The ‘Could-Do’ List – Why It Makes Life Better

simple-things-photoI’ve mentioned before that I love to read UK magazine The Simple Things. I love that it keeps reminding me to slow down, take stock and enjoy all the small things. A regular feature in the mag, that I just love, is the ‘Could-Do’ list.

The headline “Your Could-Do List” then follows with a sub-heading “Things you might want to do this month (no pressure!)”. Quirky, and beautiful. Pregnant with possibility.

These days we are all slaves to our ‘To-Do’ list. There is always something being added, even when you happily cross something off it. With that comes that heavy feeling, the weight of responsibility, the slight panic of drowning under the pressure of all the things that need doing.

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The Case for Slow Living

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Going nowhere fast in this beauty.

Those of you who regularly read my blog will know that I’ve got a bit of a preoccupation with de-cluttering. I’ve written about it several times. You can read those posts here, here and here.

I recently wrote about how I’ve finally realised that de-cluttering just doesn’t work for me. I like to clear out ‘stuff’ but generally, I like to keep things that mean something to me. Thinking about de-cluttering and what motivated me to do it, has helped me understand what brings me satisfaction and contentedness.

I’ve deduced that some form of connection is what brings me that solid, heart-full feeling. That feeling where I couldn’t possibly be anywhere better. But it’s not just human connection that that does this. It’s connection with food, with art, books, with my home, my garden, and community. This is considered and thoughtful living; some would say mindful living – for me, it is slow living.  [Read more…]

10 Ways to Banish the Overwhelm

I drew this when I was feeling emotionally overwhelmed. It soothed.

I drew this when I was feeling emotionally overwhelmed. It helped me escape and soothed my pain.

 

Never before have we lived such comfortable and affluent lives. Australia has the third highest average wealth in the world, behind Switzerland and Norway.  We make up 0.36% of the world’s adult population but account for 3.78% of the world’s top 1% of wealthiest people. (source)

But this comes at a cost, on many levels. The African proverb ‘it takes a village to raise a child’ still remains, yet the village has gone. Everyone is out working, or taking their kids to gymnastics, swimming, athletics, scouts, karate, football, cricket. Or volunteering in the class room, on the sports pitch or up at the school. Or preparing for dinner guests, kids parties family get togethers…it never ends.

There’s no doubt we have very full lives. Often too full. So full, in fact that many of us feel that our day to day lives have become an avalanche of events and we are like a pack of hounds chasing our tails in a frenzy of FOMO confusion. (FOMO, for those who don’t know, is an acronym for Fear Of Missing Out). [Read more…]

The Art of Disconnecting and Reconnecting

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Trentham to Lyonsville walk

This week we’ve been away at a friend’s farm in Trentham, Victoria. There is nothing quite like the feeling of the crisp frosty morning and the glow of the fire that has been burning all night, keeping the living room toasty for when you get up to make your morning cuppa. I love the smell of the air in the country; crisp and clean but punctuated with the smell of log fires and home baking.

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For us city-dwellers, the novelty never wears off. Every time I come to this part of the world, I feel revived and inspired. Our kids also get the benefits. They love that we do things as a family that we don’t do at home. Not out of choice, but because our day-to-day lives are so full of activity that we are constantly in the throes of football, netball, gymnastics, soccer, school, work… you get the idea. [Read more…]

Don’t Let Your Outlet Slide

imageAt the start of August I had one major deadline and four weeks till our big family trip to Europe and Asia. So when my daughter’s carer told me she was taking early maternity leave, I didn’t really panic.

Then, as often happens in life, I got two new clients. Given I am still building my freelance writing business, I was not going to say no to these opportunities, even though I didn’t have any child care in place. I decided I would muddle through by working every day during Freya’s sleep time, and in the evenings, if needed, when all three children were settled.

So that’s what I did. Muddling through would probably be the most accurate way to describe it. Any one who has any experience with babies and toddlers will know, they can be unpredictable, even when you’ve mastered a perfect routine. Some days I’d plan to do the grocery shop in the morning, be home for lunch and then work after lunch while she slept, only to pull in the drive way at 11 and find she had fallen asleep in her car seat. The end result was that I did meet all my deadlines, but everything else went by the wayside, including this blog.

I’d fall into bed at night, with piles of washing waiting to be folded and put away, dust gathering slyly on my window sills and furniture, vegetables wrinkling up in my crisper, and me, feeling cranky, scratchy and pulled in all directions. It’s fair to say, chaos reigned (more than usual) in that period.

There was no down time because the time I would catch up on household jobs – while Freya slept – I was busy working to meet my deadlines, the evenings were spent trying to (unsuccessfully) catch up on things like the washing. But the biggest cost came in sacrificing my outlet. My sanity, my little love; my writing.

I mentioned earlier that I was tetchy. In hind-site, I can see that it was because I had sacrificed writing for pleasure and I had completely underestimated its importance, and its value in my life. It’s a thing that brings me calm, restores balance and brings me satisfaction. And I had foolishly abandoned it when life got hectic.

It’s been a great lesson for me, because not for one moment did I think that not taking that time for myself, to do what makes me happy, would impact so significantly – both on me and on my family. Because I was scratchy, they all suffered. And I suffered doubly – firstly because it’s not pleasant feeling harried and strung out, but I recognised that when I was like this, I wasn’t that pleasant to be around. So that old chestnut, mother guilt, came galloping back in to my life.

Whenever my husband could, he took over caring for the children, and doing house work, so I could work or rest. Which is how I now know, with some distance from the situation, that it wasn’t that I was trying to do too much (which obviously was part of it) but it was that I had let my outlet slide. I’d stopped doing what I love to do, what makes me feel happy.

I know that self-care is the most important thing a mother can do for her family, and in theory I always agreed. But it wasn’t until this little crazy month in my life, where my self-care got unintentionally ditched, that I truly recognise how important it is to make the time to ‘do your thing’. Arianna Huffington says that ‘when we take care of ourselves, we are only going to be better at everything.’ There is a lot of wisdom in that.

The practicalities of life will often prevent us from doing the things that we want to do, but the important thing is that we recognise what is really important to our wellbeing and make a commitment to carve out this time. After all, it not just for yourself, but also for your family.