A beautiful Happy New Year friends !!!
I hope your easing in slow. I hope your being kind to yourself.
My Instagram friend Karen said this, “Its not so much a new year as it is renewed hope”. I like that idea. So let’s lean on in – into hope and into love and into each other. With those we can handle just about anything else cant we.
Right now grab a cup of something nice, put your feet on up for a bit, and enjoy a few good things I’ve put together with you in mind.
A Good Word
A few of them because simple things haven’t lost there value with the turning of the year
A Good Look
Hey you with your crazy gorgeous post Christmas hair. Take one minute, close your eyes and remember – you are lovely and loved and entirely enough right now just the way you are.
A Good Idea
I spent the better part of last year driving my boy back and forward to his job which was very inconveniently located right up the north end of town. It was a good 25 minute drive and within a short space of time I got myself two speeding tickets and a red light camera ticket. It wasn’t because I’m a maniacal driver (I don’t think) but because although it’s freeway most of the way, there also happens to be about 6 different speed changes. It goes from 100 to 90 to 80 then back to 90 for a bit then 80 again etc. Now that takes a bit of vigilance to keep on top of at first and vigilance no surprises isn’t my strongest suit – hence the tickets which apart from making me feel totally incompetent at doing life, are not kind to the bank balance and put me at risk of losing my license.
First thing that happened, Ethan was banned from any panicked statements like “ I’m gonna be late!!” He was never late because he was military about leaving home in oodles of time. He was also banned from saying “you could have made that mum” when I stopped as the light went to orange. It only took a couple of “do you want to pay the fine” and a “do you want to be catching a train to work” to shut him up.
Second, I started using cruise control. God bless that little bit of technology. Set the speed and car stays at that speed unless I tell it otherwise. It stopped me speeding but it also took the pressure off me constantly checking and rechecking my speed and turning into a hyper alert crazy woman. Vigilance still required of course because I was driving a car after all but you get the idea. And no more tickets
It was a game changer all round but the thing I didn’t expect was how much more relaxing it was to be driving and how much calmer I felt. I also felt less pressured by the speed other cars were going because they can have us going faster than we should without us even realising it. My thinking now was “I’ve set my speed and I’m sticking to it so please go ahead and overtake me if you need to (and you can get the ticket this time)”. It gave those drives more of a Sunday cruise feel than a frantic peak hour endurance lap as they had before We even got a playlist going, Ethan in charge of that of course. Don’t Stop Believin and Proud Mary our driving to work favs that we played and replayed and played again. I have to say with the music turned up loud (loudish) and my boy sitting next to me (and singing !!!), it was a little bit magic.
Ethan’s moved onto another job now so we don’t do that drive anymore but I’m still using cruise control just about everywhere I go. Church is now a 20 to 25 minute drive away. I take the freeway getting there (four speed changes!) but going home at about 12:30pm ish on a Sunday the freeway is choc a block so I take the long winding way home around the lake because what’s the big rush and with cruise control set and a podcast on it’s a Sunday drive in more ways than one.
So friend, heading into this new year, or a new week or even this weekend.
It’s OK to set the cruise control.
It’s ok to say “this is the speed that works for me right here and now and everyone else can go ahead and scream on past me if needs be”.
We are not just getting from A to B. The getting there bit, well that’s our life.
And it’s ok not be constantly hurtling along at risk of life and limb.
Its ok even on the busy days to have the window rolled down and your favourite song turned on
A Good Read
As a young, poor newlywed, trying to make a life on love and peanut butter money, I desperately wanted to learn to bake bread. Memories of my childhood home, a tiny house we moved out of when I was in high school, are permeated with the warm, curling scent of fresh bread, unrolling fragrant steam in the house. I think that house always smelled like bread. At least, every single memory does.
These were the days before the Great British Baking Show captured our hearts and our Netflix accounts, before you could learn to tile your bathroom just from YouTube. I spent weekend hours at the library, hauling home heavy and beautiful books with pages stained with oil splatters and flour dust (that’s how you know it’s a good one). Underproved, overbaked, my patient and hungry husband ate them all, and encouraged my efforts.
Then, one evening, I opened the door, tired and late from work, to a home that smelled magical. I couldn’t put my finger on it. What is that? It smells like…cinnamon rolls! I pestered my husband, who rebuffed me, laughing. It’s nothing!
When Harry Met Sally is one of those cult classic movies that feels almost like a warm hug.
Over three decades on from the film’s release, it’s a romantic comedy that we come back to time and time again. And it’s not hard to see why.
The 1989 film, which was written by Nora Ephron and directed by Rob Reiner, chronicled the relationship between Harry Burns (Billy Crystal) and Sally Albright (Meg Ryan) as they pondered the age-old question: “Can men and women ever just be friends?”
As we reminisce all things When Harry Met Sally, here are nine things you didn’t know about the iconic movie. – – – – Keep reading
And a foodie one
20 Ways to Turn a Baked Potato into Dinner
On their own, baked potatoes are one of the absolute best foods. They’re cheap, filling, and require practically zero effort to make. All you really need is salt, pepper, and a pat of butter. You could be satisfied — no, delighted — by this simplest of preparations. But let us indulge, if you will, in what a humble baked potato could become. With just a little bit of creativity, you can transform a baked potato into something extraordinary: a complete meal, to start. But we like to think of this starchy, tender, flakey tuber as a blank canvas and there are about a gazillion ways to turn this simple spud into something spectacular.
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Till next week, have a beautiful weekend, rest up, do something you love xx