Taking Risks

So I’ve recently decided that life is too short to not live fully, to not do what you’ve always wanted to do, to start ticking off that bucket list, to love Mondays and to take risks.

I am not a natural risk taker.

I am safe.

I stand back from the edge.

I follow the rules.

I do what is expected of me.

Well, not anymore.

For too long now I have been living for other people. Don’t get me wrong, it’s worked out pretty well, I have a great job, house, marriage, holidays, friends… but I know I am capable of far greater things.

For too long now I have stuck to what I know because it’s fine and it works.

I have so many creative ventures buzzing around my brain and I am desperate to fulfill them. They are over flowing and I can’t keep them under wraps any longer.


I’m leaving my teaching career this summer.

I’m starting my own company.

I’m pursuing foster care.

I’m pursuing design.

I’m pursuing art.

I’m pursuing travel.

I’m pursuing film making.

I’m pursuing photography.

I’m pursuing charity work.

I’m dying my hair crazy colours.

I’m taking risks.

I’m stepping out to the edge.

I’m making mistakes.

I’m working it out as I go.

I’m following my gut.

I am so excited.

My dream job that combines all of these does not exist, I have to create it.

I am terrified.

I am scared what people will think, say, not say, do… but that’s all part of it. I need to try not to let that sway me anymore.

What is your dream?

What would make you look forward to Monday?

Seven months

It has been seven months.

I think about him more and more these days.

I have come to realise that he is not coming back to us. 

This breaks my heart.

I have been in complete denial, to the point that earlier in the week I saw a Facebook post about their Dad’s passing and I genuinely thought “oh no, it must feel so awful to loose your Dad”. 

Silly me.

I know it is awful.

It’s just not the stab wound I was anticipating…. not for me anyway, more of a long term injury. Gradually the pain is seeping in and will not heal.

I genuinely think about him everyday. 

Oh the things I would tell him if I could, so much is happening. 

Today I feel sad. I haven’t had a sad day in months. I’ve been far too busy to be sad. It’s strange and doesn’t make sense, I know. But it is as I feel it.

I hope you have a productive Saturday 

If I die before I’m 50

My brother recently told me that if he dies when Dad did, that he is currently middle age. He’s 23. He assured me it’s not a morbid thought, but actually quite thrilling.

I think he’s on to something.

Who said 45 was middle age? As if the majority of the population will live to see their ninetyth birthday. It’s ridiculous and not realistic.

If you live like you’ve got less days in front of you than you have behind you, how would you live differently?

How would you spend your time?

How would you measure your success in life?

Have you started your bucket list yet? Or are you saving that for your retirement, that you may never see.

I agree with my wise brother.

This isn’t morbid.

It’s exciting.

It’s thrilling.

It’s ‘go getting’

It’s the orange juice of life.

I wonder how you’ll live the rest of your days?

Counting it down? Or living it up?

Thanks Living

So it’s Thanks Giving tomorrow. A holiday celebrated in the US with questionable beginnings, however the centiment is a nice one.

“Think about all the little things you are thankful for”

I’ve been thinking… (uh oh)

What if it wasn’t called thanks giving but “Thanks Living”?

Not just a day that Americans celebrate with turkey, family and the beginnings of Christmas decorations, but a life style of giving thanks.

By living with daily gratitude for the little things, maybe we could all be a little happier?

We will be thanked when others notice our hard work and we will enjoy praising others for their support too.

It’s a life style choice.

I’m in.

Are you?

Happy Thanks Living everyone!


The Race.

Imagine life is a race. 

We all have our own lane, our own race to run. We start and finish our races at different times. The track is set out for us. 

We try to run our race well.

It hinders us if we look across at other runners or behind us. It hinders us if we compare our race to others or if we try to finish someone else’s race. 

Every race is set out differently. Some have hurdles to over come, some run a marathon, others a sprint. 

There are only two guarantees that are the same for every runner. There is a start, and there is a finish. 

Even though the track is laid out for us, it is up to us how we choose to run it. 

My Dad ran a good race. He ran steady and true. He stayed on the path laid out for him. He trained hard and kept his focus. He looked across to others, not to compare but to encourage. 

My Dad’s race was a relay. He has finished his race, and passed his baton onto us. Now it’s our turn. 

We are not running his race, but our own, following his example. 

I have started my race. I have taken my first steps. I do not know what obstacles are in front of me, but I know I have the best team to support me and example in my Dad. 

You have your own race to run too. 

Run it well.