enjoy the experience and not actually spend any money, which can be hard at times! I always love having Jason with me on these excursions, but it definitely is an added bonus that he keeps my from buying anything unnecessary or that I can make at home.

We walked past the shops and along the more residential part of the street where many of the cottages were covered in wisteria, clematis or ivy. I just love wisteria blooming in the spring! I don’t recall ever noticing it in Canada, I don’t know if it isn’t grown much over there or if I just wasn’t taking any notice. I suppose all the extra water helps the wisteria and clematis vines grow like crazy. Whatever the cause is I’ll just appreciate the absolute beauty!

Once we had walked back down the High Street we went to Tisanes Tea Rooms and managed to find a table outside in the back garden. They are in what must have been a home at one point and the back garden is surrounded by an old stone wall with flowers growing out of it. They also had rosemary planted outside as shrubs in the flower beds, which again is something I have never seen before! It has these beautiful little blue flowers that contrast amazingly with the dark green of the rest of the plant. We ordered tea and sat talking for a long time… until I got rather cold and decided I needed to get moving or inside somewhere warm!


By the time we got back to the car we didn’t want the afternoon to end quite yet so decided to go over to Bourton-on-the-Water, another little old Cotswold village. We had visited there at the end of November 3 years ago and really enjoyed ourselves, despite the fact that it poured with rain the entire day. They also have a hedge maze right in the village that we wanted to go through, but it happened to be closed that day, much to Jason’s disappointment. We were sure it would be open this time, seeing as it was a Saturday well into May, but we were wrong! We ended up walking up the High Street and checking out a few of the shops, then walked back down the creek that runs through the village crossed with low stone bridges.

It really was a very simple day; we didn’t go on any adventures or do anything terribly exciting, but I still enjoyed it so much. There was so much beauty to appreciate and so much time to talk about everything and nothing. It is amazing how easily we can go through evenings or days at home without having proper long conversations! I really want to make sure we do this type of thing more often; there are so many lovely and unique places to visit in England that are not far from where we live. I just need to make sure we take advantage of it!

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Change is actually possible for me!

I think we all have a picture in our mind of who and what we want to be. I know I have built an image of this ideal woman who is always happy and contented. She doesn’t let other people’s attitudes shake her own mood and always responds with love. She keeps her home perfectly clean and organized and works out at least three times a week. I could go on and on and on…

This perfect woman is constantly in my head, usually pointing out the ways I’ve failed to live up to her standards each day. At times she inspires me to do better, but most of the time I just feel depressed and incapable of change. However, a few days ago my husband said something to me that made me realize that I’m not as useless as I generally feel and I am actually capable of improvement!

It was Sunday afternoon and Jason was watching me start cleaning the bathroom while he was lying on out bed (he wasn’t feeling well at all, not just being lazy!). This was shortly after I’d been griping about how I really did not want to housework and just felt like chilling. He just said “I don’t know how you do it.” When I asked what he was referring to he explained that I just push on and do whatever needs to be done regardless of how I’m feeling.

Now this may not seem like a big deal, but to me it was huge; not only because he isn’t always overflowing with compliments, but because I have viewed myself as a very lazy procrastinator. I’ve always been a very messy person, my room at my parent’s house was usually about a foot deep in clothes and various other of my possessions. Before we got married I had no idea how I would cope with housework and keeping things tidy and just all the things that need to be done around the house on a daily or weekly basis. And to be honest I was pretty awful for the first while… dishes wouldn’t be done for days, my clothes were still left all over the floor and it would take most of the week to finally get the weekend’s clean laundry put away. The state of our house usually made me feel depressed and rather like a failure as an adult and a wife. I think it irritated Jason a fair bit as well… with good reason!

I realize that being tidy and organized is not the be all and end all in life. I know that you don’t have to have the perfect home and wash and dry each dish immediately after use to be considered mature and responsible. But I also knew that I really needed to improve (and still do)! And as I said at the beginning, my natural tendency is to look at my weaknesses as evidence of my general worthlessness rather than simply areas that I need to work on improving.

Having Jason point out how I’d started automatically tidying up and having him impressed with me really meant so much to me! It made me realize that I actually have changed over the past few months; something has somehow clicked in my brain that as the dishes need to be washed I just need to get on and do them! In no way do I keep an immaculate house, but now my clothes are always put away, the dishes are almost always washed and the rooms are usually tidy overall. I hadn’t noticed this change; it happened so gradually that it became my new normal. I still viewed myself as messy and lazy because I hadn’t recognized that had actually (mostly) left that part of myself behind! It took Jason reminding me to stop and compare myself 6 months ago to who I am now to realize that I am actually capable of improvement. I really can’t say just how good this made me feel!

