I can’t quite believe I haven’t blogged for nearly 3 months!
My fiction journey continues, albeit at a limping pace, and I have finally mustered up the courage to pitch some article ideas to a few magazines after completing a course through the Australian Writers’ Centre. Perhaps I can legitimately call myself a writer now without feeling like a fraud?
No, not quite yet.
I’m not sure why I haven’t been blogging. Life continues to be as eventful as ever, so there hasn’t been a shortage of content. Let me get you (or those of you that care to read on) up to speed.
Did I mention we finally got another puppy?
He’s a labradoodle called Harry and the most affectionate, loving little dog you could ever meet. He’s also slightly manic, which means he fits in at our place perfectly.
The kids continue to be a handful. Pebbles is growing at an unstoppable rate, getting bolder and cuter by the day. She speaks almost as much as she moves. Needless to say, that’s a lot. Constantly breaking boundaries, she’s by far the most challenging toddler to date but we love her to bits anyway.
The Wilful One has had some health problems this term, which has been a bit of a struggle for us all but hopefully it is something he will grow out of in due time. He continues to be my salvation when it comes to the other two, I’m incredible proud of him in all aspects.
And BamBam is, well BamBam.
Then there is The Man. He’s the reason I’ve been inspired to write this post. Oncology week has come around again fast and this month also marks a year since diagnosis. Consequently we are feeling all the feels. He’s had a bit of a rough trot lately but things are getting back on track and life it good. We know his results from this round of checks will be fine and they will continue to be for many, many years to come.
Still, we’ve been trying to live life to the fullest. He has bought a boat and we even went for a ride on his motorbike yesterday. I have a inherent fear of 2 wheel death traps thanks to a childhood trauma, so it’s taken me nearly a year to work up the courage to get on. I surprised myself by absolutely loving it. Finally I get the sense of freedom that zooming down the road on a bike gives you. I was even tempted to do a Titanic impersonation when we went over the bridge, ocean on both sides and the blue sky above. Tempted, but I’m not quite ready to go handsfree yet, preferring to cling on for dear life.
So, that’s us up to date. Hopefully the next time you read my words it will be in a glossy magazine, but I do intend to make more of an effort to honour this space. It has given me so much in the last few years.
What do you do as an outlet when you are feeling all the feels? Are you scared of motorbikes like me?