from strange places

 

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This morning didn’t start with a sweaty run or a burning weight session. This morning was a little rushed and my head a little crazy. I managed to park, albeit illegally, fairly close to my cafe and run through the rain to the comfort and the warmth of inside, smiling at a few other regulars before joining the queue. 

Nothing had yet inspired me and I wasn’t very present, drifting off into my imagination as I stood waiting. On cooler days, I seek warmth from the coffee machine and wait in the little nook close by. 

All of a sudden, the barista slammed out three strong, confident and loud bangs. A rhythmic flick of the wrist, without thought, I’m sure, as he cleaned the used, ground beans from the filter handle. Thud. Thud. Thud. I felt them through the floor. They went right through me and shook me from my fog.

Those three beats inspired me. They injected something into my day. It’s difficult to describe, really. There was such a confidence, power and control to them and I chose to take that away with me. Perfect, piping hot coffee in hand, I left in a very different way to how I entered. 

Peace and deep, strong and commanding beats. 

E. 😉 x

Oh, hey // An update

A I type. :)

I’d love to share with you some of the bits and pieces currently rocking my world. Do you ever notice that particular things just keep popping up in waves? I guess they’re just described as fazes or a current focus. I’m always so interested to know what these are for other people, to know what’s happening in their little pocket of the world.

So, in no particular order…

Something new:

The gym and exercise in general. This has been a big part of my life recently. It really came about a couple of days after separating from my partner. I had a chat to myself, you know, as one does. It was the chat where I discussed the two options for how to handle the split. The first was to drink lots, go dancing, sleep around a little. Seemed like a pretty fun idea. The second was to join the gym and really commit to finally achieving the goal that I always wanted to reach and to do it for me. I chose option two. I went immediately after work that day and joined up, returning half an hour later, spandex clad and full of motivation. I haven’t looked back.

I try to get to the gym four times a week. I do back to back classes on a Thursday night and if I haven’t been out on a Friday night, I’ll also go to the class early Saturday morning (I didn’t say I wasn’t going to do any of option one). The other visits are ‘free’ workouts, set by me. I am currently up to running 3.5km in just under twenty minutes. This is how I start every session. It puts me in the right mood and really gets me going. When I started running in the gym, I struggled to make 2km. I’m proud of my progress here and have decided to enter the City to Surf in August. I have run it once before and finished in 1 hour 45 mins. I am hoping to smash that this time, though. I have more focus when I have a goal and I love the atmosphere of the race.

After my run, I generally move to the weights section where I nudge out a scantily clad muscle man, busy looking at himself, to do my reps. This week I have added more weight to all of the machines and I managed to get through the reps without too many ridiculous faces or strange noises. Go me. From weights I move to some ab or leg exercises followed by a twenty minute workout on the cross trainer.

On exit, I closely resemble a very satisfied lobster, wobbling toward a Pulsar. 🙂

I get so much out of these visits, I truly do. When I’m running, I feel empowered. When I pull down that particularly heavy weight and don’t loose control of it as it lowers, I feel so strong. When I manage the last round of sit ups, something I was unable to do six weeks ago, I feel determined. When I walk away from the gym, I feel like I can achieve anything.

Reading;

I am currently reading Mrs Hemingway by Naomi Wood. Truth be told, I’m not a big reader of fiction but I’m determined to see this one through. I’m only a few pages in but feel like there is promise and I will definitely keep you updated on my progress. I also bought a crime fiction that came highly recommended. That is a genre I have never entered into before. Maybe that’s my ticket back into the wonderful world of fiction. Sometimes you really have to go somewhere new to find what you’re looking for, don’t you? The last time I got truly lost in fiction was when Harry Potter was released. I was absolutely head over heels for Oliver Wood and was quite convinced I would receive my letter of admission to Hogwarts at any time. The magic of books, right?

There are still my staple reads, though, that continue to inspire, motivate and open my eyes to so many wonders. They are, the amazing Australian magazines Peppermint, Frankie and Yen. I pour myself onto the pages every edition. I have an affair with each issue and devour it whole. The visual inspiration these magazines provide is profound for me. They each take a different angle on the topics they cover and each appeal to a different side of my personality. I have been really interested in fashion recently and have drawn on past and present issues of all for some serious inspiration.

