❤ 9 November 2013
❤ Mt Lyford Lodge, North Canterbury, New Zealand
❤ 9 November 2013
❤ Mt Lyford Lodge, North Canterbury, New Zealand
Fabulous words of encouragement for a bad day ❤
*A compilation of worldwide YouTube content, the crowd-sourced documentary “Life in a Day” by Kevin Macdonald, and local footage by Jon Goodgion. Audio is the spoken word poem “Instructions For a Bad Day” by Shane Koyczan.
I know it’s been a while since I updated my blog (again!), but to be honest, life’s been fairly busy.
My husband and I got married on November 9 2013 and then we were away on a honeymoon for a week and a half. Then Christmas hit, then New Years, and more trips away, and so on and so forth. But, I’m back and hope to be blogging regularly again now that life is a little less hectic. I hope you’ve all had a safe and happy holiday season and 2014 is off to a great start for you.
While I’m getting some more posts written up, feel free to check out a small selection of our wedding photos.
In my post last week about Chicken Pox, I made mention of being a little annoyed at my GP telling me I had some sort of skin condition that was supposedly “stress related”…
My reasoning for being a little annoyed is that I hate admitting to anyone that I’m feeling a little stressed, and I especially hate admitting it to myself. I’ve always seen it as a sign of weakness when it comes to ME, even though I’m well aware it isn’t. I know it is human nature, and perfectly natural. And I’m always the first person to tell someone else that they should NOT feel bad admitting that they’re a bit stressed! I just have stupidly high expectations of myself, which I guess is why I have ended up with such a run down immune system lately (refer to my glandular fever post). So for my body to be putting the fact that I’m a bit stressed out on display (on my skin!) for all and sundry to view, it seems like my body is committing the ultimate sin against me!
To be perfectly honest with you, I have found organising a wedding and all that goes with it to be a RATHER stressful affair. Your wedding day is supposed to be the best day of your life right? So I had taken it upon myself to throw myself into planning every last little detail, in GREAT detail (which by the way isn’t REALLY needed, who actually remembers all the minor details anyway?!!). None of my immediate family live nearby, so I’ve had to do pretty much everything myself (and I don’t like delegating, as the perfectionist in me doesn’t like to ask others to do things for me in case they don’t do it the same way I would!)
The wedding day is supposed to be PERFECT! All of those wedding magazines and well meaning (if not mis-informed) friends paint such a picture that organising a wedding should be such a fun, glorious, glamorous and stress-free exercise. So in part I guess I was stressed about actually being stressed organising the wedding, because it seemed like everyone organising a wedding was having the time of their life, and without a care in the world (or a second thought for their bank account balance!).
You see, I am a perfectionist in most things (again, a reflection of my stupidly high expectations of myself), with our wedding being no exception. I don’t like to upset or disappoint people either… But after having a long talk with my fiance, he has bought me back down to ground level. He not-so-gently reminded me that this is OUR wedding, not everyone else’s… What we want, and what we say goes. No more buckling to other people’s pressures and demands for OUR wedding. NO MORE STRESSING!
Now I just need to remember that I don’t need to stress about the wedding, the cost, the guest list, and the list goes on! There are better ways of dealing with stress and pressure, rather than running myself into the ground and stressing to the point that even my skin is trying break free of me!
When all else fails, I hug my fiance or my best friends (if they’re nearby), hug my dogs, hug my teddy bear, hell, I hug whatever I have closest to me that makes me happy, take deep breaths and try to stress less! x
Those of you who’ve been following my blog for a while (or you’ve checked out my Favourites page), will know I LOVE music.
As today is such a glorious day (let’s face it, most days above ground are fairly glorious!), I thought I’d share with you the latest song / music video from one of New Zealand’s hottest new bands – Devilskin. Not only are Devilskin one of the best things to come out of New Zealand since 42 Below Vodka (or those wise words from the New Zealand Police Force), they’re also incredibly talented, and are not signed to any specific record label as yet. (It really is only a matter of time before they make it big on the international rock / metal stage!)
I am constantly hitting the replay on Spotify, this song is absolutely rad!
Go on, hit the Play button, you know you want to!
10 Myths About Introverts
(As someone who is far more introvert than extrovert, I can totally relate to this!)
Introverts are people whose energy tends to expand through reflection and dwindle during interaction. They often take pleasure in solitary activities such as reading, writing, music, drawing, tinkering, playing video games, watching movies and plays, and using computers. The archetypal artist, writer, sculptor, engineer, composer, and inventor are all highly introverted. An introvert is likely to enjoy time spent alone and find less reward in time spent with large groups of people. They prefer to concentrate on a single activity at a time and like to observe situations before they participate. Introverts are easily overwhelmed by too much stimulation from social gatherings and engagement. They are more analytical before speaking.
Introversion is not the same as being shy or being a social outcast. Introverts prefer solitary activities over social ones, whereas shy people (who may be extraverts at heart) avoid social encounters out of fear, and the social outcast has little choice in the matter of his or her solitude.
This is not true. Introverts just don’t talk unless they have something to say. They hate small talk. Get an introvert talking about something they are interested in, and they won’t shut up for days.
Shyness has nothing to do with being an Introvert. Introverts are not necessarily afraid of people. What they need is a reason to interact. They don’t interact for the sake of interacting. If you want to talk to an Introvert, just start talking. Don’t worry about being polite.
