How are you? I hope you’re feeling chipper, ace, cosy and appreciated. If not, please accept a virtual hug and a high five from me right now. I think you are awesome!
It’s a gorgeous autumn Saturday here in Melbourne, the perfect afternoon for a taking stock post, a Pip Lincolne tradition that lots of people have embraced.
What I like most about taking stock is that you never know where the list is going to take you, so here goes!
Making: Art. I love being creative.
Cooking: I think it will be saucy meatballs and penne tonight. Yum.
Drinking: Last night, I enjoyed a piccolo of bubbly. This afternoon, I’m on the lemon cordial and soda water train.
Reading: Daring Greatly by Brené Brown. She is one tuned-in, smart lady.
Wanting: Confirmation on a job offer. Quietly confident.
Looking: At the breeze ruffling my living room curtain. Curtain flutterings make me happy.
Playing: Solitaire and WordFeud.
Deciding: Whether to pre-emptively add some channels to my Foxtel package, before I hear about the job.
Wishing: Only good things for you. May you know yourselves well, love courageously and find strength, and even beauty, in your scars.
Enjoying: These strangely fine and sunny autumnal days, and the rainy days. I’ll take anything autumn’s offering.
Waiting: On that confirmation.
Liking: My life. Myself. Creatively inspiring people.
Wondering: How I will cope with going back to full time hours. It has been almost three years!
Loving: AUTUMN, and my dad. Grateful for his help today.
Pondering: Where things might lead me. What’s next?
Considering: Buying ALL THE THINGS once I’m working again. Well, not ALL the things, but some of them.
Buying: Yesterday, thanks to my pal Deanna’s generosity, I got to buy lots of groceries. Thanks Dee!
Watching: Grand Designs House Of The Year 2015, and looking forward to more Scandal, KUWTK and MasterChef.
Hoping: To stay positive, whatever comes this week.
Marvelling: At my sister Lisa; she’s taken to motherhood so beautifully, it is a truly special thing to witness.
Cringing: At Malcolm Turnbull. His rhetoric around refugees turns my stomach. Is there a basement office at Parliament House where they teach Fearmongering 101? Misty-eyed, really? You sir, are DEPLORABLE. That’s not leadership, that is naked ambition and playing to the lowest possible common denominator out there, fear.
Needing: I don’t need anything really. I have so much, even as I wait for good news about employment. Need isn’t just about finances or things. I have amazingly special people in my life, I have creativity and the sky. I’m all good.
Questioning: I will never understand political ambition. How (and why) would you deny your humanity, and deaden your heart to stay at the top of the heap? There’s a question.
Smelling: The aromas of the beautiful essential oils my friend Louisa sent me this week.
Wearing: Trackies and a fave 17Sundays stripey tee.
Following: My instincts.
Noticing: Birdsong. So many chirpy, tweety birds seem to be around at the moment. It’s lovely.
Knowing: That things are seasonal, in life as in nature. That I am more than okay.
Thinking: About how important gratitude is in my life.
Admiring: My sisters. Clementine Ford. People who stand up for what they believe in. Dissenters. Artists. Rebels.
Sorting: Nothing much.
Getting: Addicted to new podcasts, the latest being The West Wing Weekly. It’s so great to revisit the greatest television show of all time via this podcast.
Bookmarking: Lots of cookbooks, I’m looking forward to making braises, soups, stews, and warming fruit crumbles as the weather cools down.
Coveting: A good internet connection.
Disliking: The politics of fear.
Opening: Country Style magazine.
Giggling: At the word package.
Feeling: Positive. Good. Grateful. Curious.
Snacking: Salt and vinegar chips, cheese and crackers, hummus on Turkish bread. Bring it on.
Helping: Myself to more chips.
Hearing: Birdsong, the afternoon sonata is in full swing.
That’s life for me, in a list-y nutshell.
How are you? What are you listening to, liking, cringing at, smelling and thinking?
Tell me all about it.
Don’t forget to look up today. We’re all under the same sky.