A pic I snapped from one of my late arvo walks during the past week (no filter)
Gosh I’ve had my head down and backside up this last week! And when that wasn’t happening I had my backside down and my head looking up! (Amazing weather until yesterday) Yup, it’s been a bit of a strange week. I’ve felt a bit… different.
You see after my last post where I wore my heart on my sleeve for all to see in a very clunky poem that I actually didn’t start out to write as a clunky poem but ended up as a clunky poem (breath), it’s like some weight lifted from my shoulders and so off into the wilderness I strode… well, not really the wilderness… just outside in the yard and garden AND going for a walk most days.
Gasp! And guess what? Something very strange happened yesterday (insert quizzical face here)…
I know! I’ve had friends asking me if they should be worried and everything after I spread the word on Instagram and Facebook. It was as much a total shock to me as it was for them! Mostly I was so astonished because the meal prepping didn’t even hurt?! Who knew?
Why did I feel the need to meal prep? Apart from the obvious reason that an Alien must have invaded my body? Well, dinner offerings have been pretty dismal around here. I’d like to say the out of character feat was born more from the need to nourish those I care about by spending endless blissful hours in the kitchen seasoning everything with love, but truth be told it was born from guilt and slight embarrassment from being such a disorganised slack arse.
Before you tell me not to be so hard on myself, it’s okay – because it’s bloody true. I really bloody hate cooking. I have fads that last for a week, or less, where I’m very conscious of what nutritious offerings I attempt (key word attempt) to place before my loved ones but sadly it doesn’t last. I mean really, I can’t have people looking at me like they don’t know who I am anymore can I? Plus I don’t think Doug’s heart could take the shock of me actually being organised on a regular basis. If I start weekly meal planning for god sake COME QUICK – something will obviously be very, very wrong with me.
Back to the garden; where you can spend hours of your time creating pleasing outcomes that aren’t demolished in five minutes flat so generating another consuming time suck of the after meal kitchen clean up – unless you have a puppy – then there is a possibility you will feel the same way about your gardening efforts being demolished in five minutes flat as I do about my cooking efforts.
So, the moral of today’s story? I don’t think I have one! Only to say thank you for your very kind and encouraging comments and messages you left here and on my social platforms after my last post. You warmed my heart. And by sharing my thoughts more of my weight lifted. I walked a little lighter; lifted my head a little higher; felt my heart a little brighter; made my day a whole lot nicer!
Maybe you need to feel a little lighter too? Seek out a soft place and an honest space to off load. I don’t think you’ll be sorry.
Sandra Xx
A little garden porn for you. I’ve been busy planting this Blue Brachyscome ground cover all around my front fence garden. Come Spring and Summer I hope to have a sea of blue. Yup! Been busy!
Naw I’ve just gone back and read that post, what a lovely read it was.
Sometimes heart on sleeve is just the best therapy. Much love for a fabulous 2017 ahead. Em xx
Hi there Em! I agree – sometimes wearing your heart on your sleeve is completely necessary. Thanks for the well wishes friend. Xx 🙂
Makes me laugh each time I read this. Is the freezer full yet? Have you produced lots of yummy cordon bleu meals that you can whip out any old time just to prove what you have been up to it? Love it!
Tee hee Majella! We all know the meal prepping was never going to last… and it hasn’t! Thanks for stopping by Majelly! Xx 🙂