The point of this post isn’t to point out how amazing I am for cleaning my bathroom and washing my dishes. Please don’t take it this way! I have just realized how helpful (and necessary) it is to look back at where we were some time ago and recognize what changes and improvements have been made. Many times it is near impossible to see how you could ever make even a small change when in the moment; just take a step back and think about who you were a year ago. I’m sure you can find a least one area where you’ve grown closer to your ideal.

And on that note… I need to go wash the dishes before heading to bed!

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We’re home!

We’ve just recently got back from our Canada trip and it is so good to be home. I am so very thankful for all the time that we had to catch up with family and friends. I don’t think I will have the opportunity to go back to for that long of a visit again, so I really wanted to make the absolute most of it. We were away for almost five weeks; most of that time we were staying with my parents, but we also spent a week with Jason’s sister and her family as well as going down to Vancouver for a night. When we first arrived it was still quite wintry, the lake was still frozen over and there was a lot of snow on the ground, but we were there for long enough that it had all melted by the time we left (which made me very happy). I wasn’t quite ready for the shock of the cold weather at first; it hasn’t taken me long to get used to the milder English weather!

We have been back in England for a week now and I’m just starting to feel like I’m adjusting to normal life again. I couldn’t slowly ease back into routine and recover from the jet lag; we arrived home Monday afternoon, I went to choir practice Monday evening and was back at work early Tuesday morning. As much as it made for an exhausting week, it meant I had no trouble getting to sleep at night! The only real jet lag effect I have had is being tired all the time, which is really not nearly as bad as it could be.

Last week we had two glorious days of sunshine. It was the best coming home present ever! Skies were blue, air was warm… felt like summer. There is something so incredible about the new life everywhere after the cold grey winter; all the daffodils, baby lambs, trees budding and blossoming. It is just the contrast of winter that makes you appreciate everything about spring so much more. I am always amazed at the difference it makes to my state of mind. One evening we took the dogs out for a walk and within a few minutes I was so happy, positive and relaxed, despite the stress I had from work. I’m not sure whether it is the sunshine or the warmth or maybe something else, but it has been a while since I remember feeling that contented and energized at the same time. I suppose it was also the first time this year that I have really felt it is spring, that winter is well and truly gone. I know could go on about this for way too long… spring is definitely my favorite time of year!

I do want to post more about the trip, but I think it will be best to leave that to a separate post or two. I did manage to take a lot of photos as well, though they were all on my phone so not always the best quality! More to come 🙂

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This Week

I made this: chai tea concentrate to have all week long! So yummy with lots of coconut cream. 🙂

I worked on this and this: finished the first baby/toddler sized hat and am part way through the second.

I finally put this up on the wall (main site here)! Almost three months late…

This week started off really well. On Sunday I managed to have a productive day; I got a bunch of housework done, we video-called my Dad in the afternoon, and I also managed to fit some crocheting time in . I’ve fallen into a rhythm of having a lazier Saturday and productive Sunday, and up till now it seems to be working well (more on that later…).

Monday evening was weekly choir practice! We’re singing Israel In Egypt this year… not my most favourite work, but the opportunity to sing together is one I’ve always wanted, so I might as well take advantage of it! I had to go in early to work on a duet I’m singing with another soprano; it has a very difficult ornamental bit at the end that we decided to cut out – feeling much better about it now! Our performance is on the 21st of April and I will be going away on the 14th of March, so I only have two more practices left which means lots of work still to be done.

It has been rather quiet in the office this week as there have been lots of people off on annual leave, but I still kept very busy. As I only have seven days of work left before I go away for at least a month I need to have my work as caught up as possible. I’ve also been working pretty long days (for an office job). I can’t drive in England yet so I catch lifts with other co-workers who live in the same village as I do. I’m very thankful for this, but it does mean that I am tied to their schedules; this week it meant going in about an hour earlier than normal each day.

On Wednesday the weather started to get really bad. It has been cold all week, but snow started falling Wednesday and Bible class was cancelled. Then the wind really picked up and the snow didn’t stop! I think the temperature during the days was around -4 degrees before the wind chill. The wind kept the snow light and dry, and swept it into drifts all over the place. As usual in England the snow caused quite a bit of panic, but I suppose that it to be expected when there are no snow plows or snow tires! The office closed early on Friday to make sure the few of us that actually made it in that morning got home safe. I was very happy to leave work at 3:00!

And then our boiler broke. I got home on Friday to an extremely cold house with no heating and no hot water. We had to wrap up in blankets and lots of layers and just managed to stay warm enough. I wore at least 8 items of clothing to bed and had to extra blankets on the bed and was toasty warm all night (except for my nose – that was icy cold). It was fixed and back to normal by Saturday afternoon; I am so thankful for the warmth now!

My whole morning routine thing went rather downhill the latter part of this week. I’m slightly ashamed to admit it after my last post, but this is reality! Yes, I know exactly what I need to do and just how much of a difference it makes, but I still end up failing and slipping back into my old habits. I still got up at least an hour before I had to be ready for work, ate a good breakfast and got ready properly, but there was no journalling or planning and no appreciating my food! I think it was the combination of being more tired and cold than normal that sapped my motivation and made me want to do nothing other than scroll instagram and watch videos while I ate and got ready.

