Changing my mind

I had a dream...

A plan, an exciting journey. Something I had never dreamed of, but the minute I thought of it, I couldn't imagine doing anything else. I was unhappy and sailing through each day and complaining every night. Simply falling into a ball of negativity. This plan was a shinning light in my grey clouds and boy was I excited! The minute I planned it, nothing in my life was right until it happened. I planned for weeks and weeks and I bought and transformed and decorated and advertised and booked and created and dreamed. It was all going to be perfect. Everything in my life was crap...but this would make it perfect.

Then a week ago...

I packed it all away. I un-decorated. I un-advertised. I wrote sorry letters and un-booked. I folded away and neatly packed each and every creation, thought and dream into a cupboard in our house for a more appropriate time.

crazy
you betcha baby

time waster 
absolutely

money waster
yes yes yes

But that's just how I roll! and I'm sorry but it's who I am and...actually I am not sorry. I won't do something unless I am 100% 200% 300% committed and ready and I am pretty sure I was only 99% ready and that didn't cut it! It wasn't the right time. We had other things we want to do. We weren't in the right place. But you know what, I needed it! I thought I was unhappy where I was but the minute I planned to change and leave, it was suddenly awesome and the thought of leaving make me physically sick to my stomach. I didn't want to. I was going to...for my new adventure. But I didn't want to, and you know what, I always follow my gut. My gut and my mind always fight. They rarely agree but this time I had my guts back. I was all up in its business and my mind had no chance.


Its funny how life works. I thought I was unhappy and needed a change but then as soon as I was about to change I realised that I was actually quite happy where I was. I now look at each day with a positive new outlook and enjoy the time I have. The adventures I have and the opportunities I have. I shouldnt take them for granted!

My beautiful little dream is packed away nicely in my cupboard. I always open the doors and smile knowing that I made the right decision. I always know it is there waiting for me, patiently, if I ever get to that 100% and need it. It will happen. Soon. Just not now.

And with that decision made, more dreams can become a reality. This world better watch out because Sarah and Rob are dreaming and planning and taking action and I am so excited for the adventures that lay ahead!


I changed my mind - and that's ok!

x S.K.K x

the bond



A lovely daddy and daughter moment - so glad we took two cameras out today.

Scavenger Hunt Sunday

I haven't participated in Scavenger Hunt Sunday in a long time now! So I made it a point this week to do so. Some of my entries are a little far fetched but bare with me :)

ABSTRACT- eh.. not really abstract but it will do :)
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STAIRS- Roxy climbing
Roxy climbing

MACRO- I don't have a macro lens so this will have to work!
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SMILE- shared before, but I just love this little girls smile!
You can see more from this session HERE!
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Sunday Snapshot

Pretty faded decor

Pretty faded decor



This week on Flickr Faves Sunday, I bring you some pretty faded decor with these inspiring photos. I just love dottie angel's ikea stool decorated with vintage wallpaper.



Some beautiful shots from my Flickr favourites (clockwise from top left):

Have a sweet day!

I hoped he'd ask for socks 'n' jocks...

I love Mother's Day - soggy toast in bed; hastily wrapped gifts; perhaps a painted card brought home from kindy... my one day to be totally indulged for being the world's greatest mum. In my children's eyes, anyway.

So it's totally fitting that my husband should embrace Fathers Day with similar enthusiasm. Pancakes in bed? No problem. A little pressie? Of course. Permission to lie under a blankie on the couch and let me flap about with the kids? Hmph, I guess so.

But my husband didn't want any of that. Well, aside from the lying on the couch part.

No, my husband wanted me to race a road cycle time trial. For 25km's. You know - like they do in the Tour de France. A race against myself. And the clock.

Why? Don't ask.

I tried to decline.

I wasn't keen, to put it mildly.

But yet, I found myself this morning at 8am on the start-ramp - a stranger supporting the back of my seat as I hovered awkwardly on my pedals, trying desperately not to throw up. I succeeded. Just.


There were a surprising amount of other women there, and I wasn't half intimidated as I eyed their flash machinery and olympic-athletesque-bodies. What was I doing? I was about to be disgraced!

The first 6 km's were an adrenaline-fueled blur as I fought to control the nerves and concentrate on the task. The gravel on the road was loose; it was windy and at times I felt like I was getting nowhere. There is something surreal about racing against yourself and having to mentally focus your energy without anyone else around. I didn't have a trip computer so I had no idea how far I'd gone -- but my husband had the car and stopped intermittently along the course to tell me where I was at. The second 6 km's were fairly hilly and although I had shaken the nerves by then, I was feeling pretty tired and fighting the inclination to stop at the turnaround point and call it a day. I didn't, of course, and ignored my screaming legs to complete the remaining 12 km's. I crossed the finish line with nothing in me left to spare... I'd done it!

And I wasn't even 'disgraced' -- my time was well up there with the other women and I was actually competitive!

My husband wanted me to do it because he thought I could.

And it turned out I could, folks! I could!

And that's how Dan got his Father's Day gift.

Here's a little pic of Elli-Boo and Dan on Fathers Day - post ride, "sharing a beer" :)



What did you get up to on Father's Day?? Was it lovely?