100 Cures for Blogger’s Block- Part 3! Finale from Little Red Writing Solutions

Finale!

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Lauren Jeffery

Little Red Writing Solutions

100 Cures for Blogger’s Block- Part 2!

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Blog Challenge from a Little Red Fan- When Have You Felt Out of Place?

Before I go on, take a look back at my post about how having confidence shapes you here.

There have many instances in my life, as far back as I can remember, where I stand still in a group of people and realise I’m a bit different. At primary school, my friends were going to their beach houses for holidays and proudly speaking of their time away collecting shells and riding waves. Then there was me, standing up quite shyly in front of the class, talking about sleeping in swags (no tents, or rarely a tent to house my family in for the night on our trips away), going to bush pubs to play pool with my dad, driving through fast-flowing waterways in our dust-covered Troopie (who Dad fondly named Bertha) and never, EVER, was there a mention of hotels, room service, theme parks, shopping or expensive restaurants in my show-and-tell stories. And no one paid attention because no one could understand what this experience was like at a young age without actually living it. Our trips were about the experience. Firing guns into the central Australian red sand, being so covered in flies you’d have to wear a net over your hat permanently, eating food out of eskis for weeks on end, being “showered” by our mums in rivers with buckets of fresh (freezing) water, playing with Aboriginal children at the local shopping mall (a pub, a general store and a petrol pump in the middle of nowhere) and your Mum being asked “how much for the two girls?” by an Aboriginal family, being grateful for a pub lunch every so often, waking up in the middle of the night and realising that you are sleeping right underneath a sprinkle of stars that no one else can see from this viewpoint except you. Waking up to bacon and eggs cooking on a fire and not having any electricity to use but the motor of the Troopie to power the cassette player. Our childhood experiences were exceptional and I felt out-of-place, maybe a little misunderstood, talking about them as a child when no one knew where Innamincka or Tibooburra were. No one my age had heard of Burke and Wills or the Dig Tree. No one cared. I know where I’d choose to travel along if I was given the Oodnadatta Track or the Tube in London. But as I grew up, I realised that my experiences and their uniqueness were helping me to feel more comfortable with being me.

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As I became a teenager, I had accepted that I wasn’t like any of the typical girls who went to the private school I went to. No overseas trips to boast about, I didn’t own horses, I lived in an average suburb and we never knew any sort of extravagance. Being taken out for dinner to a restaurant was a great night out in itself. I never felt hard done by, or like we were missing out on anything. You don’t miss what you don’t know, right? I was totally into music from a young age and my taste took a few people at school by surprise. My choice of instruments to learn, bagpipes to name the most “strange”, shocked and stunned. I began to feel not so much out-of-place, but comfortable with being me.

I didn’t rock the in fashions, but still looked respectable. I didn’t drink underage or do drugs (I still don’t even know how to smoke a cigarette- an “achievement” I’m significantly proud of) so anyone would think I was a bit weird. I can see some of my old friends saying “What have you been doing all your life if you haven’t been to Thailand or Bali?” but I’m just happy where I am and always have been. All my friends were following trends. I never did really. There comes a point in time where you go from feeling “out-of-place” to being “happy in your own skin”. And it’s a momentous milestone I think. I think reaching this new-found place in your life can make all the difference between living a happy life and living life a tortured soul.

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As I became an adult, I was still getting comments, even from family members “Geez you’re weird, but I still love you”. Over silly things like what I found funny. My favourite songs. What I wanted to wear. Comments I’d make and things I’d cry over. Suggestions for things to do on a weekend. It’s so much easier now to shrug those feelings away, the ones that seek to separate me from the person I am comfortable being now.

I was thinking about how much I’ve changed as a person and as a grown woman since having my two children, since I became a nurse and more recently, since I started my own business. And I think that when you feel out-of-place, you can think about it from two perspectives. You can feel gawky in your own skin and not feel snug being who you are and showing people who you are. Or you can take a good look around and remember that not one person is the same from the next and we all have flaws and strengths. Maybe the people you associate with aren’t being true to themselves and that makes you feel out-of-place, because you are forthcoming, upfront and confident in how you feel about your place in the world. As the old advice goes, you only feel the way others make you feel. You only feel this way because you accept the way others treat you. And of course, if others treat you differently and you don’t have the emotional capacity to be strong and be yourself, you will most definitely feel out-of-place. I really believe in accepting people for who they are and loving them regardless.

Surely there is something to love about everyone. I embrace the weird, the unique, the peculiar, the amazing, the bizarre and the uncanny in everyone. I don’t expect the same good fortune back but at least I know where I’m at and where I’m headed. I like the same comforts as the next person, but I’m content and always ready for a challenge.

So in answer to the Little Red Fan who asked about a time I felt out-of-place, I can’t give you one. I’m happily living a life that allows me to be me, to be my quirky self. I wouldn’t trade it for routine for one minute!

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When have you felt awkward and out-of-place? Have you learnt to accept what you cannot change? I’d love to hear about how you have overcome feelings like this to become the brilliant, inspiring people you are today.

