SUNDAY / 52

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Today was an afternoon park session, at Petersham pool. I had met a friend for a pub lunch nearby, and had an hour or two before a family dinner up the road, so decided to stay on with my book and lay out in the shade. 

It was an easy time of it, in between the laughs and jumble of dinner for my cousin Joe's birthday. 8 years old, he is a bit of a bruiser but all heart. We had a huge pan of paella, some beers and an ice cream cake in the twilight, eaten alive by mozzies but no one seemed to mind.

YEAR TWO.

YEAR ONE. 

SUNDAY / 51

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Closing in on my Sundays here, almost the end of the third year. How did that happen? 

It was a pretty slow one here, breakky at a new local with a friend (Glider, on Kensington St near Central Park - beautiful ceramics and good strong lattes) then a wander home and a whole lot of downtime. I read the paper, unpacked some gifts, made an apple and ginger crumble cake from a new cookbook, then a big pot of spaghetti lentilaise (which was, I have to say, amaze) from the same book. I love diving right into a few recipes when I get something new, it gives me a good feel for the style of cooking. And this one had wonderful Sunday written all over it. 

YEAR TWO.

YEAR ONE.

SUNDAY / 50

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The slower end of my SUNDAY. A really strong and sweaty and challenging start with a 90 minute yoga class, then a spectacular lunch at Cornersmith with some of my faves, a cheeky taste at Grifters Brewery, and home to roast a chook and drink a little wine. I had Neko Case's 2003 set from Austin City Limits on repeat (which I can't find online, only the 2013 one) and the door and windows open, a few candles in the last of the evening light and a coupe of friends around the table. Lovely. 

YEAR TWO.

YEAR ONE. 

GOOD INTENTIONS

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Here we are again. Another year ahead.

I used to think of new years as a wash, as just another day. But I was young and probably just liked being contrary. When it comes to new years these days, I feel an enormous sense of awe. Not the night itself of course - this year I was asleep by about 11 - but the days after. The in-between time before I'm back to work, and the days seem longer and I have time to think and dream and hope and wonder for the year ahead. And PLAN. I like to plan. I like the idea of resolutions and intentions because it reminds me of the bigger picture. They allow me to take a bit of control back from the day-to-day shambles I find myself in. Make active choices. Think about big-picture stuff. I like making small changes and refining things and working to be my best self. So hurrah for that!

It has been a pretty damn good year. I got a kick-ass promotion that's had me on my toes - writing lots and thinking more and feeling full. I saw the world - spending days alone in new places and days with friends in familiar places. I went on dates and felt loved and had quite a bit of fun with it all. It's been nice, really.

The main thing I'm hoping for in the year ahead is to TAKE IT SLOW. 'Slowly, slowly' as my friend Stella says. It's no small thing, but I feel like it has been a while coming. I'm desperate for some quiet. Slowing down for me means more time to myself, more time at home, more time to write, more time to think, more time to rest (my iron has been so low my GP has me on supplements). Slowing down from all the bustle will - I hope - give me some time to work at finding out what I want. There are other things too, of course. I hope to read more books and run twice a week and keep saving for a house, but they will come if I take it slow. Slow is the answer.

Writing it all out here always feels good - I have a record, I'm accountable. 2013 had me all wow, till 2014 washed me out but by 2015 I was working my way through. I like looking back… 

SUNDAY / 49

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One of our last days at the beach and a grey morning to start. We took the girls for a walk along Willyama Beach, buckets in hand to collect shells and cuttlefish (or 'cuddle-fish' as Coco says, arms outstretched for a hug). We found all kinds, seaweed, dead fish, driftwood. 

I like finding a stone, just one that is round and smooth and softened by the sand and waves to take home. It reminds me of my friend Jules who we lost last year - Stephen said she always picked stones from the seashore when she came to visit. He gave me one, a white-washed heavy Eastbourne stone when I was there in May. I like holding it and feeling the weight of it, the weight of this old world from tide to tide.  

YEAR TWO.

YEAR ONE. 

SUNDAY / 48

I didn't get a picture of this last Sunday. I don't think I even knew it was a Sunday till late in the evening, crawling into bed. I like that about the slow days before the new year. It was a nice one though, golly did it have it's moments. 

There was afternoon light streaming in the old sash-window, sharing wine out of a dirty glass and the hours fading past, some talk about poetry and a bit of truth-telling, some nice laughs. I like friends who are honest with me and honest with themselves. It was a sweet old time. 

YEAR TWO.

YEAR ONE. 

SUNDAY / 46

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A brief moment out in the world, post-yoga, pre-gardening and cleaning. A moment to see the beautiful new Incu space my friend Tola is running like a dream. And what a dream, they've done a stunning job and have the most beautiful collection of things to covet. None of it I need, but all of it would make me happy. Or distract me for a little while anyway. 

YEAR TWO.

YEAR ONE.