The life changing experience is about to happen.

The life changing experience is about to happen. The last three months have been a big turnaround for me.  I have not been so pause in my life and I am starting to enjoy stopping and smelling the flowers. Don’t get me wrong I have still been up to a lot of crazy stuff, but that is just me. Yes I am still with my Magic man.

Black and white, I have sold my house and am moving to Queensland and this all happens on the 2nd of November. As for my Magic man, yes he is just as crazy as me, he has left his job, finishing renovations on his house and selling it. Also building a push bike and riding it up to Cape York for charity that is close to his heart, Asperger’s,  https://cycle.gofundraise.com.au/page/PerThomsen

The emotional side has been tough but kind to me as well. The selling and moving came about when my ex only claimed half of his wages for the year. He only worked for six months and was in Thailand with his girl friend for the other six months. So my child support was cut in half. I was not able to survive on my business as it was taking time to build up. So I had to make a big decision, before going code red in mortgage. Yes I had lots of support from friends and the two closest two me are amazing. So the whole idea was to sell and buy something for less money, pay off the car and bills and have a little in the bank. Well nothing was descent to live around here at the price I was looking at; my heart was dropping, feeling like a failure to my son. Not being able to give him something nice. I cracked the shits and started looking in Gympie, Queensland. I have a couple of good friends that way. In doing this I was risking my heart being torn apart, from leaving my Magic Man who is amazing. I went crazy with lots of emotions but holding it all together for the world to see I am strong and ok.

The place feels good and it is going to be an amazing adventure to settle down too.

Love is with my magic man

Some words I want to share from my Magic Man.

love hands magic manThis girl so beautiful
The sound of your voice like a drug
it lifts me up and leaves me floating on air
your warm embrace changes my day, my night, my week
it takes me to another world
a place beauty, a place out of this world
holding your hand, I feel a connection
in your company, I feel at home
where I belong
your warm smile, your beautiful eyes
they melt my soul
this is why
I LOVE YOU

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Positive thoughts

Changing my thought pattern

Well I read an article last night wishing I had waited till this morning. First reaction is my usual fight and flight. Well I thought it was all about me and how did this make me feel. Angry, upset and not want to continue my path. So I woke up this morning thinking all the negatives and not feeling happy.

“What we think, we become. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world.” Buddha

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Why do we find it hard to SMILE ?

     As I ran on the beach the other morning, the sun is shining down, the smell of the salt air your mind drifts off into thought. I am thinking of how much I have achieved and how hard it has been and how grateful I should be. What makes us smile? Do we do the things that make us happy? Or are we just living day-to-day? I loved this feeling of freedom but still noticed I was not smiling, maybe on the inside, I was. Then I saw a lady walking listening to her music clapping, swinging her arms to the music, she seemed happy but no smile. Have we all lost that simple thing called a smile? Has society made us too conscious to smile in public? Your mind is a powerful tool. Continue reading “Why do we find it hard to SMILE ?”

mums story part 3

Mums story part 3

Mum came to Tasmania for your christening and stayed with us for a few weeks, we went on picnics up to the river where there was a park overlooking savage river itself. You and I went back with mum and stayed on Wayfarer for a while and went sailing with the crew which was Kevin, Chris, Mum and Dad. We would have BBQs potatoes wrapped in foil and thrown onto the goals of the fire, sausages, oysters we could collect from the rocks red Nell and plonk, that’s why I wasn’t christened as I refused to drink the red wine which they called blood of Christ. We eventually came back to live in Sydney and on Sundays when we could we would go to the Wayfarer and go sailing with the crew. I had known Chris and Kevin from the age of twelve. Continue reading “mums story part 3”