My name is Elizabeth and it has been 51 days since my last meaningful blog post.
In many ways 2013 has been a bit of a hard year, and the past couple of months has been especially rough. Unless you know me really well you wouldn’t have even noticed, but life took a bit of a nosedive a little while ago and I’ve found it kind of difficult to claw my way back up. It’s nothing serious I guess; just a bit of life stuff that left my heart bruised. I’m really grateful for the love of a couple of close friends who have listened and reassured me that people, generally speaking, are good.
Last weekend I fell back on an old, reliable trick – I set myself a mission to throw away a bunch of stuff that we no longer needed. There’s something about restoring order to my house that clears my mind, and it works every single time. Every beautiful, useless ornament that landed in the donation box made space for something functional. Or it just made space; some silence for my eyes, for my mind. I’m no minimalist, but I’m so much more at peace when my floors are clean and my surfaces are clear.
I hope that some of the things I donated become treasures for somebody else.
Lots of good things have been happening too. A few weeks ago we flew up to Brisbane to see my baby cousin marry his sweetheart, and that quick getaway overlooking the Glasshouse Mountains felt like a real vacation. I stayed an extra couple of days to spend some quality time with my Mum and caught up on some sleep in my old bedroom.
And some exciting news for us: last week Tim sat his Citizenship test (and aced it!) and we’re hoping that he’ll be able to seal the deal with a ceremony on Australia Day when his dad is visiting. We celebrated that night in the most Aussie way I could think of – at the Portland Hotel with crocodile spring rolls, emu dumplings, and James Squire beer that was brewed on site. It was amazing, and just quietly so is he.
It feels good to be writing here again.