When the Universe speaks...

When I was getting up and going to work every day I religiously wrote in my journal every morning, sitting in my car in the car park before I went into the office. I wrote my morning pages just like Julia Cameron recommends in her book Artists Way.

I've lost my rhythm and zip since I've been at home, I still get up at the same time every morning, but there was something about sitting in the car which created a habit of writing down my thoughts and feelings.

A watched pot never boils

The watched pot will eventually boil but it takes forever, just as a watched phone takes forever to ring. Yesterday and today have been two of the longest of my life, okay maybe not the longest, but definitely the longest I can remember in a while.

Mid afternoon yesterday the call I'd been waiting for finally came. Do you know how many minutes there were between 6am when I got up yesterday morning and mid afternoon. Let me tell you there's a lot of minutes. The call was to say they were doing reference checks for the role I applied for.

6WS - Feeling inspired and writing it down

This morning I headed out to do my fruit and veg shopping and a few other errands. My brain is still in over drive and my next book idea is percolating and rapidly turning over in my head.

I got as far as my first stop which was the newsagent to buy a lottery ticket for the $21 million draw tonight (yeah I can only hope).

Brimming with ideas

How I've missed the craziness on the roads during the early morning dash for the city - yeah okay not really. The only good thing about the drive into the city is the length of time it gives my brain to create stories and blog posts.

I had a job interview this morning which meant the drive into the city, I think it went well. It all hinges on who I'm up against and who's the best person for the job. I don't think I could have done any more, so time will tell.

We all need to learn to fly

The job hunting process has been slow, yet finally I have two interviews lined up for the next week. It seems that this is the length of time it takes - I'm such a novice at this job hunting gig.

I'm not complaining in the least (okay just a little) but I've been able to get so many things done in the last few weeks that it's been worthwhile. I finally feel like I can breathe again so it's been time well spent.

I gave away a piece of me

Yesterday I got serious and cleaned out my bookcases ... I have three bookcases which were literally bulging at the seams. In the end I took roughly 200 (maybe more) books to the local charity store. I have another two bags for my sister-in-law to take home with her.

I have (had) books on every subject under the sun, romance novels, chick lit, mystery and intrigue through to writing, self improvement, gardening, business. I still kept probably 100 of my favourites, primarily the writing and self improvement ones which I just couldn't bear to part with.

Where magic happens...

Yesterday I stretched my comfort zone and crossed off several items from my list of things to do to be a better me. Primarily the list exists in my head, but some of them align with my list of goals to achieve.

First up I attended an aqua aerobic class, which is something I haven't done since my kids were little. Lets be honest, I'm not a lover of exercise.

6WS - Bubble has to burst soon enough

So I'm writing this and listening to the audio for the writing course I'm currently doing - multi-tasking at its best. Why is it that 33 minutes to sit and simply listen seems like a monumental time to not be doing anything else?

The weeks seem to be zooming by since I finished up work, I have plenty of things to do and I'm not sure where I found time to do anything when I was working and leaving the house at 7am and getting home at 6pm.