Last Day Blissful Blues

For starters, thank you. From the very bottom of my being, thank you for your thoughts, words and gestures. My previous blog post was scary, it still is, however, with your support, I’m beginning to feel that I can do this and be ok – eventually.

Today is the last day of the school holidays. We slept in. The kids visited our neighbours kids. Then, we did something we have never ever ever EVER done before…

The three of us jumped on our bikes and rode to the shops!

My handsome men got back to school haircuts, we did a small grocery shop, received compliments on our pile of bikes chained up outside and we rode home and celebrated this huge victory with homemade chocolate and raspberry ice cream (before lunch!). We’re planning a swim late this afternoon… cannonballing!

Such a blissful day, but I’m still in my funk. It also becomes reality that I have no employment. Both boys at school, what am I to do? I need to teach. I must. I feel like me in the classroom. It’s my passion (one of).

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This makes me smile. I love riding Miss Minty, now I can proudly watch my boys enjoy riding too… Now, we need to sort out names for the boys bikes…

Love Nora xxx

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Help Required…

So, I’m not good at asking for help. Being the independent type, the strong one (love those labels!) But, I’m not good. At all. I’m good at pretending I’m good. Sometimes, it’s genuine, most of the time it’s not.

I’ve been in a funk. An emotional funk. For too long. I want out.

I don’t know how to get out of it.

I play dress ups and try new styles and combinations. In a funk.

I go to the library, borrow books and scary DVDs to remove myself from my reality. Funk still there.

I’ve consumed myself with wellness and researching wellness and cooking. Funked.

I surround myself with beautiful souls and I’m usually ok when I’m with them. Afterwards, funk of all funks.

I’ve chopped off my long dark hair. Still in a funk.

I have no income at the moment (not helping the funk!) and I do not like what I see in the mirror. I don’t like me. Hence the lack of posts.

What do you do to pull yourself out of an emotional funk?

Love Nora xxx
The single, unemployed Mumma, with nothing on the horizon. Thank eff for my children!

My hairs… See how good I am at pretending to be ok?

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