Category Archives: Personal Challenges

Zero to Hero – 30 days to a better Blog

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And so the new year begins….

Yesterday’s post, was posted in haste. And thinking back, I daren’t read it again, it was rather negative, despite something totally exciting that happened minutes earlier.
So here is something a little more positive, because when all is said and done, it was a good year, and lots of amazing things happened.

– hubby and I took a weekend away to somewhere we haven’t been, and had a ball.
– I turned 40! and was completely spoilt by hubby and kids, family and friends.
– I made some awesome new friends and found out this is where I belong. I found that something special and I love it.
– my eldest got his first girlfriend (still going strong) and also has his drivers licence.
– I let the inner bikie chick out and am now officially hooked.
– started on an amazing journey through the tangled mess of Market management and made a great friend in the process.
– went from knowing absolutely nothing in my very casual job to knowing quite a bit and being confident in my competence in the process.
– and at the eleventh hour on NYE had an amazing thing happen (which will be revealed all in good time. believe me, I hate not being able to tell, but wait I must, and no I am not pregnant) which is mega exciting to me, maybe not everyone else.
– and most of all, watched my kids grow a little more into mature and responsible (for the most part) people.

This year is going to be big.
My kids turn (in order of birthdays) 15, 10 and 18.
Hubby is progressing in big ways with his work.
My craft will be taking a new turn – I really need to settle on one thing, but I love trying out new things – and taking a step up.
And because my hubby is so awesome, I am doing something amazing!!

Have a great new year, may all your dreams come true – if not, I hope you can work your way closer to them – and keep close to those that make you feel good.
Jen 🙂

Embrace the new, and kick out the old,
Follow the path, for it leads in many directions,
choose your destination, the sky is the limit.

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And so another year finishes…

To put it bluntly, this year has been shit for so many people, I for one am happy it has come to a close and we are ready to turn a new leaf, wake to a new day, a new year and be able to start again.
For some people, they will literally be starting from scratch, just them and their kids. For others, making better decisions, or not making the same ones will be a priority.
The main lesson (for those without personal death and heartache) is that we learn from these mistakes, and figure out how to move forward. Making mistakes is the best way to learn. You know what doesn’t work, and hopefully there will be some fun along the way.

No doubt when I wake tomorrow, WordPress will have their annual stats for our pages out so we can see just how well we did this year. I’m interested in the total figures as compared to last year. I write because I like it, not to get any great message across, or to entertain (that is a bonus) or because I am a budding writer, artist etc. I love it every time I get that notification to say someone has liked, commented or followed. And yet I don’t worry about my most loved pages, posts or whatever else might rank up there. And despite all this, I will be making more of an effort to do better with what I do do. Take better photos, write better posts, make better, funkier more interesting beaded pieces.

According to Facebook, which showed me a highlight of my year, several things stuck out. Not only our trip to Canberra and my fortieth. But family pictures and comments, and that motor bike. The important things. What else is there when you have kids and they ‘excitement’ they bring. Plenty of good times yes, but there was alot of hard times that made me want to curl up in a ball and hide from the world. Soemtimes this is how it goes, it’s how we move forward and grow that shows our true spirit and strength.

This Next year I have several goals. Nothing huge, or life changing.
Nooo! Did I really say that. That is a lie.
If it adds to my life even in some minute way, it is huge, and life changing to my family and me.
There is some big news to be announced. Lots of small exciting happenings. And of course, more kid ‘fun’
Tomorrow is a new day, a new year and I plan to wake and celebrate (with a coffee).
Embrace the unknown.

What’s on your board for the new year?

Have a great NYE and wishing all my followers/likers/commenters, my new friends! a fantastic new year 🙂
Jennifer

Ps. This was completely different to the post I had written in my head, but this is what felt right, right now, so here it is.

