Feel good moment I

5 inches and 6 months off my mane. Allowing the new hair growth to finally show through as the old hair is swiftly cut away. Someone massaging my scalp as the treatment soaks in. Soft locks. Fresh colour. Blowdry. Floating home looking a million bucks.

Cleaning out 2013's cobwebs.

Gratefully,

Natasha

10 Lessons - what the SIMS has taught me

1. It takes time and hard work to achieve success in life
2. Being nice to people makes friends
3. Being mean to people makes enemies
4. It is important to find the right alignment with people to get the job done
5. You can't do everything at once, things need to happen in the right order
6. Sometimes the best thing you can do is just wait
7. Just because something is available for sale, doesn't mean you should buy it unless it has a purpose... there is a lot of expensive and unecessary 'things' marketed out there which help you achieve nothing
8. Getting enough rest and food is vital for achieving your goals
9. Fishing is a valuable life skill as well as making you happy
10. Fun is as important as rest and food

Gratefully,

Natasha

Beautiful people: 12 hours straight

What a day to be grateful for!

Brunch with a dear dear friend who I have not seen in the flesh for months. Brunch where the menu was written on a whiteboard on the kitchen wall. Brunch with beautiful people that turned into hours of girl talk, catching up on all the events of our lives that happened 'in between times'.

Brunch that turned into late afternoon G&Ts in the living room, waiting for her girls to come back from an afternoon swim at the local pool to ward off the heat of summer.

Brunch that fuelled the body and conversation that fuelled the soul.

From brunch straight onto another home-cooked meal in the company of beautiful people. Dinner that turned into a late evening which we dragged ourselves from with the view of an early morning wake up call for one of us.

Gratefully,
Natasha

The lesson of gaming

I confess to becoming a Sims addict in the space of one day.

I am not normally a gamer, keeping mostly confined to problem solving games such as Myst, Riven and Starship Titanic.

However, there is something quite soothing and addictive in creating a virtual world, and the hustle bustle industriousness of the Sims world. I find it both intriguing and disturbing at the same time.

If I do not feed my Sim, it will die. If I do not tuck it into bed when it's energy is low it will fall on the ground, exhausted. It does what I tell it to do. It combats, steals, prays, preaches, creates potions, makes meals, drinks cider, plants seeds, gathers vegetables, plants and fishes to trade with the merchant for Simoles.

It has been a revelation as I realise I have lost today completing 34 of 42 challenges, and will probably not stop until I have completed all my missions.

As I forcibly stop myself for a period of reflection, I wonder what this says about me. I focus to the point of ignoring all else. This can be seen in my personal and professional life. It is both amusing and frustrating to those around me at once.

Gaming is an interesting way to learn about oneself.

Anyway. Back to my quests.

Gratefully,
Natasha

She flies through the air, with the greatest of ease

Day 3 of the new year and with it came a physical challenge that I was not quite anticipating. I am not sure why I chose trapeze lessons for Christmas gift potentials, but it looked like something that would be a) different, b) an experience and c) a 'doing' gift rather than a 'having' gift. These criteria are important to me, as I already have enough 'stuff n fings' in my life.

However, I was not expecting my 40 years to present themselves quite so mercilessly as they did today.

We lined up with the 6, 7 and 8 year olds. We lined up with the 20-somethings. We stood out like two sore thumbs in both age, flexibility and stamina.

My weight is definitely not yet currently suitable for hanging onto a bar, trying to swing upwards using whatever little core body strength I have, and attempting to gracelessly push my feet between my hands, and thence hang by my knees from the bar, as I arch my back and reach back towards a theoretical 'catcher'.

I recall being so able to do this trick as a youngster, it would have seemed laughable to me that someone could not do this trick! Today my body betrayed me, and it was all I could do to hang there, swinging by my trembling arms.

But the trick of today was not to run, embarrassed from my form. It was to conquer the fear of the unknown. It was to face the heights, to face the fear of letting go, to face my trust issues of having someone hold me as I leaned out with my full body weight over a very small ledge.... and.... step.... off.... on the command "HEP!"

I stepped off.... I did not complete the trick.... I swung once, twice, three times, then let go of the bar. Dropping to the net like a sack of potatoes, and then somersaulting off the net into the padding below.

Then getting back up and doing it all over again. Twice.

At least I managed to do the swing three times in total. My hands, chafing. My arms, burning. My legs, trembling. My dignity, bruised, but not broken.

Gratefully,

Natasha

A cool breeze blows

Day 2 of the new year and already an item ticked off the goal list. Today's soaring temperature and humidity saw an emergency trip to source a portable air conditioner for my flat.

After years of trying to keep cool with fans, closed blinds and windows, my patience with Sydney's tumultuous temperatures finally snapped. It was time, long overdue, for cooler climes within my apartment.

Luckily the New Year sales are still in full force, and I snapped up the biggest, most powerful unit at a fraction of the cost.

Following the salesman's strict instructions to "wait three hours before turning it on" we filled the water tank, assembled the window kit (using our own makeshift extension for my very tall windows) and with bated breath turned it on.

15 minutes later we can feel the cool air permeate through the living room. It will reach the bedroom on the mezzanine level in the next half hour.

Cool air. After 8 years.

Bliss.

Gratefully,
Natasha

A day of rest to welcome 2014

The modern world can sometimes feel like it demands busy-ness, 24/7. It can feel that by taking a down shift you can lose all momentum in the relentless pursuit of productivity. It can feel like you may 'miss out' if you stop and smell the roses.

In the midst of goal setting for 2014 yesterday it occurred to me that our plan of spending New Year's Day in a state of enforced downtime where we did nothing but watch movies, TV and talk about the future in general and specific terms was one of the best ways to start the year.

It can take time to fully deccelerate. I have watched myself shift from brain-frantic to bored to relaxed, laughing and curious about the world around me once again. It has given me the space needed to fully recharge and solutions have emerged, unbidden and unsought from my present state of relaxation.

Tomorrow we resume our Staycation filled with activities we have been looking forward to doing, people we want to spend time with and restaurants we want to try in our area. However, today has proved to be a wonderful way to usher in the new year, to take the time to enjoy each others' company, and to do absolutely nothing in preparation for a busy year ahead of us.

Gratefully,
Natasha