Also, I must confess that the book currently in my handbag is Australian Natives Plants of the Blue Mountains. That’s right. What of it?

Eating and drinking;

I did a two and a half day juice cleanse that finished this morning. ‘Two and a half days? What a strange length of time!’ I hear you ponder. Well, you’d be right. It was a three day cleanse. Then I just needed to eat. I’m not sure if it was a lack of mental strength, a dizzy feeling or my sheer love and passion for things edible that broke me. Whatever it was, it was strong! I did really enjoy the juicing process and the taste but found it difficult to keep up with work, gym, child, TAFE and not drink coffee. Ha! I missed my coffee so badly. I was in denial about how much I loved it until then. I nearly made out with my coffee cup this morning. Ridiculous…ly good!

So, other than exotic juice blends I have been chowing down on Soul Bowls. It’s a little name I like to give to the ‘chuck everything in’ bowl situation that so often happens in my house. Soul Bowl sounds so much more ‘hip’, don’t you agree? I’m all into the hips. A typical SB contains wholegrain cous cous, tofu, capsicum, avocado, Spanish onion, olives, cashews and anything else I have left over from other culinary endeavours. I hate food wastage and this is a great way to make the most of every little bit of every little thing. Soul Bowls also look amazing as they’re so colourful and flavour- packed. I am often on the receiving end of envious stares from colleagues and peers, especially when they’re staring down at a reheated bowl of a non-descript brown muck that came from a box. It always strikes me as odd, that as the vegan, I always get quizzed on where all my nutrition and vitamins come from. Look at my plate, people.

Other regulars include homemade sushi and I have been on a huge curry kick recently. Homemade, mainly and full of tofu, bok choy, bamboo shoots, capsicum, carrot and zucchini. I’m drooling on the keys as I think of this dish and type at the same time.

I have been trying to curb my enthusiasm for sweets but I have recently made some rather healthy cookies for OB that I really enjoyed, too. Super dark chocolate often nips my cravings in the bud. I just take a couple of squares and I’m satisfied. Quality over quantity.

Listening to:

Two albums on high rotation at the moment are the Artics Monkeys’ ‘AM’ record and Broken Bells ‘After the Disco’. I’ve been getting into heavier music a little more recently thanks to a friend who knows his shit. Something I love now, is the power of music in the gym. I listen to the Queens of the Stone Age on the treadmill and I nearly run off the thing. Music has this transformative power and I don’t think I’ve ever been so aware or appreciative of that than at this point in my life, in this transition and readjustment.

I have made a conscious decision to see more local and live music this year. I just love the feeling of finding a new band through a live performance. I’ve been lucky enough to catch some great local talent recently and have a few more outings planned in the near future.

Music is just so important to me right now. It’s my constant companion, sometimes my only way of communicating what I feel, my dance partner and my (sometimes rude) pep talk when I’m in a low spot or need motivation to get out of bed. Music, I love you. Don’t ever leave me. Thanks.

These are just a few things in my little bubble. I’ll be back soon with what’s inspiring me (big topic), current style and being organised.

Peace and mind bubbles.

E. x

 

One.

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Sometimes the decisions you have to make are difficult. Really fucking difficult. They hurt people and they leave you numb for a little while. They push you to the brink and make you question everything you have come to call yours. For a little while, they’ll have you believe you’re a bloody idiot. These huge decisions are like letting go of a rope swing, but the free fall is so much longer and you wonder if you’ll ever hit the water.

These big, heartbreaking decisions are either your maker or your breaker. They force you to choose the type of person you want to be all over again, to start from scratch.

So that is what I am doing. I am rebuilding. I have hit the water and possibly even resurfaced, but the swim ahead is long.

This decision has reset my life and changed it’s course dramatically. Day by day I am making choices for me. 

I’m scared, yes. I am also so, so alive right now.

Peace and strength to you.

E.x