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Well.

I wasn’t quite sure what to do with the Daily Prompt – “second thoughts” – today. I made a conscious decision years ago to just not do regret, so I rarely have second thoughts about anything much anymore.

I can’t change the past, I can only control what I do with the consequences that arise from it. Holding grudges or getting lost in regret is the biggest waste of energy – energy that I simply cannot afford to spare.

So I let go of things and move on, and work out what to do about how things are now instead.

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But then I caught up with the US Election.

Now all I can think is:

I’m sorry, America. It’s not me, it’s you.

I try to keep divisive issues like politics out of my blog, but dayum I am in shock right now. I mean, really? The GOP speaks for you that much right now?

*shakes head*

The older I get, the more of a “bleeding heart liberal” I become. I truly do not understand how anyone in the First World can buy into the culture of fear and selfishness that conservative parties love to sell right now.

Honestly, we never had it so good.

So at the moment, I’m having second thoughts about engaging with the world at large at all. Conservative, exploitative, anti-intellectual, anti-science thought is sweeping through so many cultures right now, adding to the pain and suffering of vulnerable people everywhere, and it just…

I don’t understand.

Just do me a favour. Spend the next few days smiling at strangers; sharing a hug with someone you care about; losing yourself in music; getting absorbed in a moment of wonder at the amazing beauty that surrounds you – if you care to look for it.

Hope costs you nothing. Generosity simply adds to the joy in the world, in whichever small way you can spare it. The more love you give, the bigger and more abundant your heart becomes.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a family to embrace. Good luck with your choice, America. I hope you don’t end up regretting it.

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Starlight, Starbright

I wish I had the equipment (and skills!) to take a good shot of the sky out here! During the day it is a vast ocean of blue with storm clouds racing across it. My parents’ house sits partway up a big hill so you can look out across the village and rolling fields to mountains in the distance. During tumultuous weather you can watch the approaching storm advance towards you (or just rumble ineffectually in the distance) while all the birds madly dash for cover.

But at night it is simply spectacular. This evening is crystal clear and the stars are eye-poppingly bright. I could see the distinct kite of the Pleiades and the smudges of the large and small Magellanic Clouds on my walk to the motel we’re staying at. The major stars in Orion were outright twinkling at me and all the faint stars around it were clear as clear can be. It makes my soul do a happy shiver looking up at a night sky like that! The biggest downside to living in Sydney for me is the light pollution at night.

Now I’m waiting for all the kids to fall asleep properly so I can plant their stockings from “Santa” (whose handwriting looks surprisingly like my own):

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I can’t wait to see their faces in the morning!! Christmas really is way more fun with kids around. The tree is covered with awkwardly draped tinsel and handmade ornaments, including this little corker assembled by my two year old:

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Gingerbread man literally can’t even…

I can though! Bring on the morning, with bowls of fruit and champagne breakfast and mounds of new toys and outfits and activities to play with together.

I love Christmas so much. Can you tell?

Daily(ish) Gratitude 16/12/14

Today I am grateful for:

1. The voices of love, solidarity and reason within the maelstrom of shit around the Sydney siege (mostly glaring at you for that, Murdoch).

2. My oldest daughter’s wise, gentle and caring Kindergarten teacher who we say goodbye to at the last day of school for the year tomorrow. Thankfully she is not averse to former students dropping by for a hug every now and then (although sadly I think she might be weirded out if I tried it…).

3. Night time chats with my eldest before bed. I don’t do that enough anymore. This must be remedied.

Muddy Puddles After the Storm

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Ever have those moments where the universe bludgeons you over the head with symbolism? Where you’re left saying “Yeah OK, I get it. Sheesh!” but are secretly grateful for the boot up the bum to remind you of what you already knew?

Yeah, I had one of those yesterday.

It had been a hellishly hot and humid day, where we didn’t so much walk home from school as swim through the haze. Once home we stripped down and flopped in front of fans, too listless to do anything beyond eat iceblocks and watch a movie.

