I have a confession to make. I’m in love with life. I’m in love with living. I’m bursting with so much happiness and contentment I don’t know what to do with it. I am living my dream, and it’s every bit as good as I hoped it would be.
I know my life loving has a hell of a lot to do with both new and old friends. Saturday, we conquered a party I was dreading. Sunday, a new friend stepped in to go to a Ziggy Alberts concert with me. Despite it meaning she couldn’t go see a house she needed to see. Monday, I revived myself from the extreme tiredness due to the weekend’s activities. Tuesday, I embraced all free activities. Saying yes is the best thing ever.
Ziggy was amazing. He’s such a story teller and an unbelievable folk performer, I was captivated for the entire 2.5 hour set. I couldn’t take my eyes from the stage and I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face. He embodies so many qualities I believe are important in life and spreads them through his music and his gigs.
A little known thing about me is I sometimes struggle to find the reason to get out of bed. It comes and goes in episodes and I do have triggers. During one such episode, I would find myself in the car with my only CD being Ziggy’s. Due to my location the only radio station my car would pick up was not quite to my taste and resulting in my listening to Ziggy’s CD on repeat every time I drove for 3 months, which happened to be pretty much every day. His music was an escape, a relief point, a reminder that my situation wasn’t permanent and my isolation was only temporary. Sometimes you find music is a whole lot more than just a pleasant sound. So, Ziggy, I want to thank you for holding me slightly back from the brink.
This morning (Tuesday), my band of girlies and I undertook paddle boarding. I say paddle boarding loosely as most of our time on the boards was spent trying to do handstands, making rafts and sunbaking – whilst making plans for an all too adventurous future, naturally. Post paddle boarding, Steph headed off to work, whilst Jessie and I headed back to hers to make an Italian inspired lunch and walk her dog, Summer, down by Manly Dam. We created our own paradise in her garden. Nothing beats good food, good company and sunshine. Our evening involved cashing in on free cinema vouchers we found. The final Hunger Games movie was our film of choice, and boy was it an emotional rollercoaster. I was stressed out just watching it. I’ve not seen a film which has managed to make me leave the cinema emotionally exhausted before! Somehow the Hunger Games managed it!
To top off a day which was made wonderful by its simpleness, Jessie’s family have invited me to spend Christmas with them. For Jessie’s family, all I feel is gratefulness. It is such an honour to be invited to someone else’s family Christmas, I don’t know how to thank them. Christmas is a hard time for anyone to spend without their family. This will be my third Christmas away from my family. By no means does that make this year any easier than the previous ones. In my family, Christmas Day has been the one day of the year where we all shut down everything else in our lives and we just enjoy each other’s company. We celebrate being together. And every Christmas spent without them is a little bit empty and a lot weird.
I now lie in bed with a sunburnt bum unable to explain to you why I’m so contented. I’m tired but in all the right ways. I’m overly full but on all the yummy foods. I’m having adventures nearly every day. This morning I was saying to my friend, Amy back in England, that I wasn’t having an adventure. She quipped back saying “if every day is an adventure, then no day is”. And she’s quite right. I’m at high risk of losing all sense of normality. But I’m okay with that. If adventures, no matter how small, every day are my normality I think I’ll survive.