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What are you scared of?

A few of my fears – we all have some.

I guess I could say that there have been many things that have freaked me out over the years. I used to be terrified of public speaking. I got over that one when I started working as a university lecturer – no time to panic when you have to deliver a lecture to a room full of students! I would still sometimes feel faint and nauseated at the beginning of a lecture, but once I settled into the rhythm and (mostly) got the room engaged, it was fine.

I didn’t have much of a choice, I was studying for my PhD and I was a single mother and needed to work to top up my scholarship. I was offered tutoring first, then the opportunity to deliver lectures. I know that wanting to provide the best I could for my daughter meant not giving in to the panic. Besides which, I come from fairly humble origins and I was first in family to reach higher education. That is a privilege that many people still don’t have, so I took a breath and walked into my first class ready to teach.

I am also unnerved by spiders. I know they are useful to have around and they keep other bugs in line (mosquitoes and suchlike). But there is literally nothing more scream-worthy than unknowingly walking into a spider’s web outside, feeling the sticky web in your face and hair and then panicking that a big, juicy spider is likely now wandering about in your hair or down your back! 🕷️

I grew up in Melbourne, Australia. We had huntsman spiders in our back shed that were as big as mice. Big, grey and fluffy with a long leg span! Seriously go google huntsman spider pictures and you’ll see what I mean! I would post a pic here, but I don’t want to unnecessarily freak anyone out. They are fairly harmless and don’t really bother people, but they sure do look intimidating.

My other fear is a fear of heights. I get quite faint and wobbly if I am anywhere near a clifftop or looking at the view from a tall building. Heck, even walking over a pedestrian road bridge can make me uncomfortable.

As I get older though, I find that some fears have either faded out somewhat or I can manage them better. A couple of years back, right before the pandemic hit, I was on a trip with my partner and his family in Bali. It was a holiday for my partner’s birthday and I had only been with him for around 6 months. I wanted to do something special for him, so I booked a day trip to Bali Swing in Ubud. You are literally sitting on a wooden swing with rope handles and then pushed out over the jungle and rice fields. The views are spectacular! My partner likes to be a bit adventurous, so I thought it an ideal and unique birthday experience for him.

He loved it, he tried all of the options and he was thrilled. He then said it was my turn! Oof! And I did it! I wasn’t mad keen, however I thought it was a once in a lifetime experience, and that it would be an amazing outlook and view. And it was. It really was beautiful and scary and exhilarating. I’m glad I overcame my lifelong fear of heights to try this one thing. For me it was a challenge and an experience worth overcoming my fear. Plus I have the photos to prove it! 😂

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Crunchy or soft towels?

How do you like your towels?

I was reading my book and the main character was expecting a guest over. So she ran about tidying her apartment and changing towels in the guest bathroom.

The commentary was on her embarrassment at not having soft towels as she’d run out of fabric softener.

Two things came to mind. One, when I was a child, we never used fabric softener in the wash, not sure it was even a thing back in the day.

Second, as an adult, I’ve never taken to soft towels. I never feel dry enough after a shower. It is harder these days to actually find towels that are a bit rough.

Not putting them in the clothes dryer helps. For me a rough towel is a great exfoliator as well 😂

What are your thoughts? Soft and fluffy or thin and crunchy?

Bit like a pizza base, which I also prefer thin and crunchy! 😋 Speaking of which, I’ll be making home made pizza for dinner tonight…

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You’re never too old for facepaint!

Facepainting 101

I started a part-time job a few months back – mostly because I am done with full-time work and all the stress that comes with that. Also because it’s my way of easing into retirement, still having an income and staying engaged with the world of work and people. After a couple of weeks in the job the boss asked if I’d like to take on the role of Safety & Wellbeing Officer (I have done similar in prior roles) and I said sure, I’d love to take that on.

I look after the safety of the entire team and ensure that the workplace is one that looks after all our people, so that they can go home at night safe and well. The wellbeing component is the most fun part. I get to run wellbeing campaigns and I’ve been able to take my dog in for RUOK Day  and everyone loved seeing him for all the pets and cuddles!

I can purchase healthy snacks for the break room, run wellbeing competitions and give out prizes and recently I booked the corporate massage people to give team-members an in-chair shoulder and back massage. That was also a great hit and is one I will do on the regular!

I find that, even though I am relatively new, team members seek me out to talk about things that bother them and ask my advice on a variety of matters. I can proudly say that safety has improved and everyone is more mindful of unsafe practices and bring to my attention safety issues that need to be rectified.

Now, how does face painting factor into all of this? My workplace goes out to schools and communities to run various activities and we also have face painting for children during school holidays. Our Activities Officer asked if I’d be interested in learning face painting so I can join the crew of face painting team members. I’ve already been out to a couple of primary (elementary) schools to work with classes of children to make mini toolboxes and birdhouses. So picking up face painting as a new skill and element in my job is a beautiful addition! Pics below of my first attempts at practicing on my arm. Main pic is a colleague who painted a cute butterfly on my face! Love it… 🥰

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Turning 64!

I love getting older! I’m fit and strong and loving life. Now that I work part-time (I quit the full-time gig earlier this year!), I have a heck of a lot more time to do the things I love. More time at the gym, running, swimming, reading and hanging with my dog!

For my birthday I went out dancing, which I do most weekends. I’m part of the rock and roll and jive community and there’s usually something on each weekend.

I decided to dress it up for my 64th. Nothing tame or “old lady” for me! I bought some skin tight (vegan) pants and wore one of my cute dance tops with it…

For me getting older is about being true to myself and not caring for what other people think of me (well except, yes I do like the odd compliment!)

I have no time for judgmental folk, life really is too short for that nonsense! Go have fun and be yourself, there’ll always be people ready to criticize – you just need to ignore them!

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Musings on Ageing

A couple of weeks ago or so I turned 64. In my neck of the woods, it means I’m eligible for a “senior’s card”. As long as I am working 25 hours/week or less. I swapped out to part-time work earlier this year, because I am in a position where I can and I realise this makes me fortunate. The senior’s card means I get discounts on some things, like my council rates, public transport, and entry to my local swimming pool.

I’m thrilled that I finally qualify for the card. My partner (who is a wee bit older than me) was flummoxed. He could not believe I was excited to be “getting older.” I’m like “really?” I get a discount!! What’s not to love?

People often dread getting older and all it entails. Personally, I don’t really feel “old.” I just feel like me. A little wiser, a little calmer and a whole lot more content with my life!

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Random pic of me with a neighbour’s cat!

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