Pop that balloon!

Do you ever just randomly stop and think about your life, and no matter how good it is or maybe how frazzled you feel, the thought and feeling of not being in control sneaks in. You noticing that your life is not really how you ever thought it would have turned out as a graduating teen dreamer - Pop that balloon!

Sometimes it feels that so much of life is not a choice anymore and some of my ideas from my 20's where foolish dreams. 


Life is a real mix of responsibility, changing stages, unpredictable surprises (the good and the bad), some striving to stay in touch with youthful dreams, settling or forgetting or giving up on dreams, and it's all moving so fast that it can be hard to keep up. - Arrrgg, balloons popping, shrinking, and not being blown up anymore, everywhere!


Truth Moment: Keep blowing up balloons! -  But it's what you fill them with that is the difference.


I am learning that it is important to keep having dreams and forging ahead to make a happy, successful life, but I need to fill my dreams, my life, with the power of choice and live out of those choices. In what life throws at me or how I feel, I choose balloons full of:


- Love
- Happy
- Truthfulness
- Giving
- Friendship
- Peace

No matter what my life turns out to be in the end, no matter how many of my dreams I achieve, the stages I go through, and with those unpredictable, unexpected  curve balls in life I know, going forward and through with my 'balloons', I have lived well, dazzled!


Let's float some balloons: What do you think?  Share with us what  'balloon' of 'choice' you think is important to have in life.
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Spontaneous Rain!

It was just yesterday, that I put on my walking shoes and with the whole family = one husband, Miss 5, and Miss 18mnt old. We went for a walk around the neighbourhood.

It was just on dusk, the air was warm, full of balmy blossom scents, and because we live at the beach, was filled with fresh salt. It was really fun and refreshing just walking around our area. 
But, as we were heading home it began to rain, big splashy rain. Now, we were just a little to far away from home and I knew we were about to get wet. 




Yep, we did. After calming the girls down (lots of reassuring Miss 5 that it's OK to get wet), it was wonderful! It was a spontaneous moment of excitement.


Truth Moment: Sometimes I feel that in life; all the 'busy', responsibilities, and the 'frazzle'... There is no time anymore for spontaneous fun - and these days I don't have the mind space to think up any either.


However, thanks to the sky that night, I had some. It reminded me of how good it felt to feel really alive and it gave joy to my family - I had forgotten (sadly) what 'spontaneous' felt like. 
My girls squealed in delight at getting wet, and my hubby simply smiled at me and held my hand in the rain.
From this yummy taste, I am determined to have more spontaneous moments in my life and really enjoy the opportunity's of 'something a little different' or being caught in a 'unchangeable moment' that can always be fun if you choose it to be.
What do you reckon?


Ok, No matter your age or stage in life, do share your most recent spontaneous moment? - What it was, how you felt, or even share what activities you do with your family to keep the fun!

Washing-Induced Hysteria - Wednesday's 'Real' Read.

Love, love, love this very real snapshot into the life of living with hubby!!!. 

Laugh and enjoy as Naomi shares a moment of her day with us that, let's face it, we all can relate - right from the bottom of our inner talk :).

Whether this is your hubby, house mate, kids, or even yourself check it:

What my husband likes

• Coke, cycling and sci-fi
• Playing with the kids
• Stripping off in random locations around the house, leaving his clothes in an inside out puddle.
• And flinging dirty socks from the bedroom into the hallway. (Where he will no longer be aware of their presence, no matter how many times he walks past them.)

Me?  I have been known to occasionally seethe at the mere sight of his strewn dirty clothes. The energy that courses through my body and the thoughts that charge my through my head is impressive.

He?  Doesn’t seem to appreciate my passion for the topic of dirty clothes in the hallway.

One day

I picked up the pile with an almighty sigh and stomped self-righteously to the laundry.
Sweetly, I brought the issue to his attention.
He blinked and stared and nodded, surprisingly unmoved.
And then...
Everything unravelled............................

Really?

All this tension and drama and fuss over some stray laundry?
When did I become this worked-up banshee of a wife?
You know, I figured, maybe I could just pick up his clothes and not even think about it. Be grateful that he has clothes (!) and I have a husband and a hallway to put him in. Ahh, the clothes in.
Maybe, for the rest of our married life, he’ll be a clothes flinger, a random stripper leaving trails of laundry in his wake.
And I? I think, for him, I can pick them up, walk 20m, put them in the laundry and be thankful for a husband who rocks and a home that exudes an ethereal sense of calm and tranquillity :)
Now, my head hurts less and my husband looks hotter in general when I see him.

#how I used inner self talk to farewell washing-induced hysteria.

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Naomi: Girl. 30 (!) Loves all things inky: reading and writing and especially the goodness that is YA. I live @ Coffs Harbour, Australia.

Share with us below what 'housework' moments can get the better of you???