Time to slow down

I'm known as someone who doesn't have a slow speed, I'm always on the go and trying to do a million things at once. On vacation in Hawaii once, a local told me I was walking too fast and that it was a crime in Hawaii!

The other day I realised just how precious time with my little girl is and that its okay to slow down and enjoy time with her and not have to be trying to do everything all at once. So this morning I did everything at her pace and also everything that she wanted me to and I had the best morning as a mummy in a long time. She was happy and I was happy. We rode our bike to the cafe and enjoyed sitting next to each other chatting away as we ate. When we got home I happily obliged to help her bath her babies and get them ready for bed. I love her motherly instincts and watching her with her baby dolls. She made me my pretend coffee, fed me pretend ice creams and gave me a pretend haircut. I endured half an hour of Peppa Pig as she lay snuggled in my lap, I breathed in the smell of her hair and held her chubby little hands. Even when I put her down for a nap, instead of rushing back downstairs to do jobs, I lay down next to her for a few minutes, holding her in my arms and telling her the story of when she was born. According to her, it got too dark in my tummy and she kicked her way out!

She was happy and perfectly behaved all morning, because I was 100% present the whole time. It's taken time, but she's making me realise the importance of slowing down and truly appreciating living in the moment. Thankyou my little girl, for teaching me what's important in life, for being patient with me and sharing your beautiful world with me.

The new challenge

I've been somewhat secretive about my new training challenge, most have now put two and two together but for those still in the dark, yes I have decided to enter a body sculpting comp! Why? Why not! Common words to describe me are determined, motivated and competitive! I'm always up for a good challenge and it's been awhile, 5 years ago to be exact since I stepped out of my comfort zone and embarked on my last big challenge. For years I've toyed with the idea of maybe entering a comp, I've always had the ability to build muscle fairly easily so it seemed like a logical challenge. But it's something I've only now finally decided to do seriously. I've been training towards it for the last 14 weeks, but a part of me kept telling myself that I would just do the training, get my body to the point I could do a comp but not actually do the comp. I love the training, but the thought of getting up on stage in a skimpy bikini and attempting to walk in high heels as I'm being watched and judged scares the crap out of me. Not to mention the prospect of looking like an Oompa Loompa with all that fake tan!!

But last week it suddenly dawned on me that in 6 months I turn 35, yikes! Surely it hasn't been 10 years since I turned 25 and suffered my quarter life crisis, is it too early for a mid life crisis?!

So with my 35th birthday now only 6 months away I've decided to commit to doing a comp and what better day to do one than the day after my birthday. At least I can then celebrate with champagne and cake after the comp!!

Am I crazy, probably, am I determined to give this a go, absolutely. The next 6 months will test me both physically and mentally but I'm up for the challenge and maybe ticking something off the bucket list won't make turning 35 seem quite so bad afterall.