Call yourself a writer, hey?

Can you call yourself a writer when you haven’t written for four months?

I swear I think of blog posts every morning I do, I really, really do. I wake up at 6am, make my coffee, wander out to my porch and watch the sun rise. This has been my daily ritual since we moved to the country. My porch has the perfect position for watching the sun creeping up over the horizon as is shines a gorgeous glow of pink in the sky.

But what to write, hey?

When there are so many things to say but opening the blog and going to the back end to start a “new” post has felt hard. And when things feel hard these days, I don’t do them. Simple.

I’ve been on Facey, and on Insty giving snippets of my days and experiences. Popping a picture up with limited words feels less vulnerable than letting it all bare here.

Life is good though. It’s been six months since we moved from the big smoke. I don’t miss it at all. The other week, we trundled down to Adelaide for a day in day out type of visit; we spent two hours in Adelaide and headed back home. It had been the first time for me, which I had gone back to a main city. To be honest, I didn’t get the groove. I am through and through a country gal {bred and raised in the city}. Give me long roads, with red earth as far as you can see, 100km road signs and space. It felt good to come home.

Adelaide was way down there....

I’ve learnt so many things about myself, my character, my tolerances, and my non-negotiable. I’ve grown up a lot in these last 6 months.

Stop and smell the roses used to be just a saying to me but now I live it. I breathe it.

You do not need a lot to be happy. I swear it’s true. Laughter is the absolute best medicine for the soul.

So are sunsets. And guys, I have found the most magnificent space to see the most beautiful ones. And all I have to do is walk out to my front gate, wander 20 metres down my driveway, feel the breeze on my face and watch the most glorious ones. Purple, deep pinks and crimson reds.

They are one of my favourite things.

Oh, and I got a new hairy. Chopped off the mermaid locks. It feels light and healthy now. Does your hair ever look as good as when you walk out of the hairdressers? Yeah, nah :)

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