This post was inspired by the Groovymums blog hop on KateOnThinIce which is for mums who want to rediscover the woman they used to be or to reinvent themselves altogether. It’s inspiring to read about what other people do to make themselves feel better and engineer a little time in the day just for themselves amongst the other responsibilities that we all have. Each week there are challenges or prompts to make us think about different areas of our lives, all entirely optional. I’ve linked up again with Kate to post my progress in forging a completely new groove for myself.
I was very interested to read Kate’s challenges this week. Some of us may be using reward charts to help our little ones learn and she asks how we reward ourselves. Funny you should mention that, Kate, but last year I bought myself a reward chart and some stickers and gave myself a sticker for every day that I ate healthily. At the end of every week I gave myself a reward just for trying, even if the healthy eating hadn’t resulted in weight loss. In this way, I acquired a whole new set of Denby breakfast ware of which I am very proud. Unfortunately I lost my way round about March and stopped doing it. Maybe I should start again; I’m clearly motivated by little pieces of sticky, shiny paper with smiley faces in primary colours. Which leads me to another of the challenges – is the spirit willing? Kate has left this open to interpretation. For me, I have to say the spirit is very willing but I am constantly dismayed by the level at which I self sabotage. Take the reward chart as an example. By March I’d started to sneak in little extras and not take things as seriously as I had. Nothing wrong with my motivation, just a little voice in my head telling me I couldn’t do it so I might as well stop now. Got to silence the evil so-and-so, or at least squash it, if I am ever to make progress. There’s a personal admission for you.
Here’s another! Asks Kate, if I were a Winnie the Pooh character, which would I be? I think I would be the owl. I’ve always loved owls, they are my favourite bird, rarely seen, hardly heard, but ever present, ethereal and mysterious. I’d love to be ethereal and mysterious. We often have tawny owls in the woods behind where we live. I love to hear their ghostly, warbling hoot to one another in the night. All of which brings me to the question of sleep. The little man sleeps all through the night, it’s a rare occasion that he’s disturbed, so the only thing which keeps me awake is hubby’s snoring. He does it only at about 4am, just one or two snorts, but its enough to wake me at a time when I find it way too difficult to go back to sleep. This probably explains why I am so sleepy in the evenings. Hubby’s snoring goes through phases and happily he’s currently coming out of one, so I’m looking forward to undisturbed sleep for a few weeks until the cycle comes round again. I recently saw on an American website pillows designed as Scrabble letters. I would love to get some of those, if only to throw at hubby when he snores at 4am.
So that’s what I’ve been doing, what about plans for the future? Firstly, I want to get my hands on a copy of the New Yorker, just one issue, but it’s proving impossible to get here in the UK. I have friends who work in the City of London, which has a large population of Americans, and yet none of the local outlets stock it, which surprises me. I haven’t given up yet and one of my friends has emailed the New Yorker on my behalf to see who the stockists are in London. Subscription is for a year at well over $100, but I want only one issue, just to see. Secondly, Kate asks, would I like to meet other bloggers? Yes, in a heartbeat. We are such a diverse bunch and yet all warm hearted, quirky, funny and inspirational. It would be fun.
Finally, there is one piece of really great news to share. I entered a Flash Fiction competition here and my piece was selected from over 350 entries to be one of 100 stories for a book for the charity One in Four. Chuffed does not even begin to cover it.