June 26, 2010

attitude of gratitude


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It's good to say thank you. The ability to be thankful, no matter what your circumstances, is a spectacular thing. Having an attitude of gratitude is like a different breed of optimism. I don't classify myself as either an optimist or pessimist but I do know that I moan and complain too often. But being thankful can turn that negativity on its head.

At the current time I am sick - which is an absolute pain in my bottom and I have been bored to tears and sick of myself every day this week. But there are two ways I can choose to think of this - the negative approach: "I feel like crap, there’s nothing to do and I’m so bored," OR “It’s not the best situation but I'm thankful that I have medication, a warm bed/house, copious amounts of food and things to do."

Being thankful for what we do have instead of complaining about what we don't have makes life far more enjoyable. Even though I forget this on a regular basis, when I do remember to be thankful I am a far happier person. So from here on in I am going to have an attitude of gratitude. Today, I am thankful for the M&M doughnuts that came home from Woolies and also for my family who have looked after me this week and lifted my mood considerably.

What are you thankful for?

June 16, 2010

judging a book

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So we've all been told at some time or another to "not judge a book by its cover". But the thing is - it's jolly hard. To take the metaphor literally, (which one should probably never do), I actually do first judge a book by what is on the outside. Unless I already know of the author, I will prowl library shelves and it's the cover art that urges me to reach out and grab it. It is then that I pay more attention to the title, and the tag line and the synopsis - but the cover is what first takes my attention.

The same happens with people. As much as we're not supposed to - everyone will first form an opinion based on ones looks. It's easy to think "they're dumb" about one with peroxide hair, or "they're bogan" about someone wearing head to toe Jay Jays. I am sorry to say that I do this way more often than I should. This happens for me at work - where I host kids birthday parties - where I have to deal with approximately 2-4 sets of parents per week. When they walk through the door I always find my brain taking in their appearance to form an opinion which usually is false.

Take yesterday for example, where I had a mother who wore knee high boots, a polo shirt, sweater and ponytail and a father who wore boots, flared jeans, a shirt and a vest. This sort of thoughts enter my mind - "they look like they could own a country club with their own stables so that must mean they are rich and super snobby". But this of course proved wrong. The mother made sure to introduce me to most of the guests at the party, they smiled and spoke to me as an equal, offered me a piece of birthday cake and were just genuinely lovely people. Other times I have parents who I think are bogans and will be rude and try to fudge money - but I am proved wrong again. And then there is the occasional instance when I think they will be lovely but they are the snottiest, rudest and most immature parents I have come across.

So I just want to say sorry for every time I have formed opinion about someone before I took the chance to get to know them. Judging a book by its cover is SO easy to do but is pretty much always wrong - because first impressions are just that. First.

June 5, 2010

melbourne, how i love thee

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Soooooooo I went to Melbourne, and I loved it. As a late birthday present Mum and I had an overnight stay in the city centre and shopped and shopped and shopped and shopped. Oh, and what great fun it was. Something about the gritty footpaths and high rise buildings and alternative folk make me feel right at home. This time we stayed at the Grand Chancellor in Lonsdale Street which was just next to a Greek Precent - so every time we left the hotel we would pass blue and white decor, baklava filled windows and men smoking cigars.

I've been to Melbourne twice before - the same type of trip with Mum three years ago and just for the day during an airport lull with my dad and brother. We had never really branched out of the city centre so this time we decided to see a bit more of the outer city. Brunswick Street was our first stop for the trip and I've got to say a little disappointing. I love opshopping and retro clothing so everyone told me "Oh, you'll LOVE Brunswick Street!" But I found it to be a tad uninspiring and pricy (much like the vintage stores in the city). Melbourne has this thing where second-hand clothes are sold for about triple the price they should be. Like, a pair of old boots that originally cost about 30 bucks being sold secondhand for 65 because they're 'vintage'. No offence Melbourne, but opshopping is better at home.

Spencer Street DFO is good and has yet failed to disappoint me. They have some nice stationery shops like Smiggle and Typo, some good clothes and of course Converse. A fair chunk of my shopping was purchased there. Bridge Road was our next visit, which is just a long busy street lined with outlet stores. Both Mum and I bought a pair of shoes here (even though mine were only Havaianas) and then decided to head back. It's quite odd really, considering my loathing of public transport, but I actually enjoyed navigating my way through the tram system. We caught one out to Lygon St for dinner, where we found a cute Italian cafe. We sat at the tables on the footpath and ate gourmet pizza and calamari while we sipped on our Lemon, Lime and Bitters.

Mum and Dad chose a good time for me and Mum to come away because everywhere had their stocktake sales on. So we did a bit of late night shopping at Myer and almost got lost as the Melbourne store is positively huge. After a buffet breakfast the next morning we decided to just shop around the city centre where I bought a new pair of Converses, was not left alone by a pushy dress sales assistant and made a new friend, Doreen. We found the CUTEst place for lunch called Hopetoun Tearooms which sold little sandwiches, pots of tea and basically the best desserts to ever exist.

Some general observations I picked up from Melbourne were that there are like 62.34 billion 7 Eleven's, everyone smokes and people just wear whatever the heck they want. The trip was absolutely wonderful and the only bad part was having to return home.