Is it just me who loves wearing new season clothes?
I don’t mean NewNew [although I have to say, I do love me some new clothes...oooh!] I just mean stuff that I haven’t worn in a while. You know, not since last winter.
It’s like moving house, walking a new route to work, sitting at a new cafe or reading a magazine that you don’t normally pick up. That freshness encourages a new perspective, makes you feel more inspired, boosts your engagement with the outside world.
I was hanging out the washing, just as the light was softening and My Little One was running around the garden, boots on/pants off [the best way to explore].
And there she was, proudly showing off a castle of cushions that she had dragged outside. Rest!Rest!RestMama! she cried, pointing to her creation, inviting me to lie down.
And so I did rest. I stopped hanging and I lay down with her. And we held hands and listened to the birds in the big tree above our house. And I felt all teary inside, so blessed.
It’s incredibly rare [I reckon]. Folk who are good listeners.
I mean, really good listeners. Folk who take in what you are saying, who respond thoughtfully. Folk who aren’t just thinking, the whole time you’re talking, about what they’re going to say next. Folk who ask you questions about what you’ve said, inviting you to go deeper, rather than just replying with an anecdote about themselves.
It’s something I really, really value. Something I am constantly trying to improve in myself.
So, friends. I bought a house on the weekend. You know, A House.
I am so so so lucky to be able to do that and I am crazily grateful. The funny thing is, I just didn’t feel that excited. My dad came over after the auction and said a huge congratulations and asked me [full of expectation]: are you happy?! And I said yes! And I was. But weirdly, just not all that excited.
I felt bad about that. Like a spoilt brat, actually. But on reflection, my response wasn’t bratty. Just normal.
These past few weeks I have been excited about a lot of stuff: going on a train with my little one for the first time, relaxing at the hairdresser for three hours with no kids [wheee!], walking with a lovely friend by the river, diving into a big new pile of books, the arrival of Autumn, fishing out my winter wardrobe, introducing my littlest one to real food. Those things are immediate and I can see and smell and feel and enjoy the results. A house though, is three months down the track. And at the moment, that seems like a long way away.
I know that when the time comes closer, when the boxes are packed [or maybe unpacked] and our pictures are hung, I will be deliciously inspired and excited about possibilities for our new space. Until then, I’ll be getting a bang out of the more immediate stuff.