It’s four o’clock on Friday afternoon and I am sitting on the lounge reading magazines. Sounds enthralling doesn’t it? Well, for me it is. I haven’t sat on my lounge on a weekday afternoon without a plan for the rest of the day for what feels like forever. This whole not-working-full-time thing has started out quite nicely for me. I think I could get used to this.
My first week of seriously part-time (ie working two days) has been very refreshing. As I have mentioned 4000 a few times already, I have worked full time for over two decades. Going to the supermarket midweek, catching up with friends midweek, not wearing corporate clothes midweek, is all very much a novelty for me. And one I am loving so far.
This first week of my new adventure has brought about some very welcome changes indeed. A couple of weeks ago I was told by the lovely Cassandra of The Lettuce Shop, that one of my food photographs may appear in The West Australian. Not only was this a big deal because of the readership of The West, but this would be my very first photo ever printed. Obviously I was excited hearing this news however I didn’t want to get my hopes up and tried to push the thought to the back of my mind for two weeks. I woke up on Thursday and casually wondered to myself if my photo was printed. And it was. As if leap week wasn’t already fabulous enough!
I felt very humbled that my little photo made it to print. Humbled. And on the other hand I wanted to shout it from the rooftops and share my excitement with everyone I know! It was a moment of real clarity for me. Knowing for some time that writing and taking photos is what I love most was only cemented deeper seeing my photo in print. Thank goodness for root veg!
As the universe would have it my sister-in-law also booked an appointment for me to have my very first tattoo, also in my leap week. What did I get? ‘leap’ of course.
The one thing that trumps my photo in The West, my newly inked ‘leap’ as a permanent reminder to chase my dreams, and days off midweek to do mundane tasks like shop for hand soap and toilet paper? The look on my child’s face as I pull up at school to pick him up.
I am loving the universe to bits right now.