Grateful For... A Page Turner

These holidays I've reignited an old flame.

Rekindled a past love affair.

Revisited days when I was footloose and fancy free.

Resurrected a passion and pleasure that I've missed.

I've read me some books.


Not just children's books - as fabulous as they are.
Not for reference.
Not a couple of pages per night before crashing, only to have to re-read the same two pages the following night before crashing again.

Not at such a slow pace that I have had to renew my library loan twice to finish them.

U.S.S.R. as we used to call it (or loathe it) at school.
Uninterrupted. Sustained. Silent. Reading.
(Well, relatively uninterrupted anyway.)


I've loved immersing myself in a great story or a compelling read again.
This week alone I've read two novels.
A Jodi Picoult heart wrencher and an Alex Cava heart thumper.


I've read when I have woken stupid early in the morning, when riding the exercise bike, for a portion of Master Magoo's nap nap in the day, on lazy afternoons cuddling Magoo and his books on the deck and in the evenings wherever I flop...


This indulgence is only possible because we are living sloooooooooow right now.
It can't last but it. is. gooooooooooood.


It's only a matter of days before I'm back to trawling curriculum materials, immersed in emails or student files and reading the expositions of ten year olds, so I'm savouring this leisure reading for all it's worth.


What are you brimming with gratitude for this fine week?


Linking with Maxabella Loves & Kidspot for some grateful goodness.




Shar :-)

Grateful For ...Acceptance

Thank you for your beautiful responses to yesterday's post.
I am quite touched by how supportive this little readership is.


The crux of anorexia (or many obsessions) is not vanity as we may initially think or assume, but control.
('Cause seriously, what's attractive about self loathing?)

The key to recovering from anorexia, for me, meant understanding and accepting that I can't - and don't need to - control everything.

Accepting that bad things will happen to good people - even worse -  good people who I love dearly. Things that I can't 'fix'. (Yeah. I'm talking about things like you, cancer.)


Accepting that I will make mistakes.
That it is more important to acknowledge and repair the damage, than to justify or erase the mistake.

Accepting that trying to control others is futile and unnecessary.

Accepting that people will choose to live their life in whatever manner they see fit - and if it bears little consequence to me - then I have to live and let live.
Not live and convince them to live like me.


Accepting that letting something or someone control me is equally as unhealthy as wanting to control others.

Accepting that while we are shaped by the events and people in our past, it is our current attitude that is paramount.

Accepting that youth is over-rated.
Aging, the right relationships and motherhood have brought a huge sense of acceptance to my life.
Self acceptance and acceptance of others.
I have never felt happier.
Not always manic-jump-on-the-roof-and-scream-it-far-and-wide happiness.
But often in a beautiful, contented way.
Occasionally, I'll be self aware enough to realise just how UNanxious I actually am.
It's a-nice, yes?

So this week I am grateful for all this acceptance in my heart, for the acceptance that comes with true relationships and for the acceptance that poured through my little blog yesterday.
Thanks again.

(Okay. I'll go back to blogging about lip gloss and blower vacs to lighten the mood around here now!)

Linking with Maxabella Loves' Grateful For..

Shar :-)