Introverts often don’t see a reason for beating around the bush with social pleasantries. They want everyone to just be real and honest. Unfortunately, this is not acceptable in most settings, so Introverts can feel a lot of pressure to fit in, which they find exhausting.
On the contrary, Introverts intensely value the few friends they have. They can count their close friends on one hand. If you are lucky enough for an introvert to consider you a friend, you probably have a loyal ally for life. Once you have earned their respect as being a person of substance, you’re in.
Nonsense. Introverts just don’t like to go out in public FOR AS LONG. They also like to avoid the complications that are involved in public activities. They take in data and experiences very quickly, and as a result, don’t need to be there for long to “get it.” They’re ready to go home, recharge, and process it all. In fact, recharging is absolutely crucial for Introverts.
Introverts are perfectly comfortable with their own thoughts. They think a lot. They daydream. They like to have problems to work on, puzzles to solve. But they can also get incredibly lonely if they don’t have anyone to share their discoveries with. They crave an authentic and sincere connection with ONE PERSON at a time.
Introverts are often individualists. They don’t follow the crowd. They’d prefer to be valued for their novel ways of living. They think for themselves and because of that, they often challenge the norm. They don’t make most decisions based on what is popular or trendy.
Introverts are people who primarily look inward, paying close attention to their thoughts and emotions. It’s not that they are incapable of paying attention to what is going on around them, it’s just that their inner world is much more stimulating and rewarding to them.
Introverts typically relax at home or in nature, not in busy public places. Introverts are not thrill seekers and adrenaline junkies. If there is too much talking and noise going on, they shut down. Their brains are too sensitive to the neurotransmitter called Dopamine. Introverts and Extroverts have different dominant neuro-pathways. Just look it up.
A world without Introverts would be a world with few scientists, musicians, artists, poets, filmmakers, doctors, mathematicians, writers, and philosophers. That being said, there are still plenty of techniques an Extrovert can learn in order to interact with Introverts. (Yes, I reversed these two terms on purpose to show you how biased our society is.) Introverts cannot “fix themselves” and deserve respect for their natural temperament and contributions to the human race. In fact, one study (Silverman, 1986) showed that the percentage of Introverts increases with IQ.
Approximately five weeks ago I thought I was gettin’ down with the poxy Chicken Pox (for the second time in my life no less). Stu and I had been cutting firewood all day and when we got home and had showers etc, I was covered in rather Chicken Poxy looking vesicles/spots.
After a quick call in to work, I arranged to work from home for the day and made a phone call to the GP’s office enquiring about whether I would need to go see him or even whether I should be out in public, not wanting to infect others and all! I ended up going to an appointment there in the afternoon and he confirmed the rash as Chicken Pox and advised me not to leave the house for the next two weeks. (Fun times, not so much!)
So I had an extremely boring two weeks where I worked from home (I’m lucky that 99% of my job can be done remotely, so I don’t need to be in the office at work all the time) and left the house a sum total of four times. After all, groceries needed doing, and I couldn’t bring myself to allow someone else to pick out the “correct” fruit for me at the supermarket! (Yes I know, pedantic much?!)
At the end of the most boring two weeks of my life to date (note to the Universe, that statement is not a challenge), I was still having new spots pop up each day… What to do now?! I know, another GP appointment (more $$). During this appointment, he said “hmmm, I don’t think you actually have chicken pox, I think it’s a stress related rash – I’ll refer you to a skin specialist”.
By now, I was a little annoyed at having paid $80 for two GP appointments where he hadn’t actually been that helpful, and perhaps more annoyed at being told I had something that was “stress related”.
So off I trotted to another appointment (more $$, sigh). The skin specialist was extremely thorough though and made a note of my symptoms (extremely tired, headaches, THAT dastardly skin rash etc). He then confirmed what I had already started to think… Glandular Fever! (Also known as “Kissing Disease”, Mono or whatever you’d like to call it!) He prescribed a double dose of antihistamines daily for four weeks and said that should clear the “Chicken Pox rash” up. (Three weeks on and I’m still getting new spots each day eeeekkk… Note to the spots “Listen up real good, right, you listening?! You’ve got exactly 5 days to stop appearing before we see the skin specialist again for the one month check up, or there’ll be trouble!)
The skin fella advised me that the only way to get rid of the “glange” was to do a whole lot of resting, relaxing and then more RESTING. He then said that the causes of “glange” were low immune systems and/or stress (that bloody stress word again), and proceeded to ask questions… Was I under any more stress than usual? How was my Endometriosis at present? How was my arthritis?
The answer to all of his questions, YES… Yes I was more stressed than usual (wedding planning is no small task as it turns out!). Yes my Endo was playing up big time (more surgery due any day now). And Yes my arthritis appears to be firing on all cylinders/joints. And BANG, just like that the skin specialist confirmed it – Glandular Fever. So I had shelled out $80 to the GP, and then $90 to the skin specialist. In hindsight, I should’ve just short-cutted the whole process and gone straight to the skin specialist!
So 5 and a bit weeks on from the first spots appearing, I think I’m finally starting to feel my energy levels climbing back up. The spots ARE still appearing each day, so I’m really really hoping that they bugger off fairly soon!