Time to Think

For the last week I've not been 'feeling it' blogging wise, I haven't been inspired to write anything and I don't see much point in writing something just to say I have. I did try last week to force some inspiration by looking through some prompts. I wrote something I wasn't hugely proud of and figured I would just take a break instead. 

If only I could sit here and think...

So, for now that's what I'm going to do. The kids break up on Friday (4th April) for two weeks and I thought this would be a good chance for me to figure out what it is I want to do. I love writing and blogging but other things seem to get left behind when I'm concentrating on blogging. My book isn't any further along than it was a couple of months ago and I'm disappointed in myself for allowing this to happen. The break will hopefully do me good and I can come back refreshed and have lots to talk about. Or I'll come back to say I'll be blogging less... we'll see.

A Knock

These last few days I've been finding it difficult to write so this morning I was trawling the internet for inspiration. Some people say if you're not 'feeling' it then don't force it but I think sometimes you just need to try and push past the block.

Greyscale pvc door

After a couple of hours I managed to find a prompt site and was half inspired by one of the prompts so here we go, here's what I came up with.

A knock on the door in the middle of the night is never a good thing...

I pried my eyes open wondering what the hammering was. The boom echoed through the house and I heard the door shaking in its frame. I glanced at the clock, 3am, and heaved back the covers, huffing. Three bangs again and I grabbed my dressing gown, slipped it on and ran down the stairs. I knew he’d do it again, just as soon as he said he’d be going out with friends. Another late night, him banging on the door because he couldn’t find his keys. Stumbling into the house with his arms flailing as he tried to kiss me and tell me he was sorry, again. It was getting old.

He banged on the door again and I swore, if he woke the kids up he would suffer. It took me 3 hours to get Sam to sleep. The last thing I needed now was for him to be woken up. The keys jangled as I grabbed them and turned them in the keyhole. The bracing wind blew in, sending goosebumps over my body, as I opened the door. Half asleep I stepped back with the door wide open.

“Um, Miss?”

I looked at the person standing in my doorway. The yellow hi-vis jacket stunned me and when I looked at his face my heart jumped into my throat.

“Are you Mrs Kent?” The policeman said.


“Mrs Kent, I’m afraid your husband has been involved in an incident.”

“Oh great.”

My shoulders sagged and I began cursing him under my breath. I’d have to get the kids up and go fetch him.

“What’s he done this time?”

“Um, Mrs Kent… He didn’t do anything. Earlier this evening he was stabbed and rushed to hospital.”


“I’m sorry Mrs Kent but he didn’t make it.”


My head was spinning. Did he really just say that?

It's not much but I've tried.

What do you do to try and banish the block? Do you have a trick you'd like to share with the rest of us who are struggling? Please?


Space & Respect

I have always loved anything to do with Space. Constellations, comets, planets and meteors spark my inquisitive mind. I love looking out on a clear night and seeing all the sparkling stars and planets in our sky. I particularly enjoy spotting the different constellations and even bought a telescope (not a good one) to see more.

Space Shuttle Atlantis at Kennedy Space Centre, Florida

The moon can be truly mesmerising sometimes and I still marvel at the fact that humans have actually set foot on it. This is certainly something that I would never have the courage to do, I hate flying in a plane so just the idea of venturing into space fills me with fear. I respect those men and women that have done, they've allowed us to find out all kinds of things about space and the moon.

Having watched Gravity recently I realised what dangers these men and women face every time they step into that space shuttle. They pass through the atmosphere and hurtle towards the ground on re-entry and there's always a chance something could go wrong. Like Columbia.


Here we are again, Thursday and time for Prose for Thought. I was looking through the poems I've written for this linky yesterday and since I started I've written 8 poems and 3 short fiction pieces. I do love Prose for Thought because it trains me to be thinking about creative writing every week.

Lake and trees with blue sky

Yesterday I wrote a poem and really surprised myself by crying at some of my own writing. Not something I ever thought would happen but I guess it's all part of the writing journey. Here's the poem, I hope you like it...


Floating above, I look down
A chill throughout my bones
Blurred vision and a frown
Enter the unknown

They are sitting, dressed in white
Lillies atop my casket
Flowers surround, summery and bright
Little one holding a basket

Lines run down their faces
Tissues in sleeves and hand
They think I’m gone, no more traces
Never again will I touch that land

I did not want to leave
And have to say goodbye
Please, please, a reprieve?
Tell them it was a lie

Can’t stand the thought of them alone
Without me in their life
No one there to be a mother
No one there to be a wife

The light arrives to take me
It’s pulling my soul away
I’m searching for a way to flee?
I’m begging, I want to stay!

Goodbye my sons and wonderful man
I wish you all the best
It seems that someone had a plan
To put you to the test

I’ll be watching, just let go
Let go of the pain someday
I’m not ill, I hope you know
Someone took it all away

Safe and sound, peaceful at home
Nothing more to feel
At our house now, not the unknown
Please know that I’m all healed

Prose for Thought
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Writing and Emotion

Since starting my writing journey I've found one of the most difficult things to do is inject feeling into the words. A lot of the time they're just words and unless you can feel things along with the character then it's just a waste of time. I've read lots of books that have made me laugh out loud and cry and these are the books I've enjoyed most, proving my point.

