Sometimes it's nice to throw a little gratitude in the mix, don't you agree?
There has been a lot to be super grateful for of late. There have been a lot of stand out moments for me, and for those around me, that have made me stop (literally in my tracks) at look at what I have, and just be so thankful that everyone is okay and healthy. Life is good.
First cab off the rank - Kdog. This guy, he just gets me and he gets it. He's just a good egg. I'll throw the kids under the 'Kdog header' too. Whilst often they shit me to tears, these past couple of weeks, things have seemed to chill a bit. They are mates, not enemies. They have little chats and it swells my heart with pride and joy. They are so much more independent, where have those needy babies gone?
Second - my girlfriends. God I love these women, more than I can actually put into words. They know who they are. I love them because they make me a better me, they make me a better mother. Why? Because they take me away from my children for a while, they make me stop and focus on myself. They tell me that I've 'still got it', that I am still an interesting person even though my life is consumed with tiny people. HAHA thank goodness!! Some of these amazing women have hit some rough patches of late, some personal crisis, some crossroads. Decisions have had to be made, tears have been wiped away and plenty of chocolate has been shared. I am so bloody grateful that these women are still able to come to me, even after all the years, kilometres and changes, we still find ourselves connecting with each other. When I stop and look at these women, as individuals, I am in awe of the people they are, you know deep inside, and the lives they have created for themselves. Power women indeed. I sometimes have visions of us all, old cat ladies, living in a big mansion by the sea - did you ever see the Practical Magic movie? It was pretty bad however, I loved it because Stevie Nicks was on the soundtrack. Anyway, there were these two aunts (witches) who lived in this old crazy mansion over looking the ocean. They would have Margarita and brownie parties at midnight, in their nighties...awesome. I can totally see us doing that one day gals.
Last, but not least - the bloggers. You guys, you make my heart sing. When I googled 'mother bloggers' way back in 2009, I would never have predicted the impact they would have had on my life. It's funny you know, I was always privately critical of those who befriended people online, like there was something a bit strange about it. Then I had babies, man was I wrong. To have that friendship, so accessible, just there at your fingertips. Women who get it, who know the mother struggle. It's mind-blowing. I love these women with every bit of my heart. The first time I met ol' Beverly I nearly weed my pants with excitement. Beth's blog was the first one I stumbled upon. I love her honesty and her bloody humour, she is the bees knees. I look to her for advice in so many aspects of my life; style, home decor, motherhood, and spirit. When I found Beth, I found a flock of others. I read their blogs and they lift my soul, they make a gloomy day a whole lot brighter - Sam, Jody, Bianca, Ruth, Amelia, Cat and Jodi - these women are my soul sisters. I am blessed to have them in my life. Thank you ladies. Then there are my photo taking blogger mums, Lou, Tahnee, and Belinda. I look at their photos and it motivates me to be a better me, a better photographer. I love these ladies because they have made their passion their reality, my passion too.
Woah, SO much love. (It's a bit sickening, I know)!
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
The Fat : Part Two
I have been completely blown away by all of your beautiful comments, emails and messages in response to Monday's post. You guys!!
There were messages form so many of you, words of encouragement, even recipe ideas from ex-boyfriends ?!? Anyway, I am just so super grateful for the few moments you have spared to respond to my post. Thank you!
Well it all began this morning. I was awake before the crack of dawn (don't you hate it when you wake up 10 minutes before your alarm?). I'll be honest, I had a moment. Would I or wouldn't I? I changed into my exercise gear and looked out the back door. It was pitch black and raining. That's it, I'm going back inside. As I took off my shoes and socks, I felt that twinge - the twinge of guilt.
'C'mon O'Connor, SUCK IT UP, it's a little bit of rain for goodness sake!'
If I gave up now, before I had even started, I would feel like a damn fool.
'Think of how it will feel to be running free in the rain, think of the sense of achievement when you've finished'.
BAM.
I was out the door. Next thing I knew, I was at the end of the road running.
There was an encounter with a freshly paved footpath but I did pick myself up - 'soul building' I said to myself.
This is soul building and I like it.
There were messages form so many of you, words of encouragement, even recipe ideas from ex-boyfriends ?!? Anyway, I am just so super grateful for the few moments you have spared to respond to my post. Thank you!
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Well it all began this morning. I was awake before the crack of dawn (don't you hate it when you wake up 10 minutes before your alarm?). I'll be honest, I had a moment. Would I or wouldn't I? I changed into my exercise gear and looked out the back door. It was pitch black and raining. That's it, I'm going back inside. As I took off my shoes and socks, I felt that twinge - the twinge of guilt.
'C'mon O'Connor, SUCK IT UP, it's a little bit of rain for goodness sake!'
If I gave up now, before I had even started, I would feel like a damn fool.
'Think of how it will feel to be running free in the rain, think of the sense of achievement when you've finished'.
BAM.
I was out the door. Next thing I knew, I was at the end of the road running.
There was an encounter with a freshly paved footpath but I did pick myself up - 'soul building' I said to myself.
This is soul building and I like it.
Monday, April 1, 2013
The Fat
Hello there,
How are you? My name is Amelia, and I am fat.
