Snacks at Hanging Rock

A few weeks ago, I was lucky enough to have the WHOLE DAY OFF.

Instead of lolling around watching TV series back to back and leaving the house only to go across the road for coffee, I made the most of it and grabbed a bunch of mates, a bunch of snacks and bolted out of the city.

The destination of choice was Hanging Rock. A park in the Macedon ranges that boasts views, a racecourse that is also a popular concert venue (Bob Dylan, The Rolling Stones and Ed Sherran have played there), and is the location for eerie ghost stories that the best school camps are made of.

It was pretty cold so the uphill climb was a great way to warm up and ward off my mate's hangover. The mist and the twisted rocks and hiding places made definitely gave it that eerie feeling. We climbed and jumped and laughed and hugged. It was less cliché than my previous sentence makes out and honestly good clean fun. 

I have this theory that only when the thing you've been missing enters your life do you realise you were missing it. I didn't realise that I was missing the feeling of crisp country air on my face till I had it, making my nose cold and drippy. 

I didn't realise that I was yearning to see wide open spaces till I was sitting on top of that rock looking at the vista of a few farms and towns absent of skyscraper or crane obstructions. 

Is there anything in your life that you might be missing but don't know you are?

The pounding heart and breathlessness from a new physical challenge?

The stillness and control from some mindful breathing and thinking?

The extra time and productivity from going to bed early and waking up early?

The joy bought from being back in touch with an old friend or family member? 

Whatever it is; you deserve to have it.

Go and get it

Jj

A Procrastination Poem

I procrastinate with coffee: procafinate daily. A hug in a mug that wakes me up like a thug, I only shimmy, don't shrug. Things aren't getting done but the buzz feels like business, busy with lattes, long blacks and biscuits.

I Procrastinate with food: promasticate and crunch; I have all this stuff to do, but first I'll have lunch. My to do list might get shorter if I first have a cracker. This deadline is going to be late, but it's a nice day to bake.

I procrastinate with drawing: proillustrate. My tasks are creative, so to get the juices flowing, first I'll draw this dress, then next minute I'm sewing. But maybe a mind map is the key to success, I'll proillustrate with pens paper, whoops, made a mess.

Yoga is to conducive to productivity, or is it just pro-mediating. To tackle the to do's got my shakras to tap, light a candle and lie down, whoops that's just a nap.

Procrastinate with going to the toilet: prodeficate (eww sorry) Gross concepts aside it can be known, that epiphanies occur when sitting on the throne.

I procrastinate with love: procrastidate. Hoping good feelings and a romantic glow will help those ideas and tasks commence to flow. Dates aren't distractions if they have great conversation. Constructive conversation. Productive procrasti-dation.

Putting it off isn't going to get it done faster, too many distractions could lead to disaster. Stalling and crawling makes the finale further away, this is why I'm going to upload this blog TODAY.

Jj