Why I Write

Why I Write

 

I often get asked Why I Write.  My usual response is ‘Oh it’s just a bit of a hobby.’

But recently I have been thinking, is it a hobby or is it more than that? And why do I write about such personal stuff.

I think the best answer I can give is that I do it in the hope that someone out there who is going through a tough time might read something I have written and go ‘Wow, that’s exactly how I feel.’ and know that they are not alone out there. They may even find something in my writing that will help them find a solution to their problem or make them feel better about their situation.

It’s a bit like reading a really great book and being able to identify with a character really well.  You feel like you know that character because that character could so easily be you.  Sometimes I find myself wishing that I could express how I feel as well as some authors do.

I have always been a writer, even when I was younger. I kept a diary for quite a few years or oftentimes when I was in turmoil I would just write stuff down on a bit of paper. It helped clear my thoughts.

Much of what I have written here has been very personal but writing it down has been very cathartic in some ways. Almost like therapy!

Also, these days many people lead such busy lives and are looking for tips they can implement in their own lives. People want to know how to save money, they want to know how to keep the house clean and organised, they want to know how to raise good kids. So if something I write can help another person then that surely has to be a good thing.

Another big reason for me is that writing and blogging keeps my brain active. I have a slightly higher chance of getting Alzheimers Disease because of my Mum. Every piece of research I’ve ever read suggests that keeping your brain active and learning new skills is an important way of keeping the ‘Big A’ away. Blogging has certainly been a big learning curve for me. There is still lot’s of techy stuff that I’m not sure about, but when I start talking about blogging to someone I realise how much I have learnt.

Do you write or have a hobby? How do you keep your brain active?

 

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50 and Fabulous!

Today I turned 50.  I have been on this Earth for half a century, which makes me sound a lot older than when you just say ‘I’m 50.’

I have no issue with turning 50.  I am very happy with where I am in life and I feel as though I have achieved a lot in my first 50 years.  From humble beginnings as the youngest daughter of farmers, the formative years of my life were not always easy (You can read about my Unconventional Childhood HERE) but I still managed to achieve what I wanted to.  From the age of about 9 I never wanted to do anything else other than join the Police Force and this I did at 19, spending 14 years as an officer, before leaving to have my babies.

Despite a very short lived marriage just before my 30th birthday I was able to pick myself back up and find and eventually marry my soul mate. We will celebrate 20 years of togetherness next year and I can honestly say that we rarely fight and still have the ability to make each other laugh.

I feel blessed to have this man in my life.

I feel blessed to have this man in my life.

I have two of the most awesome kids who I am so proud of.  They are both smart, funny and kind.  I’m sure they don’t know how much I love them, but every time I look at them my heart swells a little bit more. I am grateful that we have not as yet encountered some of the angst that other parents experience when raising teenagers.

I am comfortable in my skin and no longer look in the mirror and wish for things that I don’t have, like bigger boobs or a flat tummy.  I have some grey hairs and more than a few wrinkles but they are just the road map of our life journey.

Along the way I have lost family and friends – some it was their time others were taken tragically and way to young.  But life goes on and we learn to heal and remember the good rather than the bad.

This sums how I view life perfectly. {IMAGE CREDIT UNKNOWN}

This sums how I view life perfectly. {IMAGE CREDIT UNKNOWN}

I have an amazing bunch of friends – some have been almost lifelong friends, whilst others have been found in more recent years.  Some I see almost every week, others I may not see for years, but they are such special friends that when we do catch up, the intervening years just fall away.

Mr B and I have some exciting plans for working and travelling around Australia when the kids finish school in the next couple of years.  We only had a short time together as a couple before the kids came along so we are looking forward to it just being the two of us for awhile.

I have also made a conscious decision to leave behind some very negative influences in my life and I don’t for one second regret that decision.  We all have baggage in our lives but at some point we have to realise that it is weighing us down and just let it go!

We may not have a lot of money or the most up to date furniture in our home, but it is a home and it is filled with love and plenty of laughter, which is what life is all about. Life is good.

How old are you and are you comfortable with where you are in life?  I know I am.

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Anzac Day 2015

“They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.”

Lest We Forget

My Dad served in the Australian Army during World War II. Despite not talking much about his experiences during the war we knew that he was proud of his military service, so Anzac Day was always an important day for him and even when he was in his 80’s and starting to become quite frail he would still insist on marching.

Dad and Miss M - although she was only 5 she was so excited about going to see her Poppy march.

Dad and Miss M – although she was only 5 she was so excited about going to see her Poppy march.

I obtained Dad’s service records a few years ago (you can do this through the National Archives of Australia) and this gave me more information about his service.

Dad was a member of the 2/10 Australian Transport Platoon.  He commenced Full Time War Service in December 1941 at the age of 21.  He undertook his basic training at Glenfield on the outskirts of Sydney.  As part of the transport corp I know he had responsibility for delivering supplies between Sydney and the army base at Singleton.  He also got to drive ‘the brass’ around sometimes and he liked doing this as the food was better.

He was also a member of the Australian Army Tank Brigade prior to being transferred to the 2/10.  In May, 1945 he arrived in Cairns and only a couple of short weeks later found himself on the Indonesian island of Morotai.  Morotai Island was captured by the Japanese in early 1942.  Morotai’s southern plain was taken by American forces in 1944 during the Battle of Morotai and it was used as a staging point for the Allied invasion of the Philippines in early 1945, and of Borneo in May and June of that same year.

My Dad in his full uniform - a very rare and precious photo.

My Dad in his full uniform – a very rare and precious photo.

He arrived at Balikpapan on the eastern side of what was then known as Borneo, on the 22nd June, 1945.  The Battle of Balikpapan was the concluding stage of the Borneo campaign.  Troops made an amphibious landing and that is one thing Dad did talk about.  He wasn’t a big man – only weighing about eight and half or nine stone and he couldn’t swim and they were made to wade ashore with their packs, rifles and boots held above their heads in dim, pre-dawn light.  It must have been a terrifying experience or maybe the thought of the trouble they would get into from the Platoon Sergeant if they dropped anything in the water made it more frightening.

The Battle of Balikpapan was one of the last to occur in World War II.  I have no idea of what role my father may have played in that but the following photo shows him standing on the running board of his truck with what can only be a Japanese POW in the back of his truck.

Dad standing on the running board of his truck with possibly a Japanese POW in the back.

Dad standing on the running board of his truck with possibly a Japanese POW in the back.

He was shipped back to Australia at the conclusion of the war in late November 1945 and was discharged on the 12th December, 1945.  His sacrifice will never be forgotten by me or my children.

 

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