This wasn't the blog I thought it would be. After my last entry being a complete angst rant, I was hoping to write about sisterhood (which to me is a perfect discussion. All hail the pussy.), but it wasn't quite time - I haven't found my perfect voice, and yes, for that particular blog I require a perfect voice; because women everywhere are perfect. Honest to god. Just as they are. Amazing, wonderful, unstoppable beings. With a power and essence so strong they may just be more than equal. Yeah, I fucking said it. Women may just be the superior being. This blog entry however, it has taken a different path. A simple path, one that gets back to the basics, and one essential fact - we really should take more time for ourselves.
Today I had a day off work; I had the boring run of the mill tasks to get done - a few loads of washing, general cleaning, yada yada. I also did some yoga for the first time in too long, this is not a chore but a series of movements that help me breathe and feel centred and at ease (don't knock it till you've tried it). I cooked a pasta dish after fresh picking select veggies from the garden, yeah, I actually picked food from the backyard! How gold is that. I crafted a couple game cards for my girlfriends hens party (which was fun and not a chore, 'cause it was for my lady). Overall I really got things done in the first half of my day. The one thing that got me through all that boring yet necessary crap was the thought - once I'm done I'm soaking in a mother fucking bubble bath. Oh yeah, it's on like Donkey Kong, it's going to rain bubbles this Saturday afternoon. And it did. And I've got to tell you all, it was epic.
I don't have baths often, for one, it would lose its appeal if I were to hit the tub too often. And most importantly, a bath is not very water efficient. But when I tub it, I own that white plasticine dream. I ate my pasta in the tub. Listened to Fol Chen 'The False Alarms'. Drank a double Jalapeño Margarita. Had an intermission - peed, put on Sabina 'Toujours' and popped a bottle of champagne. Returned to tub. Dunked head under water and pretended I was a mermaid. Sat up right and ate dates. Dunked hair only so I could still hear music. Sat upright. Ate another date and decided in was probably time - after all the water wasn't causing my skin to steam anymore & I had listened to two full albums. Unplugged bath and sat waiting as the water drained. Nearly ran out of breathe blowing out candles. Ate another date, drained champagne, stood up, gained my breathe, savoured the moment, got dry, got moisturised, stood around naked and content… put on pyjamas just in time to welcome guests.
All this may seem trivial to some, but for those that it does, you just don't get it and I would feel bad for you if I had the time for that. And to everyone else, it's the small things in life right? :) When you have a moment to yourself don't feel alone, make the most of that rare moment. Enjoy your own company! Because if you can't enjoy yourself just as you are, how the bloody hell will you ever be happy. You! are enough. You're wonderful. Know it, repeat it, live it.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Postscript: A quick shout out to one of the most inspirational ladies I know, Miss Sarah Grounds. Hot little pocket pocket rocket mamma bear yogi instructor!! With two kids and a third on the way, this woman is running her own business, and teaching yoga to mums in the burbs of Melbourne. If so you desire a little training? And you're in Melbourne? She is WELL worth the travel. Find her here: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Crossfit-Croydon/214093372113209?pnref=lhc
Or follow her fab blog here: http://www.breathemovenourish.blogspot.com.au
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