So it ended up being a rather discouraging end to the week! But that is behind me now and there is no point focusing on it. Just need to start fresh tomorrow and make sure I don’t bring my phone into the kitchen in the mornings. And this is my last full work week before going away; surely I can do this for five more days!

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I have never been a morning person. At times I was complete grouch and miserable to be around each morning. I have always hated getting out of bed, and even once I would get up it would usually be a good hour before I would be fully awake and functional.

At night I would mentally calculate just how few hours it would be before I would have to get up. I got in the habit of setting my alarm at least thirty minutes earlier than I planned to get up just so I could have the feeling of lying in bed longer; and even then I’d usually stay in bed for forty-five minutes. Work mornings would always be rushed; I got to the point where I could get dressed, do my hair and make my breakfast in twenty minutes tops. I would do the bare minimum to make myself look presentable and usually ate my breakfast in the car. Weekends were not much better. I would stumble upstairs with my hood pulled over my face and curl up on the couch, still practically asleep. I’d speak only if necessary and even then it would be a croaky mumble.

But lately this has started to change. Somehow I’ve managed to get to the point where I actually enjoy getting up in the morning. I’m not quite bouncing out of bed and bursting into song, but I am upright and moving within few minutes of waking up (at least during the week, and I don’t stay in bed much longer on the weekends). I actually have a reason to get out of bed now.

I’ve created a morning routine that calms and relaxes me and prepares me for the day. I’ve allowed myself enough time to get ready for work without rushing. I have a yummy, filling breakfast and sit down and actually appreciate the tastes and textures while listening to a psalm. I spend some time writing out my thoughts and what I am grateful for each morning. I just sit for a few minutes, sipping my tea while watching the morning sky through my kitchen window.

To be honest, I am rather amazed at the change in my attitude towards the morning. It makes such a difference to my entire day to have a calming and slow start to the day. I’m happier and have a more positive attitude overall. Now I notice the change when I sleep through my alarm and have to rush to be ready for work on time; I’m more stressed, more irritable and less able to cope with my emotions and life in general.

If I can make this change then anyone can. Yes, I know that’s a rather clichéd comment, but it’s true! The key for me has been to create something to look forward to in the morning, some motivation to get out of bed. The first few mornings were really hard; it took a lot of effort to force myself to actually get up within five minutes of my alarm going off. But it was only a few days before I wasn’t thinking ‘just a few more minutes …’ and getting up half an hour later. Now I know that my will be better if I stick to my morning routine and I know I will enjoy it. I’ve gone from falling asleep dreading my next waking moment to falling asleep anticipating the quite morning hour ahead of me. I think I might almost be a morning person! Almost.

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Making Memories

I’m just an ordinary person with an ordinary and sometimes rather boring life. Is there any point in me writing this blog? What do I have to say? Is there anything I can offer or add to what is already out there? And will anyone even read this? It has always been a dream of mine to start a blog, but I never  have as I don’t think I have anything unique to set me apart from the millions of blogs already out there. But I’ve been convinced by my husband and my slowly changing perspective on life; I need to just give it my best shot and see what will happen!

I am realizing that I need to stop saying that I want to start a project, that I want to have some experience someday, that I wish I had more of a certain quality, or that my life had a different focus, and then not doing anything about it. All this does is build an immediate subconscious reaction of “there’s no way I can or will be or do that” to anything I think of doing. This tends to put me in a negative frame of mind and fosters the rather depressing feeling that I can’t do what I want and I will never be who I want to be.

So here’s to shifting my mindset, to changing my life a little bit at a time and going on adventures!

I want to be a happy and healthy wife; healthy both physically and mentally.

I want to have a technology-free morning routine that I actually stick to!

I want to building a daily habit of Bible reading and prayer.

I want to start selling the products I make with my hands.

I want to be productive and use the time I have been given wisely. It is a precious gift and not to be wasted!

I want to take advantage of the fact that living in England means I have five weeks of annual leave a year and all those European countries are very accessible. A weekend in Vienna anyone?

I want to be physically fit so I can go on a hike with my husband and actually keep up with him. I want to build some sort of physical activity into my daily routine.

I want to make memories, to be able to look back on this period in my life and remember the exciting, unique, adventurous things things we’ve done. I want to take advantage of the freedom and flexibility we have right now to do more than just sit at home every weekend!

There; I’ve written this down and published it on the internet. All that is left is to document my journey from where I am now to where I want to be. I know my attempts will be clumsy, I know that my natural inclination to be lazy and procrastinate will get in the way of any form of speedy progress. But one day I will look back on where I am right now and realize just how much I have changed.

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