Friday, 19 September 2014

Friday // Link Love

Establishing shots from a recent shoot. Can't wait to share the rest of the images with you.

It's Friday again. How does this keep happening? Every week I'm left baffled at how fast the days roll by and how next week is the last full week of September. Can I get a 'say whaaaat!?'

I'm not sure if you've noticed but I've been a little lost for words lately. Things have been shifting in my life and even though they are exciting changes, they are also overwhelming and I am taking time to rest and let myself smoothly transition into these new chapters.

So for all the words I couldn't say this week but wanted to, here are those who spoke for me:
On Anxiety
  • I'm not pregnant, but Jodi's article soothed me greatly. I'm putting Yoga on my to-try list. 
  • When You Say NO To Others, You Say YES To Yourself! A great lesson to learn.
  • Bethany talks about slowing down. Great tips.
  • Fear & Creativity - Kenzie talks about how to deal with that battle
On Relationships
  • Seth Rogen on marriage -- "With me and my wife, the easiest part of my life is my marriage. Like if everything was as smooth and easy and fun as my relationship with my wife then I would have a much easier time getting through the day. We really get along and we like the same stuff."
  • Shannon's description of her love with Joerg, reminds me of the words I wish I could use to describe my love with Stephen.
On Success and Self-Worth
  • While I don't plan on living my 20s exactly like this, there are some great pieces of advice in here. I wonder what my future self is going to tell my present self one day.
  • God is so good. He really is, but I forget to seek Him in my everyday. This article was a great reminder for me. 
  • Jo is always a great source of advice!
  • and here she is again!
  • 14 steps to improve your photography.
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And just because
  • This made me chuckle. 
  • No matter how many tutorials I read or watch, I'll never get this right.
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"The show doesn’t go on because it’s ready; it goes on because it’s 11:30...What I learned about bombing as a writer at Saturday Night is that you can’t be too worried about your "permanent record." Yes, you’re going to write some sketches that you love and are proud of forever—your golden nuggets. But you’re also going to write some real shit nuggets. And unfortunately, sometimes the shit nuggets will make it onto the air. You can’t worry about it. As long as you know the difference, you can go back to panning for gold on Monday." --- Tina Fey

Wednesday, 17 September 2014

Word.

“A career is wonderful, but you can't curl up with it on a cold night” 
― Marilyn Monroe
Marilyn, you speak the truth.

Now come tuck me in and read me a bed time story while I daydream of good friends, warm memories and tight hugs from my man.

Monday, 15 September 2014

Looking

I've missed this little space of mine. It's only been five days since I last spoke to you but missing my Friday post seemed to throw me off. In ways I'm glad I missed it because if I started typing through the hectic roller coaster my mind was going through, nothing would have made sense and nothing would have seemed right on here. 

But now I feel the need the write, and the urge to share.

I've been staring out through glass a lot these past few days but the strange thing is I've only just discovered what I've been looking through. When I first started my pondering and my dreaming, I thought I was staring through a glass wall, out into a world far better than my own. I would look out and see success, and family and love and comfort and all the things I ever wanted but I knew I couldn't ever get there; I can't walk through walls after all.

But I'm starting to see something. I'm realising these walls I've been looking through earnestly, aren't actually walls at all; they're windows. The glass can indeed open up and I can indeed reach out to my dreams and my goals, if only I had the courage to do so.

And that's the funny thing. Sometimes I feel I don't have the confidence to jump through the window. Sometimes I feel I have known all along that pushing the little knob on the glass would open up new opportunities and dreams, but the idea frightened me and instead I hid in my cosy corner of denial.

I'm not sure how long it's going to take to be able to make that jump through the glass opening in the wall. I may never take that leap, I may take it this afternoon and jump straight back into my cosy room or I may need some help to push me through. Despite how long it takes however, at least I now know that the outside world I once looked out upon and dreamed of isn't unattainable after all.

It's right there, waiting for me.

Wednesday, 10 September 2014

Snip Snip

Growing up, I had a fear of cutting my hair. After sporting a rather boyish pixie cut in primary school, I realised my hair became a part of my image as a person. In highschool it only became worse. My hair became a symbol of my femininity and there was no way I was going to let that go.  

I've grown up a lot since then and I've realised my value as a woman doesn't come from my hair or even the large collection of floral dresses I own. My hair, once cut, will indeed grow back and even if it takes a year to do so, that's okay.

I think confidence is key to a good hair cut. It's not solely about the style or shape or colour, if you feel confident in your new 'do' and can rock it out, who is going to question whether it looks good or not. Heck, I think confidence is the key to good looks in general.

So last week, I made a little leap of faith with my hair. I told my hairdresser "I'm feeling radical today, let's chop it all off". With the first snip of the scissors, I felt a weight taken off my shoulders (and not just literally). It felt good knowing it didn't matter if this new hair cut turned out horribly, it only mattered that I felt good about it.

And I did.

I'm slowly getting used to my new hair. Sometimes I wake up and question whether I look more like a 30 year old mum or a 5 year old girl, but despite that, I'm content. Perhaps I will go shorter next time....maybe.

How does your hair make you feel?

Monday, 8 September 2014

The morning sun


This morning felt like a dream.

The sun streamed through my window earlier than usual and my room slowly grew brighter with each minute that went by. I didn't need my alarm this morning, the sun was enough to wake me. It's warmth swam over me and for a moment I thought it was summer.

For the first time in the last few months, I didn't have to turn on the heater as soon as I jumped out of the shower. For the first time in a while, I slipped on a dress that didn't have any sleeves. If it weren't for my horribly unshaven legs, I wouldn't have worn stockings either.

Summer is coming. I can feel it.

This past weekend was spent doing a whole lot of nothing. Afternoon naps, blog reading and DVD watching were everywhere to be found and Stephen and I didn't care one bit. I'm realising I don't have to be doing something exciting every minute of my life. Sometimes just sitting and resting is all I ever need in a particular moment.

With a busy week ahead of me, I am grateful I spent my weekend relaxing. I am grateful for having the opportunity to sleep in and lounge around in pants that have way too many holes in them and socks that can barely be considered socks. I am grateful for the morning sun that awoke me this morning. It was a good start, to a hopefully good week.

How did you spend your weekend?