After the glorious holidays, my body settles back into busy-ness and the rhythm of daily routine with a few extras.
I have picked up a Tafe course learning Auslan Australian Sign Language, 2 nights a week, which is fascinating and as tricky as any language. I am also making myself go to the gym (I'd much rather be dancing). Sleepiness and soreness, my new state of being.
My hobbies and interests are all quite sedentary and the older we get the more important it becomes to maintain health and fitness. So I'm making an effort, hoping it will pay off.
Training healthy habits isn't easy. I'm somewhat of a night owl and very susceptible to getting caught up in the in-between tasks. I've spent more time online this month doing Writey-oh, a creative writing workshop with Pip Lincolne, from meetmeatmikes.wordpress.com It definitely got me writing, which I love and also thinking. What I enjoyed the most was the sense of nurturing I received being part of this group, sharing our thoughts and ideas, knowing we aren't alone
There is something wonderful about staying up to ridiculous o'clock with your nose planted in a book you don't want to stop reading. It's a combination of excited-ness, comfort, gratitude and innocent mischief, mingled with sleepy frustration when your eyelids start closing, you re-read the same sentence repeatedly and have to give in to slumber with only a few pages to finish. Authors will never cease to amaze and surprise me...I am forever awe struck by the sensations that engulf me via other peoples words.
For me, it seems there is not much difference between wondering and wandering. It has always helped me find inspiration. Creative dabbling is good for the soul, I couldn't imagine life without it and often surprise myself by what I come up with.