Sunday Short Story – The Cat

This week’s story brought to you by the photo below from AC Flory (check out her blog here).
This one took on a life of it’s own, I’m sorry, your cat turned nasty. This is not an indication of my preference for dogs. It’s all in the eyes here.
I’m not sure if writing in first person worked, as it changed to third person at the end.. let me know please.
Enjoy.

pippi and the pool

I lay by the pool, the air warm against my skin, even though the sun was hidden by the storm clouds brewing. It was hard to breathe, the humidity filled your mouth with a heaviness rather than the welcome coolness of the post rain air. I looked up as movement caught my eye and was surprised to see the cat outside. It never came out. Especially on days like this. It was like a girl with frizzy hair. It’s fur just went mad, and it ran around like a lunatic.
Reaching for my drink and forgetting the cats weirdness I continued reading my book. I was at just the right placed and hoped I could finish it before the rain came and I had to move. The cat meowed, a strange noise, and I glanced in its direction then back at my book. What!? I looked again, it’s eyes were glowing and staring intently at me. Creepy, I thought, and turned around in the chair. More meowing, and then the scratching.. Stupid cat, what’s it doing now. And why is it sitting next to the pool. Cats hate the water, this one more than the usual furball.
Ok, I’m not a cat lover, they just rub me up the wrong way. As if they know something. This one though, seems to love me more than the average cat. Obsessively so. Ever since I moved in with my crazy aunt the cat has not left my side. I avoid it where possible, but am ever aware it is just there.
Half an hour passes before the weirdest thing happens. The sky goes from storm looking to absolute black, nasty clouds, but it was still light and daytime. Big fat raindrops went plink and plonk onto the deck and soaked my book in no time at all. Hearing a sudden roar I looked up to see some kind of whirlwind cloud above the house, and the creepy shadow of a person on the roof. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out, it was like I was in a dream, stuck, knowing something bad was going to happen, but powerless to do anything. Turning, I see the cat had risen on its hind legs and it’s face had become some kind of devil creature, hissing and spitting. As if it senses me looking, it turns and slowly advances towards me. Knowing I shouldn’t, but unable to change direction, I walk backwards, not taking my eyes off the creature. That is no longer a cat. A noise, strange howling, from the house halts it’s progression, but I am powerless to move, despite having the perfect the opportunity. Just as quickly, the noise stops and the I am again faced with the hideousness in front of me.
I stumble backwards as it pounces, like I’m a mouse or something it wants to eat (really? This is now I die, being eaten by some hideous cat-like creature) and there is is one thing on my mind as I sink under the water for the last time……

“Muuuuuuuuummmm” the scream makes me jump, and I realise I’ve fallen asleep, my book on the ground where I dropped it.
I look around, the sun is still shining, a few clouds making shadows on the pool, and the biggest one, my son standing over me with a puzzled look on his face. “Are you having nightmares again mum?”
“It’s day time, they’re day mares” I mumble as I shake my head to try and rid it of the heavy feeling still lurking there. “And what did you want, is your sister smashing your Lego again. What’s behind your back, what are you hiding?”
“Oh, nothing, let’s go for a swim, and Lily is sleeping, no need to worry about her”
I stand, and stretch, and realise I am somewhat sunburnt, shit, that’s going to hurt tomorrow. As I turn to take a dive into the pool I notice several things at once. My son has this strange look on his face, our cat has wandered outside and is siting right on the edge of the pool, and Lily, at 2 years old is standing inside the locked pool fence, watching. I take a step forward and there is a flurry of movement, the cat, my kids and something connects with my head. The last thing I see as I sink beneath the water are the shadowy ghost like creatures above me

The police found my body two days later. It was in all the papers. “Single lady, drowned in her pool under mysterious circumstances, with an unusual wound on her head. Another victim of the house it seems. Her cat was nowhere to be found, but there was evidence of children’s clothes and toys through out out the house despite none having lived there for 60+ years, when the trouble first began”

Jen.

I will make these adjustments to the original post (The Snow) but the picture for that one came from The Professor, over here.

Writing challenges

I like writing. For the most part it is enjoyable. I am not a writer. I don’t want to publish a book, or be published anywhere really but my blog.
Wordpress have their writing challenges sure, but the topics all seems so bland to, I get nothing from them. I am a visual person. Give me a picture and my mind will start forming a story, a scenario. I have plenty of photos, from way way back to the present, but they already have their stories. I want new ones. New pictures, new stories.

I would like to do a Sunday short story post, with the idea that you send me a picture – within reason – and I will write a short story. Something to keep the creative juices flowing.
If anyone wants to help send me an email, you’ll find it on the About page.

Have a great day 🙂
Jen.

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