LEJ

Little Red’s 365 Day Blog Post Challenge #4- A song that makes me cry and why

The song?

“Paradise” by Coldplay.

Why?

1. The last word my mum ever texted me (and we texted a lot, well I texted her a lot) was the word “paradise”. I was complaining about how many more kilometers we had to drive home to Melbourne from Sydney. The number was 276 approximately. Her last “words” to me were “Chin up, last stretch and back to paradise”. It really was a kind of paradise with her in my life, a pillar of support, an ear to listen, a shoulder to cry on, a mum to hug and a woman and mother to inspire me. Then she died suddenly and that was it. Paradise spoiled. I’ll miss her for the rest of my days.

2. Coldplay is my favourite band of all time. They were also one of my dad’s favourite bands. I inherited (so thankfully) his passion for music. Not a day goes by where I don’t listen to them. Dad would really have loved this song and I can picture him tapping his foot from the stalls, watching them live and pretending to not really be that interested (even though inside, his ears are in musical heaven)

3. Why do I cry? Because my son always wants to listen to this song and sometimes, I just can’t bear to, even though it’s one of my all-time favourites (and with a collection of over 75,000 pieces of music in my possession, it’s a great achievement by Coldplay if I do say so myself). Sometimes I don’t feel like breaking down. When I’m happy, I love listening to Paradise. When I’m on the edge, nope. Can’t cope. The tears don’t stop. The first time I listened to this song after my mum died was only two weeks ago. She died in April. It took me that long to hear the word “paradise” again and luckily enough, I hadn’t by chance heard it on the radio in that time. As I listened to the song in my kitchen in the dark of night, I grabbed my tiny daughter, held her close and danced with her cheek to cheek. I quietly sobbed the words to her and she drifted off to sleep. I was lonely for the first time, even though I wasn’t alone.

“Paradise” reminds me of both my angel parents (RIP) in a significant, life-changing way. Songs play one of the most important roles in my life, they remind of people I’ve met, people I’ve loved, people I’ve lost, places I’ve been, memories I’ve made and times in my life when my moods and emotions were at different ends of the spectrum. Most importantly, songs remind me of how far I’ve come in my life and what I have to be thankful for.

Watch and listen here

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Little Red’s 365 Day Blog Challenge – Day 3 – The Reason Why I Am Here

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I’ll start by defining “here” as the following:

1. on this earth

2. on this blog, writing every day

3. in my dining room

 

At thirty-one years of age, I’m not sure whether I am supposed to know why I have been put on this earth by this point in my life. But I do know a few things. I know that I’m not going anywhere anytime soon so should probably make the most of every day and of every opportunity. It’s so clichéd and repeated day after day in professional pieces I read and journals I look into, but really, it’s couldn’t be more important to do this. I am now not just here to take care of myself and achieve goals for myself. I have two children that need me (and a husband that may, or may not, need me around!) so I can’t just up and leave. I think we might not all have a purpose as such, I think we all fulfill certain roles in other people’s lives and their every day business. Not always on purpose either, the paths we take in life can change every day so our role here depends on the choices we make. But I know every choice we make leads us to right now. And we just need to suck it up! If we are in a bad place, make a good choice. Now that I’m here, I’ll have fun, keep trying my best in everything I set out to do and love my family and friends. Can’t do much more than that.

Why do I write every day? Because my husband doesn’t always want to hear me speak. Jokes aside, writing really does help me wind down. I can be creative in the activities I do with my kids and can try to read as much as I can but nothing helps ease a bad day more than writing. And writing anything. Something silly, something factual, a bit of reflection, a slice of persuasion. It all helps. Part of my journey in life I guess. And the best thing is, I don’t have to do it for anyone but me. I love the fact that I can write at any time of the day and about anything. It’s better than a nana nap most days. My outlook on life often changes and my likes and dislikes most definitely change every day. My schedule changes from day-to-day. I dream each day. My kids learn different skills each day and our meals are different every day. I have a tendency to meet a new person at least every day and network with a whole bunch of clever business people on a daily business. So I’m really not sure how I CAN’T write every day! So much to draw upon!

 

Why am I in my dining room? Because the sun is shining down on me through the window, I can keep an eye on the squidlets from here and I’m within arms reach of a hot cuppa and all my “tools”- laptop, pen, paper. Easy!

LEJ

 

365 Day Blog Post Challenge- Day 1

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My hopes for the next 365 days include: a smooth start back into my part time job, to enjoy our upcoming holiday (the first for our new daughter), to grow my small business, to read at least 2 books a month, to spend as much time as I can making memories for my two little ones, to not cry (too much) when my boy starts school and to make it an easy transition for him, the same goes for when my daughter starts in day care!

 

My dreams for the next 365 days include: see above!

 

My plans for the next 365 days include: work hard at growing Little Red Writing Solutions, to save save save like never before, to put up a front fence, to start AND finish our front garden, to learn a new language (I’m thinking French!), to enjoy watching my little ones grow and learn new things every day!

 

A photo of me (my smiling eyes, watching my daughter trying to crawl)

 

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