Gold fish in a pond
A source of inspiration

This afternoon I've been writing my poem for Prose for Thought tomorrow and was struggling a little. I couldn't make the right words appear on the screen. I really thought the block had arrived and I wasn't going to be able to get anything done. I paused for a while and thought about it, took a break and came back. When I did the words were there, waiting for me to hit the keyboard. I tapped away and before I knew it there was a poem staring back at me.

I have read, on many occasions, about writers being moved to tears by their characters or just sobbing while writing passages. Always thinking it was a bit ridiculous I never imagined that it would happen to me but as I read through my poem tears trickled down my face. How extraordinary!

The poem I wrote is meant to be sad but it doesn't come from any experience I've had myself and yet I cried. Real tears. It has unnerved me a little, I mean, do people really do that?! Usually I can keep check of any emotions while writing, I acknowledge them but don't let them out. This one though, blindsided me. Is this the beginning of me laughing at myself and punching something when a character gets angry? Am I entering a whole new phase of the writing journey in which I slowly go insane while talking to fictional people?

As a writer have you ever been surprised by your own words? Have you made yourself laugh or cry?

If you'd like to read my poem I'll be posting it tomorrow and linking it up to Victoria Welton's #Prose4T (Prose for Thought).

Cross-stitch Progress Week 8

Below you'll see two more photos of the progress I'm making with this huge cross-stitch project that I've taken on. I love how every time I take a photo the picture feels like it's growing.

Week 6
Week 8

iPad, Laptop or Pen & Paper?

In January 1984 the very first Mac was released, known then as the "Apple Macintosh". Looking nothing like the sleek and attractive machines they have today this Mac was available to buy for $2,495 and had a keyboard and mouse. I was three years old at the time and this would have completely passed me by.

The very first Apple Macintosh - 1984!

Fast forward thirty years and Apple is a household name, they have revolutionised the way we view technology. They have made my life far easier, I have an iPhone which holds all of my personal information. My diary, text messages, birthdays, phone calls but most importantly my blogging reminders, twitter information and internet connectivity. I am never in a place where I can't be contacted in some way. 

Growing up I always used a pen and paper to note things down. It wasn't until I was working in an office and had money coming in that I was able to buy myself a home computer and even then it was very out of date. In more recent years I haven't felt the need to use a pen very much at all. My phone has a notes app which is available on all of my devices. This means that I can be out of the house and write a note about blogging, come home and view that note on my Mac. Brilliant.

If you read this blog regularly you'll know that I have an iMac and a Macbook both of which I use, a lot. I don't feel the need to have a pen and paper at hand because I always have my phone and it has a notes app. This app allows me to view my notes on all of my devices, including the iMac. All of these machines have completely changed how I view my work. I no longer have to wonder how long I will have to wait for windows to boot up or see any strange messages popping up. I don't have to rummage in the bottom of my handbag searching for a pen, I just grab my phone. The day I began using Apple products was the day I was converted. It is like a breath of fresh air and I will never go back.

The iPad Air - look how beautiful it is!
I was talking to a friend of mine this morning about the iPad and she was telling me she didn't really know how to use it. She knew how to get onto the internet but she didn't know that if you press the home button twice a different view opens up. This view shows you all of the apps you have open at that time. This is just one of many features that Apple use to make the iPad feel intuitive. My friend said she didn't really know a lot about how to use the iPad and that got me thinking. How many mums these days have no idea about the technology their children are using on a daily basis?

I guess I'm lucky in a way because the hubby works in the industry so I am aware of all the new features and products and am able to see whether or not they would be useful. I do think it's important to know about the devices our children use and what they can actually do. This got me wondering about how many of the mums I know have the very same problem. Could I be the one to teach them? I'd have to learn along the way too but I wonder how many of those mums would appreciate another mum telling them how to use this new technology. 

Not a day goes by when I don't use the iPad, iPhone or Mac and although this is a lot of screen time I am embracing it. I would much rather understand the things that my children are using, at least then I know what is possible and what they need to be protected from. I've been toying with the idea of approaching the Head at my children's school to see if she would be interested in me holding a class for parents. Of course this would be another commitment to take time away from other stuff but I feel like this is something I could actually do, another thing to make me proud of myself.

Do you prefer pen and paper or tech? If there was a class where you could learn about technology would you attend? What kind of things would you like to learn about?

Mama and More

Changing Me

I haven't written anything for the Magic Moments linky for a few weeks what with no school last week and the previous Monday being so hectic so I'm pleased that I can finally link up. 

For the last few weeks I think I've been going through a bit of a change. I'm trying to lose weight, have found a love for exercise and just today have had my hair cut short. Most women can probably relate when I say that I often have phases where I want to change something and it is often my hair. Just lately though I seem to be concentrating on my well-being and how I feel about myself rather than just how I look. This is quite a turnaround from a few years ago when I couldn't have cared less about my well-being.