For most of my teenage and adult life I have been less than impressed with my body. The way it looks, the way it wobbles, the freckles, the scars, you name it - I hated it. There have been two occasions where I have been proud of my body, and praised it's amazingness - PREGNANCY. However, since giving birth to my last child, nearly two years ago, it is safe to say my body is physically at it's all time worst. There are rolls and stretch marks where I didn't expect rolls or stretch marks to form. I have the posture of my ninety year old grandmother, the lungs of a pack a day smoker (note: I don't actually smoke a pack a day, I might smoke once, every now and then, as a social thing - disgusting I know), and the energy of a slug.
I get into a flap whenever I have to select an outfit to wear. It doesn't matter whether I am going up to the supermarket for a loaf of bread, or heading out to the hippest bar in town - when it's time to pick out some clothes, I am in a stage of PANIC!! It is not too out of the ordinary to find me buried under a pile of ill fitting clothes, silently hoping that something will make me look like how I imagine myself in my head. I have my standard selection of black this or dark that, long cardigan here, loose fitting jacket there. I can no longer shop in the 'normal' section of the shops - I have moved to the plus side. I hate it! Lately there have been occasions where I have actually CANCELED MY PLANS because my self-confidence was at an all time low! NOT GOOD ENOUGH.
Today is the day. I have had e-bloody-nough.
There will no longer be 'quick fixes' when 10am or 3pm rolls along. There will no longer be easy high in fat takeaway for dinner because I have been too tired to prepare a wholesome meal. Sure, there will be the occasional treat, but not three or four nights a week!!!!!!
I cannot continue on another day living a life that is not working towards by better self.
I cannot continue to feel self conscious, physically unwell, tired, malnourished, unfocused, and uninspired.
I cannot continue being a less than great individual, mother and wife.
This is the time.
I am going to document some portions of my journey here, on my little blog. Please feel free to tell me your story, share some of your tips or meal ideas.
Big love,
A
x
How are you? My name is Amelia, and I am fat.
For most of my teenage and adult life I have been less than impressed with my body. The way it looks, the way it wobbles, the freckles, the scars, you name it - I hated it. There have been two occasions where I have been proud of my body, and praised it's amazingness - PREGNANCY. However, since giving birth to my last child, nearly two years ago, it is safe to say my body is physically at it's all time worst. There are rolls and stretch marks where I didn't expect rolls or stretch marks to form. I have the posture of my ninety year old grandmother, the lungs of a pack a day smoker (note: I don't actually smoke a pack a day, I might smoke once, every now and then, as a social thing - disgusting I know), and the energy of a slug.
I get into a flap whenever I have to select an outfit to wear. It doesn't matter whether I am going up to the supermarket for a loaf of bread, or heading out to the hippest bar in town - when it's time to pick out some clothes, I am in a stage of PANIC!! It is not too out of the ordinary to find me buried under a pile of ill fitting clothes, silently hoping that something will make me look like how I imagine myself in my head. I have my standard selection of black this or dark that, long cardigan here, loose fitting jacket there. I can no longer shop in the 'normal' section of the shops - I have moved to the plus side. I hate it! Lately there have been occasions where I have actually CANCELED MY PLANS because my self-confidence was at an all time low! NOT GOOD ENOUGH.
Today is the day. I have had e-bloody-nough.
There will no longer be 'quick fixes' when 10am or 3pm rolls along. There will no longer be easy high in fat takeaway for dinner because I have been too tired to prepare a wholesome meal. Sure, there will be the occasional treat, but not three or four nights a week!!!!!!
I cannot continue on another day living a life that is not working towards by better self.
I cannot continue to feel self conscious, physically unwell, tired, malnourished, unfocused, and uninspired.
I cannot continue being a less than great individual, mother and wife.
This is the time.
I am going to document some portions of my journey here, on my little blog. Please feel free to tell me your story, share some of your tips or meal ideas.
Big love,
A
x
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Olivia & Bunga
There is a story behind this super special photo.
Head over to my other online space to check it out.
www.ameliaoconnor.com
Sunday, March 24, 2013
One, Two...Skip a Few 12/52
Take a look at these little dirt covered faces, would you?
Truck building, flower picking, bike riding, cake baking and story reading is all the rage around here. I am grateful for these little gremlins, no matter how exhausting they are.
Following along with the gorgeous Jodi over at Che and Fidel and her 52 A Portrait A Week project.
Friday, March 22, 2013
Yo....
Hola peeps!
Life is crazy sometimes, isnt it?
Gosh I feel like the last month or so has been one ginormous ferris wheel ride.
Life. Motherhood. Family. Business. Stresses. Happiness. The whole kit and caboodle seems to have taken over my life these past six weeks or so.
I stopped and thought about my special space over here and how I have neglegted it so much since the beginning of this year. Gone are the 'Stuff I am Loving' posts, gone are the weekly portraits of my children, gone are the honest outpourings from my heart, my thought and feelings. This is such an important place for me to go to, no wonder i'm all jumbled. I have had no time to go and offload and make sense of whats going on.
So what has been happening, you say?!
Well i've been doing lots of business things over here. I've been chasing after my two little gremlins like a mad woman. Also trying to get our home and lives into some kind of structure and routine. This has been the biggest challenge of all. Organising Will for preschool, organising Olivia into some kind of childcare. Just a lot of ORGANISING!
Anyhoo, I hear someone squawking, I must dash.
Keep your eyes peeled for plenty of posts - i'm back baby!
Much love
X
Sunday, March 3, 2013
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