A thunderstorm was forecast and sure enough the sky got darker and darker, taking on a slightly green tinge. I gratefully opened up the house to let the wild winds gust through and blow away the stored heat until – finally! – fat raindrops started to fall. The girls and I rushed out to the front porch to watch the lightning and dash about in the rain for a bit before the thunder became too scary for my little miss and we went back inside for dinner.

It was still light when the storm passed so we got our gumboots on to go splash in the massive puddles out on the sidewalk. Now I enjoy a good splash as much as the next person but the sheer exuberance with which my girls assaulted that puddle just took my breath away. Every scattered drop was delightful, every damp leaf fascinating, every run and jump a new opportunity to make an even bigger splash.

I joined in for a little while but eventually just stood back to soak up their energy and bask in their happiness. We live right near a train station so every now and then my oldest would say “Stop! Someone’s coming,” and shoo her little sister off to the side while people walked past. Every single passerby lit up to see these two excited, wet, muddy girls in gumboots. They saw the same thing I did.

Joy. Pure, unmediated, unadulterated joy.

Un-adult-erated.

Kids – and especially little kids – really do make the best teachers. Instinctively we know the lessons they teach us, but our stupid grown-up brains need the constant reminders.

Seize the moment. Truly live in and enjoy it while it lasts.

Storms can be scary, so don’t be afraid to cuddle someone who helps you feel safe and seek shelter and sustenance until it passes.

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Once the skies start clearing, look for the nearest puddle and throw yourself at it with gleeful abandon. Jump again and again and push yourself further for even bigger and better results.

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Joy shared is joy doubled. The more people you share your joy with the bigger it gets.

Falls happen. You can choose to be upset or show your muddy bottom to your friends and share an extra laugh. Clothes can be washed (or replaced!) and faces wiped, after all.

And boots filled with water can be an annoyance or an opportunity for giggling over squelchy sounds and pouring games.

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Silver linings are pretty and all, but muddy puddles are more FUN! Always look for the fun.

Daily Gratitude

Today I am grateful for:

1. Living in a safe, friendly community, where I can give my kids free rein in public spaces knowing that others will look out for their safety too.

2. My husband cooking some fabulous roast beef for dinner this evening while I relaxed with the kids.

3. Gorgeous sunsets (technically this was from yesterday but I skipped a day so am including it here now).

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What are you grateful for today?

Dear Dream Reader: I got your back, soldier!

It’s quite late here as I write this so I’m not feeling particularly creative about today’s Blogging 101 task. I was going to try to subtly weave the suggested questions into a grand masterpiece of blogging glory, but instead I’ll just bluntly ask:

Who is my dream reader?

Truthfully? Myself, in another’s body.

Here’s the thing: There are 7 billion-odd people on this planet right now. It is pure folly to believe we’re all each special, unique little flowers, completely different to everybody else out there. It’s just not possible – and not healthy. For sure, nobody else has my exact DNA or exact system of neuronal connections. Nobody has my exact tone of voice in combination with my exact differing leg length and exact shade of blue in their eyes.

But there are plenty of other people out there that are similar enough to “get” me. Plenty who will go “Oh, SNAP!” when I describe how I go into freeze mode when I have too much to do or when my perfectionism sabotages all my efforts at creating order from the chaos. Plenty who make the same parenting choices as me when their little ones throw them a curve ball or make the same financial choices when things are tight but that brownie and chai craving just won’t quit. Plenty who can totally relate when I sit up well past any logical bedtime mindlessly playing puzzle games with my eyes practically falling out of my head despite knowing full well how ridiculous I’m being.

So I guess my dream reader, the sort of person I’d most like to connect to with this blog, is one of the many, many kinda-like-Meg people out there whose ideas and feelings happen to resonate with what I’m going through right now. Preferably someone who might feel like a bit of a lonely weirdo failure adrift in a sea of people who seem to have their shit together (Spoiler: they don’t!). Someone whose day will be brightened by knowing they are not alone.

Come be a weirdo failure with me instead, because I totally and utterly “get” you.

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