I'm a firm believer in living without regrets. However I don't strictly speaking adhere to my own moto.... I. Skiminee. Live. With. Regrets.
I regret as a 21 year old, throwing out a black pair of Doc Marten's that I had begged my parents to bring back from London for me.
I regret as a 30 year old, throwing out a gorgeous white skirt I bought in Nice while on holiday's a few years earlier.
I regret throwing out all my slightly dated but very well made clothes. What the hell was I thinking? I mean really?
So many times in the past few years I've thought, oh, I need that white jacket only to remember after searching that it was discarded and donated to the local charity bin. I feel ill at the thought of the beautiful pieces I have parted with over the years. And I will never again donate pieces that I still love even though they may not feel 'fashionable' at the time - No matter how rash I feel!
I just can't bring myself to replace those doc martens, even though I really really really want another pair! (They were perfect, well worn in, perfectly slouchy, argh, what did I do!?!)
Monday, February 22, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
The List
- Have a picnic under the Eiffel Tower - Ski in Europe - Have a Ferg Burger in Queenstown - Attend Melbourne Spring Carnival Week - Knit/Crochet a blanket - Trek through Nepal - Own a beach shack - Own outright my own house - Be fluent in a language other than English - Live in Italy/France for a year - Sail the Whitsunday's for a month - Be in Ireland for St Patrick's day - See the running of the Bulls - Eat Snails - Drive Route 66 - Gamble in Vegas - Learn to play the Guitar - Have High Tea in London - Drink Guinness in Ireland - Sing "The Hills are Alive" in Switzerland - Own a house with a window seat and a tree house - Send Thank You cards for every 'gift' for a year (and then get in the habit of doing it from then on) - Ride my bike to work for a month straight - Visit Gorillas in the Mist - Attend Anzac day at Gallipoli - Learn about my family history on both sides of my family - Host Christmas at my house - Be airlifted out of somewhere - Own a pair of bespoke boots - Have a suit made to measure - Design a clothing range - Hang all my pictures/paintings -
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Happy Birthday to me!
Wow, I'm actually a day late for my own birthday wishes!
So, the purpose of this blog; to accept that my age is a perfectly acceptable age.
Here goes
This is so silly
Right
So, yesterday, on the 16th of February, I turned.... 33.
For some reason hitting 33 has got me stumped. I had this issue when I hit 25. Exactly the same issue. And its not about getting 'old' or being 'past it', its about having my life on track. I really thought at age 25 that I would know what I wanted to be doing with my life, really thought that I would be with a person I wanted to be with for a long time, really thought that my life would be 'on track'.
So imagine my surprise when at age 33 I still don't have those answers.
I'm further along in my 'life quest' than I was at 25, but I'm still not at the stage I thought I would be. I'm still definitely living a single life, I live by myself, I eat approximately 1 meal a week at my house - its not even 'my house', I spend an obscene amount of money on clothes, I go on holidays at the drop of a hat and a good majority of my friends are also single. I do however now have a sizable house deposit, I have an investment portfolio, I own a newish car outright, I have my own business and my friends are all in very respectable jobs (some are even married and [gasp] have children), its just that most of us haven't quite 'got there'.
I know its ludicrous, to expect to be at some particular checkpoint in my life, by a certain date. And I didn't even realise that my 33rd birthday was one of those dates, until yesterday!
So here it is, my self affirmation.
"I embrace 33 whole heartedly. I look forward to the challenges and adventures that being 33 holds for me. I accept that it is not reasonable for me to put checkpoints and date stamps on important events in my life. I love being me"
Hmmm, a bit too Louise Hay, but its a starting point.
Sx
PS - Don't you love how self indulgent blogs can be? Oh and I received some beautiful presents from my lovely family and friends, particularly a tiny travel journal for my Europe Trip! Thanks Rik! x
So, the purpose of this blog; to accept that my age is a perfectly acceptable age.
Here goes
This is so silly
Right
So, yesterday, on the 16th of February, I turned.... 33.
For some reason hitting 33 has got me stumped. I had this issue when I hit 25. Exactly the same issue. And its not about getting 'old' or being 'past it', its about having my life on track. I really thought at age 25 that I would know what I wanted to be doing with my life, really thought that I would be with a person I wanted to be with for a long time, really thought that my life would be 'on track'.
So imagine my surprise when at age 33 I still don't have those answers.
