I have had a really good week. Well it ended well. I am at the tale end of my summer lurgy, and it is finally starting to leave my body. I only have some brain fuzz and lethargy left behind, which hopefully more rest, more movies, more books, and more chilling out time will cure.
How do people cope when they have little ones around them and they get sick? There is no time out there, ever. Full respect goes out to my Mummy readers, you ladies rock.
I managed a beach swim this morning and stumbled upon a lady I met a few weeks back. Remember how I love talking to randoms? Well sometimes if I am lucky, those randoms become friends! Which I love. So we all swam together and then even went for a nice breakfast together, where I met more people. Humans everywhere, it was amazing!
Seriously when you are sick and you live alone, there is a good possibility of feeling like a hermit. I am a very social person and love being in company, not all the time but I do love conversation and good company. It is always nice to make new connections with people in our community. So thank you.
It’s a really boiling hot 39 degrees outside today, and it’s almost too hot to even go outside. Most activities need to be completed outside before 9am, if you are so motivated. So I am house bound this afternoon, and planning to enjoy some down time after working three whole days this week! Watch out!
Who are these people who can work 5 days a week day in day out for years on end? I am certainly not one of those people. I am hard pressed pushing to 4 days a week, but I will endeavour to try hard this year to work more 5 day weeks consistently. The reality is I don’t have to work that hard. I have only myself to look after, so why push yourself when you don’t have to? That is my question and answer. I tend to work about 6 months of the year, and the rest I holiday, rest, or do whatever it is I want. When was the last time you took a holiday?
I have recently started thinking about buying a house, again. For the last 15 years I have been thinking about buying property and for one reason or ten I talk myself out of it. I fear the commitment, responsibility, pressure to maintain an income and all that big stuff. But it is starting to feel more and more ludicrous to throw money at renting. I think it is also the permanence of everything, which I know nothing is permanent, or forever. I like to think there are always lots of other options. Like living overseas, or another state, or travelling non stop, or house sitting, or sharing. But one does need a home base, and rent or mortgage, you have to pay to live somewhere.
Anyhow, I continue to be miffed by the conundrum of house buying, to throw myself off the cliff or to stay safe well away from the edge? A fear I fear I will need to overcome one day or another.
I have some more travels planned this year, and then maybe after that I will delve into the very adult decision of house buying. Or unit buying which is more appropriate in my case. I could paint murals on the walls, hang stuff everywhere, make a forever garden, and finally get some roots down. I can’t help but feel like I am ruling out so many other amazing things I could be doing than paying for a stupid mortgage. See, that’s what happens. I talk myself in and out of this decision constantly. Does anyone else feel the same??
I have missed writing, I do love it so much. To make up for it, I have been writing letters to friends again. I have always loved to write letters, but for some reason have stopped in recent years. Any of my readers interested in becoming a pen pal? Requirements… live overseas or not in Western Australia, willing to write back and forth, and that’s about it. I think it would be fun! Who is keen? Contact me.
Alright, I think that concludes one more blog post. Hope you are all well and happy wherever you are in the globe, thanks for reading my blog. I love to write and share my ideas and hope you enjoy it too.
Have a great day,
Love Anita xxx