The Washing Machine xx

Hey Beauties,

Welcome to any new readers, saddle up for the ride as I plop all kinds of words on a page and hope for the best.

I'm laying awake, pondering, wondering...on the eve of my 34th birthday. I vividly remember my Mum's 40th Birthday like it was yesterday, so turning 34 feels old and gross and not right.
So. Old.

Life is a vapour. A breath that seems to go as quickly as it comes.
A deluxe mystery of incredible highs and shattering lows- Sometimes simultaneous.
"The days are long but the years are short."
Isn't that so true? I think partly we feel that sense of longing to be somewhere we are not and as we long for what is next, the days/ weeks/ months/ years pass by.

I'm learning to live in the moment and I don't like the discomfort of not knowing what's next but I'm learning to love the process.
Life right now feels a little like being out in the surf. When you predict a wave and at the last minute it changes path and you fall head over board into this tumble of cross currents.
You know that sensation? It doesn't take a pro surfer to know it (let's face it, we've all had a crack on a boogie board and felt like Kelly Slater).
The one where you think you are gonna nail a barrel roll ( or just get a free ride into the shore) but you misjudge the timing and the white wash collapses down on you like a tonne of bricks and next the worst part... " The washing machine".
Every surfers nightmare! The one where you are underwater for what feels like 10 minutes, tumbling on the ocean floor with a mouth full of sand but also totally unaware of which way is even up and out. You find your bearings but those few seconds SUCK.

"The Washing Machine" is a little like life at the moment for us. We are standing back up and finding our feet and sorting out which way is up and where we belong. But like He does, God has just used it all to show us that He remains the same. When all around us changes, God doesn't.

It's this calm chaos.
It's having way too many decisions to make that are life altering choices, with large repercussions, no idea which one is right, yet having total peace about just living out each day.

To be honest it doesn't really make any sense. We should really feel like a hot mess just trying to make the mess a little less hot, but instead it feels exciting and the small things matter again.
The little moments have more value. The people we have are cherished and a new appreciation has formed for what we have here and now. I love it.

I love that somehow in the race of life and living too fast, our journey came to a halt and with it came a rejuvenation and gratefulness of a life we already had but didn't have the time to love.

The cliche is the truth, every single day is a gift. We aren't promised tomorrow. So when you wake up, have a good crack at the day. Try and see the small things. Take in the sights and smells ( not all of Jason's are good ones). Go slow. Look up. Look out. See others. Look for ways to BE in people's lives that need someone.

Oh my friends there is SO MUCH treasure to be found in the ordinary when we make to time to chose to see it.

All my love xx

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