I ‘attended’ a facebook party. It was so different to anything I’d been involved with before and when the presenter mentioned she was looking to add to her team, I couldn’t get it out of my mind. So, I used the last of my tattoo money to purchase the new presenter kit and told James I would make it back or not get anymore tattoos.
I did have a freak out moment, wondering what I was thinking but, as I’ve learned about the products I have received, connected with my upline, hit a few of my goals and developed some strategies I am starting to think I might have known what I was doing after all.
For me, it’s not about money (although, I would like to be able to buy James a birthday present where he can’t see where and how much and figure out what it is!). It’s not even about make up (although, I am partial to fabulous lashes). It’s about giving myself an external focus, goals which are mine and achievable but my whole family life doesn’t ride on it. If that makes sense. It’s already been an amazing confidence booster, which has been greatly needed. Feeling useless had become a norm for me and finding a way to remind myself of my worth has been invaluable.
I feel excited about the prospects and to see where I can go with this. I’m thrilled about the relationships that are forming, doing things that ease that loneliness is very important to me at the moment and it’s not too draining as it’s all online.
Tomorrow, I’m officially launching through a facebook based party. I’m excited. I’m scared.
I’m ready to take this journey where ever it leads. Possibly to some type of reality show because I keep throwing the word ‘journey’ around.
I would love it if you guys would like my page and if you’d like to join in on my launch party I would so love your support. It will run for a couple of days and everyone is free to pop in and out of the group as they please, there’s no expectations, hopefully just some fun, info and a massive boost for me. Feel free to add yourself to the group!
That’s where I’m at. Doing something a little crazy.
What have you done for yourself lately?
When I lived with my grandparents as a teen, my grandfather was always telling me to “DMW”. If I said I had a headache, he would say “DMW!”, tap the bench twice with his fingers and smile at me. I would groan, roll my eyes and choose the teeniest cup to fill up with water and begrudgingly drink it down.
It went this way with most things. Grumpy? DMW. Sick? DMW. Hungry? DMW.
He would randomly fill up a glass and carefully bring it to me at different intervals throughout the day. I have to laugh (to myself) whenever I see him do the same these days for my nan. I see her huff and remember those feelings but I know he’s just trying to do what’s best for her as he was for me all those years ago.
As with so many things, it turns out my grandpa was right all those years. Drinking more water is something I should do.
Turns out he was right. Go figure ;)
These days I do drink much more water than I once did. However, I still struggle to get as much as I should. For some reason, I love my big, tall glasses of water with dinner at night. I can smash them down and just love the taste. In the morning? It’s a real issue. I hate the taste and it’s a real fight to get it down.
Through out the day it’s something I just don’t think about.
As I strive to recover from my PND I am taking tiny steps to change things that need to change, breaking it all down so I don’t get overwhelmed while still doing things differently. So, I am doing to challenge myself to fulfill my water needs daily for the next fortnight and hopefully it will become a habit.
Do you drink enough water? Do you need to join me in my #DMWchallenge? Any tips for getting my 8 cups a day?
Recently I joined Snapchat and, like all good ‘older’ people, I did so fashionably late after proclaiming it the work of the devil (okay, maybe I didn’t go that far, but I may recall saying it was stupid and pointless).
Despite my insistence that the app was for hoodlums, I eventually made the leap for two reasons – 1) filters and 2) my kids knew alllll about it and, even though they’re not joining them yet, I want to keep on top of any social media they know about.
And, I have to admit, I’ve actually been pleasantly surprised.
I’m loving it as an alternative to messaging to keep in touch with people and as a way to have a few laughs with my kiddos with the fun filters and, guess what? I haven’t even had to send a dick pic!? Nor have I received any. I was under the impression that THAT was all it was! Instead, I’m able to send my hubby silly photos and updates on what the kids are up to and watch my beautiful niece and nephew do normal, everyday things even though they’re far away.
Shopping lists. How I use Snapchat.
I’m pretty addicted to it.
And, I have come to a point in my life where I walk around places, talking to myself in order to share my everyday moments on my story. Like, at the zoo the other day. It’s hard to describe exactly why I’m enjoying it so much, because I realise I’m just talking to my phone essentially and it’s possible that nobody else will see it but somehow, sharing my day-to-day in that way makes me feel less alone and isolated.
It’s particularly awesome when others start snapping their response to my story and I can see that I’m not the only mumma in the midst of a washing pile or struggling with nap time.
My first mundane snapchat story. Where it all began
As I said above, the kids are pretty adept at using it, having been introduced through taking selfies with various aunts and uncles. Both James and I enjoy including them in funny snaps and even Felix is loving it but I still feel nervous about the day they start using things like this themselves.
Thankfully, we’ve still got time before all that happens. Time to chat about and model appropriate behaviour on social media and to hopefully make sure they realise the implications of what they send and post.
My brother and I on his 21st birthday
Do you snapchat?
Come snap me your mundane life – bybecky83
Linking up with Jess for #ibot
I won’t lie, I felt quite relieved with the recent spate of ‘useless blogger’ posts (which were ignited by this post by Veggie Mama). The pressure to be useful has been a real weight for me as I’ve struggled with life stuff of late. I’ve briefly touched on some of those things in the last few posts.
In fact, I’ve just done a quick scroll and seen that every post this year (except for my Mexiball recipe post) has been about how I’m struggling or the horrible things that have been going on. There hasn’t been many, but what there has been hasn’t offered anything to anyone and I’ve been avoiding writing for fear of taking up more space and time with a whole lot of nothing.
Because, the truth is, I have nothing to offer you.
Nothing. At all.
I have just started back on anti-depressants to fight my anxiety and depression and am happy when I’ve simply made it through another day. I’m doing the bare essentials and it is exhausting enough. There is nothing left in the tank for creating interesting and engaging content.
Yet, knowing this, I have recently decided to try and be here more often. To post more. Even if it is about my struggles. Because, while I have nothing to offer you, this space and your visits have a lot to offer me.
Hope. Compassion. A place to be myself. Understanding. A place to feel less alone.
So, I’m going to be selfish and hope you keep coming back to this place where I offer you nothing to uplift me and then, maybe one day I will have something to give back.