Life, Love and the Everyday

Life I think I need glasses because last Monday morning I misread a school sign. At first glance I thought it said 'Cuddles and Robotics Here'! What it really said was 'Coding and Robotics' here. Aiiii! I don't know whether it was Monday Morning Mayhem playing on my Before Coffee brain or whether I need to get my eyes checked. Love A. and I have found a place for the engagement party. Its in the process of becoming official. So that means we have to start crackin' on those engagement invites. Today we are looking at a potential venue for the wedding. A. is fairly optimistic and I am just going to keep an open mind. & The Everyday In the wake of realising that my attitude towards certain aspects of my life needs pixie dust and sparkle, I have been sprinkling, dusting and polishing what I know needs work. The end of the year is fast on our heels and now is the time to take out the box of Procrastination so there is less to worry about next year.

LIFE  What I love about books is that they are available around the clock - your imagination can absorb words and take you on a journey, pages away from your life. What would life be without J.K Rowling, Kathy Reichs and Jane Austen? Pretty lousy, that's what. Then there are books that make you feel brave, inspired - and I have been reading such a book this week. It's called Becoming Myself by Stasi Eldredge. I have read it a couple of times and loved it - and I have read it again this week - it's about loving yourself, quirks and all - embracing the beauty that is soul and surface. There were three topics Stasi mentioned in her book which really stood out to me. Body Image, Friendships and Mothers. Last Tuesday I weighed in at 99.1. My whole adult life it seems, has been about losing weight. It's my fault. I have eaten in quantity rather than moderation and skipped on the 30-45 minutes of exercise most days and that's on me. Literally. On that score, I lea

LIFE Life after the Engagement Story is the same - except I have a sparkler on my finger that feels like an extra body part. Following A.'s proposal, here is what I didn't expect to feel. On top of that estastic joy, there was also anxiety. As a girl, and until my recent engagement; I had pictured doing the whole schbang. Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed and Something Blue. But hours after my engagement, I realised that I was daunted - not by marriage but the wedding itself. After four and a years with A. I can say that its high time and over that we tied the knot.  I even told A. that we could take our families and a few close friends somewhere and get married by a pastor or an Elvis Presley impersonator with a Civil Celebrant License. But A. assured me that everything would be fine, that the celebration of our union would be amazing with the right people there. And I am very lucky to have very beautiful people in my life. I did the math last night -