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Me waking myself up for class

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Sunshine and Thunderstorms

Summer storms are proof that plans are not permanent. 

The evening I planned to spend at the beach will instead be spent watching lightning through the back window, the way I did when I was five, sitting with my dad and watching the back yard go from nighttime to daylight - just for a split second. The weekend will be spent starting (but definitely not finishing) songs and watching movies; instead of standing on a stage in the middle of a field, wondering if I’ll be the lightning rod for the event. Raincoats and umbrellas will stay in their closets as people run through the rain, cursing their optimism that the weather might actually reflect the season in Melbourne.They are the only good reason for cancelling a festival, or turning up at a party with your hair dripping and mascara running down your face. 

I’d be lying though, if I said I didn’t enjoy them. 

The cancelled plans; the warning texts from the SES and every friend and relative under the sun reminding you about flash flooding; the ability to justify putting off cleaning the car for another few weeks - they are all perfect reasons to stay inside for the weekend.  To write a new song (something meaningful, with heavy handed metaphors about clouds and floods, maybe); re-binge-watch that TV show that you’ve already seen 5 times but it hasn’t gotten old yet; fill the house with the smell of baking something amazing with herbs and spices you don’t understand (just don’t mention to anyone how they kind of fell apart in the oven).

Summer storms are a chance to regroup before rushing into the insanity that is the Christmas Season.  A morning where there’s no reason to leave your doona before you’re good and ready. A day when you catch up on chores but there’s no sense of urgency. An evening spent feeling nostalgic for exactly this moment 16 years ago. A reason to stop, collect your thoughts, and cover your bases, before you brave the crowded shopping centres and collectively stressed population. That, and the smell of rain never fails to feel like a new beginning.

Maybe that’s putting a little too much stock in a few rain clouds, but I tend to overbook my life for fear that I won’t get enough done in a day at home. So when all those plans are called on account of rain, slowing down and taking a beat become the tasks of the day. Catching up on the things that seemed unimportant in the sunshine. And when the weather actually starts to match the season again (yep, talking to you Melbourne) my life always feels just a little more balanced than it did before.

Plans (even the ones you wrote in ink instead of pencil) staying malleable, are like a surprise gift, like bumping into a long lost friend on the street, or torrential rain on the first day of summer.

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My smol bean

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That satisfying feeling of waking up knowing you don’t have to work- you woke up naturally when your body was ready. You have to admit it feels so much better.

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What a GORGEOUS day to be in Canberra and starting a long weekend

Yeee

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Pay row threatens overnight care for vulnerable | DisabledGo News and Blog

Pay row threatens overnight care for vulnerable | DisabledGo News and Blog

for a long time they must pay sleep-in staff at least the minimum wage. Source: Pay row threatens overnight care for vulnerable | DisabledGo News and Blog

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Waking up next to the biggest bed hog @lovexlock