My blogging mojo popped out for some milk a little while ago, and hasn’t come back.
This blog is meant to be about an Australian mother in the UK. But I’m now an Australian mother in Australia. Not that there’s anything especially radical or interesting about being an Aussie overseas, far from it really.But at least I felt slightly (and I mean VERY slightly) interesting.
“I found my purple pen today – I thought I’d lost it!”
“I’ve rediscovered Ricky Martin!”
But I love writing, although yes, that is an overly generous description of what this actually is. I’m feeling at a bit of a crossroads in a few ways, perhaps brought on by the fact both children will be at school next year. Anyway, I’m thinking about what work I want to do in the future. Is it time for a big change? Do I want to study? And for someone who hates studying so much, what am I doing even contemplating it? Will someone pay me to drink tea and play with my kids in the garden all day? Can I make a living typing any old thing that comes into my mind?
And then it’s not long before my mind starts to wonder into meaningless drivel. Why does my hair look so crap when I curl it? What is it like to have your own helipad? Does anyone like their own knees?
Anyway, I’m looking for inspiration but in the meantime I’m happy. And if none of this makes sense, then good for you. You’ve got things more sorted than I do!