Gettin it DONE!

I’m a busy person. I always have been.

I could tell you that after having cancer I became all philosophical about life – it’s possibilities and un quenchable desire to go out there and give it my all, that tends to follow such life altering experiences. Yet I would be lying. Not completely, don’t get me wrong. An experience like that rarely leaves one without and somewhat different view of the world. Though it wasn’t the bottom kicking excuse I needed to have a ‘Go get em’ attitude, it was merely just another reason.

I get asked a lot ‘How do I do it?’.

To be honest, I’m not entirely sure what people mean sometimes when they ask it, because truthfully, I never really feel like I have my shit together!

It goes to show that the perceived you, the real you, and the ego are all very different, yet unnervingly intertwined and evolving personas.

‘How do you find the time?’, I get asked.

I’ll tell you a little secret… come closer…. I’ll fill you in on something you may never have realised….

I have 24 hours in a day and 7 days in a week. The same as you. So maybe instead of asking me how do I find the time… turn to yourself and ask yourself this…

‘am I worth the time?’

There is nothing grand to my life, I have no magical spell to help you along the way, the difference, I suppose, when I reflect on this question. Is that I make the time.

That may seem easier said than done, but the thing is, you have to really want anything in life in order to justify it to yourself to be worth your time.

I’m also not fearful to give something a go. I mean, what’s the point? So maybe I’ll suck, but hey, maybe I wont!

I remember sitting in my car once with my husband, talking about something I was going to try that week, honestly I can’t for the life of me remember what it was, but he turned to me and said very proudly.

‘that’s one thing I love the most about you, you’ll try anything, you don’t give a fuck’.

And if I’m honest, that’s the attitude you need to have. You can NOT afford to give your time to someone else thoughts! YOUR life won’t wait for your ego to catch up! It’s now or it’s never.

One of my oldest friends caught up with me the other day after she went to a Tony Robbins seminar (google him if you have never heard of him) – his words to her (to everyone) was;

“surround yourself with doers and motivated people”

So she called me, and we caught up and had a big ole chat about her life, her plans and my reason for just ‘getting it done’.  He is right, obviously. There are people out there who will try to disenchant and disable your ability, to undersell your abilities to you and cut you off as you grow. These are not ‘YOUR’ people. These are not conducive to a life that is ‘gettin it done’. So find those people, make it happen, support other people who seek your love and spirit. Don’t ever feel unworthy of someone’s warmth and spirit in return.

You are in complete control of your choices. So make the choice, everyday, don’t look back and ‘get it done’. I do, everyday.

Lets begin again.

Im a mumma. For the longest time (going on 8 years now) i have struggled to understand what that meant for me. Im sure most women do.

Mothering is a many wonderful clichés, gifted to you in a most fashionable guise. Prettied up with all the trimmings - instagram worthy of course. But mothering, real honest to goodness mothering is back breaking stuff. Its not pretty, but it is real, and therin lies the beauty.

Mothering to me is a many splendid and aching things.  Its wet towels on tiled floors (again), its giggles from the bath tub. Its schoolbags chucked down at the entry, its conquering his home reader. Its their punch ups over whos turns first, its my eldest teaching my 6year old how to play footy. Its waking up for midnight feeds - its watching them squeal in delight when she crawled for the first time.

I guess im learning, that mothering is an ocean of existence. I am humbled by its magnificent greatness as it pours out from me, surrounding me. I'm realising that this mothering thing, there are no answers - only being. Only existing within its folds. Feeling the waves crash and tumble around me.

What is most important though, and i am only now beginning to realise this. Is we are already lost within its embrace. It takes hold and all is lost to it. Mothering is as much a state of being as it is in the things we do. We are forever changed, forever richer for having been granted the privilege that it is to be a mum. We just dont always realise it.