Music is a massive factor in my life. It helps so much for lifting up my vibration. Of cause music can also have the opposite effect can’t it. We all have that tune that takes us back to a time, and we instantly feel those same emotions again. This is why have a playlist that if i need to be brought instantly up I stick it on and off I go dancing around the lounge.
This song is one of those for me, and thanks to my beautiful friend it is new to my repertoire of uplifters. This is the one I stick on when i’m tired after a long difficult night shift and I have only had 3 hours sleep, it never fails to have me dancing around the house.
Enjoy my lovelies x
Take a breath this morning
The dog can wait
The dishes will still be there in 5 mins
Write your worries down and put them to one side
It will be ok
You’ve got this
Love to you all x
We all have or did have until life too over, an activity that we get completely lost in, where the time just flies because we are so engrossed in what we are doing.
I call this being in my bliss.
Mine is sewing, in particular quilting. I can get lost for hours. I stick my music up loud, play songs I can sing to and boom, I am happy.
Above is a new project I started this week and this pattern is called the disappearing nine patch. What I love about this pattern it looks really complicated but actually it is simple to do, just a little time consuming.
What is your bliss?
What did you really used to enjoy doing but you don’t do now?
Do you need to rediscover it?
The journey of being mum has at times been a roller coaster ride. It was a job that I never thought I would undertake because I was never the mumsy type. Don’t get me wrong I always liked children, other people’s, you can hand them back you see. I was never a mum that carried tissues in their bag to wipe sticky fingers, I was rubbish at remembering things like PE kits, dentist appointments, my best trick was turning up to appointments on the wrong day, remembering to pick them up after clubs. I was one of those mums as a teacher we hated, sending them in without a coat, not naming their clothes, not turning up for parents evening because I had lost the slip. To be fair I was expecting them both to be in therapy by the time they were teenagers because of the crap mother they had but apparently they seemed to have turned out alright, they say they love me.
They say they liked the fact I was relaxed not pushy, fun, I didn’t mollycoddle. I have taught them independents, they grew up able to cook, clean, look after themselves, help other people with no fussing or nagging on my part. I just let them get on with things and learn by their own mistakes, which believe you me they have made some.
At times I didn’t want to be a mum anymore, it’s the hardest job going, it’s a role that I wanted to be better at, I wanted to be an earth mother, Mother Teresa, Mary Poppins, but I am not, I’m just me, doing the best job in the best way that I can! X