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inspire 15

Life just got real.

It’s Monday morning and over the weekend I told the world my two goals for 2015.

Shut the front door.

I had a vulnerability hangover so I put my yoga pants on and went down to the beach.

My little miss nearly 4 months old, decided sleeping wasn’t on the agenda last night and I asked my body builder for some help this morning.

I asked him to personal train me.

Yes I did.

It just got real.

Monday morning real.

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Let’s be honest. I had the most amazing time, boxing on the beach, until I felt a little overwhelmed, a little vulnerable, a little ashamed and then I self sabotaged.

I picked a silly little fight and I walked away.

Sitting here, thinking, saying sorry and realising, this is why this goal has never stuck.

In some areas of my life I am like a dog with a bone. If I want to do something I will drive that baby all the way home. But in this area of wellness, exercise, eating, I self sabotage.

I say it is too hard.

If my exercise companion doesn’t show up, I am secretly stoked.

If we go out and the menu options are limited, I have a wry smile.

No more.

Little great choices, everyday.

2015 is just around the corner, but I needed a little head start in this area so I have begun already. I don’t need January 1 to tell me what I want change in my life. At the beginning of the year, I filled in these Change Pages, something I have done for the last ten years and there is a reoccurring theme. Enter my goals for this coming New Year.

Out of this reflection, I have decided to run some one on one day creative retreats, to help people fill in these pages and find their goals for the coming year.

My two goals for next year are this;

1) Loose the 30 kgs I have put on since having my two babes, over the last 3 years.

2) Get ‘The Summer of Love; single, over 25 and exhausted’ published.

What is it that you want to do next year?

Follow my hashtag #inspire15 and let’s do something worthy together.

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Homemade Christmas Ideas

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I sat on the floor of my friends kitchen this morning feeding my soon to be 4 month old, chatting, thinking, smiling and enjoying the company of wildly creative women.

There is something that is released when women create.

Inspiration.

Innovation.

A sense of self.

A uniqueness that reflects women of old.

A beauty that pervades, even as I sat and noticed one of my legs was half shaved and was impressed I had remembered to put on deodorant as I rushed my gaggle out the door.

This Christmas my body builder and I have decided to keep things simple, even though my christmas obsessed heart wants to race to the shops and buy every possible fire engine, truck and helicopter available.

This is what we have decided for each of our brood to buy.

Something made by Mum

Something to wear

Something to read

Something you want

Something you need.

Five simple presents each with a little tag to match. Which I have made as a PDF for you to download and print out if you like the idea. Click the link below for the printable version.

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Last year I made a simple Ebook called ’30 merry days’ with 30 different Homemade Christmas ideas, from presents, to recipes, to ideas, to simple links to websites.

For the next few days, anyone who signs up for my blog via subscription will get an email from me with a code to download the book for free.

Go to the front page by clicking the capture header up above.

Go to the right of the front page and type your email address in.

You will get an email to confirm the subscription. (make sure it’s not in junk mail.)

Then I will personally send you a code for the book for free.

Have a fabulous week my creative friends.

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One of the first things I do every single time I come home is open every window I can find.

Every new hotel room I inhabit, I fling open the windows as soon as possible.

It is the very first thing I do.

Place down my bag and walk straight to the window.

How about you?

We live in a tiny apartment and over the last couple of weeks we have had six adults and two children in our beautiful shack.

It was stretching but we did okay.

It doesn’t matter how big the space is, as long as the window is ajar I can cope.

It is like the window is an opening to a place of inspiration and vision.

The window is an opportunity for my wandering heart to escape.

One of my favourite scriptures this year has been this..

‘He brought me out to a wide-open place. He rescued me because he was pleased with me.’

2 Samuel 22:20

When our hearts are free and our lives are secure, the human desire is always to find ourselves in a wide open space.

We were designed to feel small under the depth and width of an expanse of beauty.

The problem is, we sometimes go through seasons that are dark, times that we want to curl up in a ball, go foetal, close all the doors, windows and turn off the lights.

Seasons of transition.

Seasons of disappointment.

Seasons of brokenness.

It is so exciting to feel like I am at last entering this wide open space at last.

The last few days have been awash with thoughts about the coming years and I am inspired.

I feel like I am standing on the edge of a precipice, ready to dive into new and amazing waters.

I feel clearer about my future than ever before.

Standing in a wide-open place.

How about you?

Do you need to open a window a little?

Allow the light in, let a curtain blow in the wind and get ready for a brand new day to appear?

Stay open, dear thirsty heart.

A new day awaits.

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Cheese and Bacon Shapes

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I just walked in on my two year old Maximus feeding my three month old Liberty a cheese and bacon shape biscuit. I had left them for less than a minute whilst I went into the bathroom.

Smile.

Breathe.

Adore.

I’ve been planning for a few months now what her first taste of food would be; thinking about blending up some natural goodness, Avocado maybe or some apple stewed lovingly by a perfect mother.

Lovely thoughts.

Great Expectations.

Epic Bacon and Cheese Biscuit fail.

Honestly one minute I am completely loving having two children in my little abode and the next minute I want to run to a little island in the pacific and become a nomad.

Life never works out the way we predict it will.

No matter the imperfection, I am finding so much beauty in the ashes.

The ashes left after burning my pursuit of impressing you and finding reality enchanting.

Sometimes newborns taste bacon additives as their first meal and it is okay.

Life often unravels at the seams, we walk in and find our toilet training two year old shaking a poo out of his orange shorts and you just have to laugh.

Life is far from perfect and I actually love it.

Here’s a toast of green tea to writing in this little corner of the internet more often.

Xxoo

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A thunderous heart

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I have a thunderous heart and I’m unapologetic about it. I choose to feel, to love deeply and to express passionately. I will not sit on the sidelines and commentate about others, I will dive in and learn as I swim, I will encourage extravagantly and think radically. I refuse to be the same person today as I was yesterday. I will say sorry quickly and do everything in my capacity to let go completely. I get this wrong often, but I am willing to admit that today is a new day and I want to be present in it. Life is fleeting and I aim to grasp every possible piece of it and revel.

Yes I do indeed own a thunderous heart.