This time last year, I created this website!! Gosh I tussled with whether or not it was the right time, was I ready, does it align with my heart's true desires, and what about my root chakra?! Oh the procrastination, the excuses, the self talk. Anyway, in a moment of clarity or self-butt-kicking, I made it.
The first blog post I shared here was a personal Taking Stock post inspired, no copied from Pip Lincolne's Meet me at Mike's blog.
It's been a year now, so to celebrate the fact that I made this thing in the first place, and also the fact that I haven't yet pulled it down mid artistic perfectionism rage, I thought I'd do it again. It's part milestone-marking, part emotional therapy. You may want to go back and read the last one if you are interested in studying the progress/regress of my mental space.
I'd love to read your version of taking stock. Choose five categories and add yours in the comments.
Here it is, one year on.
Making : The jackpot green smoothie recipe that my vegophobe child loves. Lots of spinach, lots of blueberries, a little spirulina, a dessert spoon of RAW protein powder, a sprinkle of bee pollen, a little maple syrup, and enough water to blend to favourite consistency. She can't get enough of it.
Drinking : Liquorice tea. The pack says don't consume in excessive amounts. I don't know how much that is, but I think I'm giving it a nudge.
Reading: John Olsen, an artists life by Darleen Bungey. Also a Kurt Vonnergut number for my book club, but that one isn't going so well for me.
Wanting: Spring, that is all.
Looking: Westernport Bay. I can see a lot of it from my kitchen and lounge and if I counted the minutes I spend looking out there, I'd arrest myself for crimes against productivity. But I'm not going to count them.
Playing: Lego. Even when the kids aren't around. I'm hoping my fingers stay in good shape so that I can spend my geriatric years doing Lego.
Deciding: Whether to go to the footy on Friday night or not.
Wishing: That the political life attracted a higher calibre of person.
Enjoying: Living just footsteps from the beach. Laziness + inspiration.
Waiting: For a parcel or three in the mail. Weekend binge.
Liking: Celery. Obviously with peanut butter because they are just meant for each other.
Wondering: What I'll do next.
Loving: The salty seaweed smell every time I arrive home.
Pondering: Did my husband actually say the words this morning "When can we go shopping?" Um....WHAT?!
Considering: A MacBook Pro
Watching: Anything that involves Waleed Ali speaking his mind. Not The Batchelor.
Hoping: I can finish this before school assembly.
Marvelling: At someone's ability to keep their head under tantrum-worthy conditions, and come out sailing.
Needing: Less approval these days.
Smelling: Daffodils and jonquils that my gorgeous husband picked and brought home from his weekend camp. Awww.
Wearing: Things that are not as dirty as the other things.
Following: Bridget Beth Collins, also known as Flora.Forager on Instagram. My gosh she spends her days well.
Noticing: The shifting seasons, both outside and inside me.
Knowing: That I’m the luckiest person I know. Still.
Thinking: That this probably shouldn't take as long to complete as it is. But that's taking stock isn't it. You're meant to slow down, reflect, ponder and wonder and slowly move on will a new clearer perspective of where you are.
Feeling: I little bit proud. Me a few years ago would not even have considered holding a private studio sale. Too scary.
Admiring: My daughters.
Sorting: Nothing. Nothing last year, still nothing this year.
Buying: As little as possible, especially in the fluffy-toy-cat-with-colourful-tail genre, despite my youngest's admirable campaign. Obviously the weekend splurge doesn't count.
Getting: My lunch, which looks much more like breakfast.
Bookmarking: Brain Pickings on Facebook! I can't get enough of Maria Popovas interestingness and neither it seems, can 3.6 million others. I might be a late comer to this party....
Disliking: My dog losing every single ball down the same hole in the deck. Under the house there is a bonanza of colourful balls waiting to be discovered by a critter smaller than him. Thought kelpies were smart...?
Opening: My eyes a little earlier, a little easier thanks to the darling sun and her early rising ways. It is inhumane to require people to wake up in the dark.
Coveting: A MacBook Pro
Helping: My dog to learn that balls dropped down holes do not come back.
Hearing: Clare Bowditch's sweet encouragement in "The Winter I Chose Happiness". She speaks in a language I really understand.
Learning: That I can go my own way, and that there is no other.