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When we were growing up, we never went to the sea on holiday. For us, family holidays meant my dad’s 4X4 bakkie pulling a Jurgens caravan through the Kruger National Park. On a recent weekend away to Madikwe Game Reserve I was reminded of some … Continue reading
If it’s not Taylor Swift telling me she’s like, never ever, whatever getting back together, or Bieber believer vomit fever, there’s just no escaping the teeny bopper music dominating the airwaves today.
But there is one song, sung by Miley Cyrus which I just can’t get enough of. In fact, it’s the cheesiest one of the lot, but the words are so incredible that I often listen to it, just to remind myself that no matter how stressed out I am at work, no matter how tough my running races are, no matter what I may be going through right now, I’ll get through it…
Below are the words and I trust you will survive Monday and have a good week!
I can almost see it. That dream I am dreaming. But there’s a voice inside my head saying, “You’ll never reach it.”
Every step I’m taking, every move I make feels lost with no direction. My faith is shaking. But I gotta keep trying. Gotta keep my head held high.
There’s always gonna be another mountain. I’m always gonna wanna make it move. Always gonna be a uphill battle. Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose.
Ain’t about how fast I get there. Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side. It’s the climb.
The struggles I’m facing, the chances I’m taking. Sometimes might knock me down, but no, I’m not breaking.
I may not know it but these are the moments that I’m gonna remember most, yeah just gotta keep going.
And I got to be strong. Just keep pushing on.
‘Cause there’s always gonna be another mountain. I’m always gonna wanna make it move. Always gonna be a uphill battle. Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose.
Ain’t about how fast I get there. Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side. It’s the climb, yeah!
There’s always gonna be another mountain. I’m always gonna wanna make it move. Always gonna be an uphill battle. Somebody’s gonna have to lose.
Ain’t about how fast I get there Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side It’s the climb, yeah!
Keep on moving, keep climbing. Keep the faith, baby. It’s all about, it’s all about the climb. Keep the faith, keep your faith…
“The Climb” – Miley Cyrus
1. Spring has arrived and all the annuals in my garden are blossoming! 2. Breakfast with KK at Junipa’s (Hobart Centre). 3. Supper with my bestie at Red Rabbit. 4. Driving home from work with my sunroof open. 5. Emma after her visit to the spa. 6. Finding my childhood favourite chips: Kreols! 7. Mirrors on wall of friend’s house. 8. Spontaneous pizza take-out – where else but Andiccio. 9. Pedi #happyfeet
I happened to attend a breakfast recently where 2010 Australian Masterchef runner-up, Callum Hann, was the guest.
Over cups of coffee and way too much chocolate, Callum did a cooking presentation to the crowd, wowing us with his knowledge of desserts and quirky local jokes.
His presentation focussed on a brief overview of what life has been like since the competition and his travels around the world. But it was his introduction that really made an impact on me.
Callum described how it was only after the competition when he watched re-runs of the show that he noticed that he had a lisp. I was gobsmacked! For those who may or may not remember Callum, the guy has a serious lisp! He went on to add that he also realised that he made weird and funny facial expressions when he got nervous. Seriously? How could he not know this? His face jumps all over the place!
But it left me wondering. Is there something about myself or something that I did that I was not aware of? Did I have a funny twitch? Did I make weird facial expressions? Or worse, a lisp! What if I have a lisp and cannot hear myself? Are there things I just don’t want to see?
I’ve sometimes watched my shadow when I run. I don’t have a graceful, relaxed look about my pace. I have caught myself slouching way too much during the day at my desk. My posture is terrible. And since primary school, I’ve also hated my knees. *knock knees will never be cool, unless I appear in an episode of Glee*.
Schucks, these are just things at the top of my head. What about the things I don’t see?
Wait… Maybe it’s a good thing I don’t have an idea what else is quirky/weird/silly about myself. I already tend to give all the negative aspects of my life way too much attention. It’s better if I didn’t have anything more to stress about.
But for now, if I do lisp, please let me know!
(Google Images: Morgan deBoer)
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