I'm further along in my 'life quest' than I was at 25, but I'm still not at the stage I thought I would be. I'm still definitely living a single life, I live by myself, I eat approximately 1 meal a week at my house - its not even 'my house', I spend an obscene amount of money on clothes, I go on holidays at the drop of a hat and a good majority of my friends are also single. I do however now have a sizable house deposit, I have an investment portfolio, I own a newish car outright, I have my own business and my friends are all in very respectable jobs (some are even married and [gasp] have children), its just that most of us haven't quite 'got there'.
I know its ludicrous, to expect to be at some particular checkpoint in my life, by a certain date. And I didn't even realise that my 33rd birthday was one of those dates, until yesterday!
So here it is, my self affirmation.
"I embrace 33 whole heartedly. I look forward to the challenges and adventures that being 33 holds for me. I accept that it is not reasonable for me to put checkpoints and date stamps on important events in my life. I love being me"
Hmmm, a bit too Louise Hay, but its a starting point.
Happy 33rd Birthday Skiminee, may 2010 and your 33rd year bring love and luck.
MwaSx
PS - Don't you love how self indulgent blogs can be? Oh and I received some beautiful presents from my lovely family and friends, particularly a tiny travel journal for my Europe Trip! Thanks Rik! x
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Weighty Issues
As a girl, this is something I have faced my whole life, my weight. It sounds really stupid typing that sentence, I'm not overweight and the only time I was nudging overweight was at boarding school, that's why the first sentence felt odd to type.
But I'm a girl. Who likes fashion. Who likes to look nice. Who dresses up for the occasion.
So when people comment on my weight, like most girls I'd imagine, my mind goes crazy. In the past 24 hours I've had 3 people ask me if I've lost weight. Its summer here and naturally my body does tend to loose some weight (eating more salads and fruit, swimming, chasing after nieces and nephews at the beach or the park), but never before has anyone commented on the 'seasonal' weight change.
So then it gets me thinking, the niece who lives 2 minutes from me is 2.5, so she's very (hyer)active and we're constantly moving, her brother is only 4 months old and is in the "its lovely to be rocked to sleep" phase. On top of the odd skipping meals over weekends cos I'm just too darn busy, it probably has amounted to more weight loss than is seasonly overlooked.
But then the insanity starts, I'm thinking about the chocolate that is part of my daily diet, the frozen yoghurt with ice magic drizzled over eaten straight from the container, the ham and cheese rolls when I can't be bothered to eat healthier. And insanely trying to imagine how much more weight I would have lost if I had cut out those 'bad habits' in the past few weeks, or imagine if I'd just walked down to my local supermarket instead of driven down, or or or...
So, I'm stopping the insanity, I'm thanking people for their compliments (if indeed they are complimenting) and accepting that things change. I am choosing not to get caught up in trying to be too skinny, I am choosing to make healthy decisions (I'm choosing to include chocolate for its excellent antioxidant properties!), I am choosing to be happy with my body.
The End
Sx
But I'm a girl. Who likes fashion. Who likes to look nice. Who dresses up for the occasion.
So when people comment on my weight, like most girls I'd imagine, my mind goes crazy. In the past 24 hours I've had 3 people ask me if I've lost weight. Its summer here and naturally my body does tend to loose some weight (eating more salads and fruit, swimming, chasing after nieces and nephews at the beach or the park), but never before has anyone commented on the 'seasonal' weight change.
So then it gets me thinking, the niece who lives 2 minutes from me is 2.5, so she's very (hyer)active and we're constantly moving, her brother is only 4 months old and is in the "its lovely to be rocked to sleep" phase. On top of the odd skipping meals over weekends cos I'm just too darn busy, it probably has amounted to more weight loss than is seasonly overlooked.
But then the insanity starts, I'm thinking about the chocolate that is part of my daily diet, the frozen yoghurt with ice magic drizzled over eaten straight from the container, the ham and cheese rolls when I can't be bothered to eat healthier. And insanely trying to imagine how much more weight I would have lost if I had cut out those 'bad habits' in the past few weeks, or imagine if I'd just walked down to my local supermarket instead of driven down, or or or...
So, I'm stopping the insanity, I'm thanking people for their compliments (if indeed they are complimenting) and accepting that things change. I am choosing not to get caught up in trying to be too skinny, I am choosing to make healthy decisions (I'm choosing to include chocolate for its excellent antioxidant properties!), I am choosing to be happy with my body.
The End
Sx
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