Also at the beginning of this year I pledged to blog every weekday and although that hasn't really happened (skipping due to unforeseen circumstances) I'm glad that most of the time I've managed it. Once I'd got the routine down I began working on my novel again, squeezing that in after blogging. Then came the walking with friends on a Tuesday morning and yoga on a Friday not to mention all of the housework. 

I've tried to be proactive about getting things done but sometimes I just want to sit and do nothing. I mean, a hot cup of coffee while doing a jigsaw or catching the local news would be nice. Sometimes the housework builds up, the commenting on blogs doesn't happen and the novel stays unedited for days. For some reason the time slips away and before I know it it's bedtime and I'm completely wiped out. The moment my head hits that pillow I'm asleep.

I'm hoping that once my body gets used to the new routine I can train it to allow me to get more done. I want to be able to get that giant pile of ironing done without feeling like something else is being left behind. I'd like to have a spotless house on a daily basis but I also want to blog and work on my novel. I'm determined to find that extra motivation I need to get these things done and I think the exercise is going to play a huge part in it. Whenever I do exercise first thing I'm ready for the day and get plenty done so maybe the answer is to do these walks on a daily basis?  Either way as this changing phase comes to an end I know what I need to do to achieve those goals I always talk about. 

My #WotW last week was change and this word feels right for me at the moment. I'm settling into new routines and regimes, I'm trying to find a balance between 'work' and play (more difficult than it seems) all whilst watching my boys grow faster than I ever imagined they would.

Now I'm beginning to feel more like 'me' than ever before, I'm the me I was supposed to be. Maybe it's about getting older and being more comfortable in my own skin, maybe it's this new exercise regime - I don't know. All I can say is I'm happy and I guess that's all that matters.

Are you going through changes, good or bad, and how do you feel about them?


I've been thinking about my Word of the Week since yesterday and I'm still not sure about it. It's been a strange one this week because of the kids being off school Monday and Tuesday and lots of other things going on. I think I've settled on 


Monday and Tuesday were kind of written off because of school being closed, or at least that's what I thought. The hubby decided on Monday that we would go and visit family and go for a walk seeing as it was nice. It ended up being a lovely walk with the boys, it really did them good. On Tuesday we had to stay at home, the hubby had to get work done and BP has a school project he's working on. Wednesday came and I thought it was Monday again, I nearly forgot BP's swimming kit and gave LP his football kit (which he doesn't need on a Wednesday) to take to school. 

Come Wednesday evening I thought the week had been a bit of a waste, it was seeming like I hadn't got much done (including exercise). But then late that night I got a text from one of the girls and we went walking Thursday morning. I've been to yoga this morning again and the instructor really pushed us this time and she's left me wondering if she went easy on us for our first time! It was tough but I still enjoyed it, so I guess that's good. Then this lunch time me and the hubby went for a walk instead of our usual sitting on bottoms while watching TV and eating. It was great to be outside again in the sun getting fresh air. 

Sometimes it can do us good to change things up, mess with our routine and generally get in our own way. It can make us see what we've been missing. Other times it can drive us mad when something doesn't go to plan. I'm still not sure how I feel about this past week, I got most of my exercise done and plenty of writing but for some reason still feel like I didn't achieve enough. Maybe I'm just trying to push myself too hard.

How do you feel when something unexpected happens? Do you thrive on the surprise or dread the day?

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Worth the Pain

With the kids being off school on Monday and Tuesday I didn't think I'd get a chance to do my walk with the girls this week. Luckily I got a text late last night and we arranged to do it this morning. Feeling much better about health lately and the weight is now slowly dropping off. What I've learned so far is that even though I might feel really worn out when walking (briskly) I actually feel far better once I've had a little rest.

Morgan's Milieu | Worth the Pain: Daytona Beach, the sea rolling in.
I wish I could walk at Daytona Beach, Florida every day!

Seeing as I've been yammering on about fitness and health just lately I thought it appropriate for this week's #Prose4T. This is pretty much how I feel while, and after, walking.

Worth the Pain

Legs like jelly and chest burn
Strap up the knee and rest?
Arms all heavy and pain earned
Pushing to the crest

Reach the top and almost scream
Body full of aches
Red hot skin emitting steam
Not long before it breaks

Keep the pace but downhill now
Faster legs will go
Pumping hard onto the ground
Can't let the torment show

Get to the end and smile wide
Filled with relief
Time to sit on the backside
Glad that that was brief

Knee wrapped up and resting too
Water in a glass
Close my eyes and catch a few
Wait for it to pass

Energy flows through the vein
Filling me with fire
Aches all gone and no more pain
Feel-good factor acquired

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Normality Restored

Boys back at school and me back in my office can mean only one thing, normality has resumed in the Prince residence. The school has been fixed and I couldn't be happier that they are back today, they've been driving me mad! I have been lucky in that the sun was shining on both Monday and Tuesday which meant they could play in the garden (which LP loved). We've been for a couple of walks too, through countryside and muddy fields but it was nice to be outside and the kids loved exploring.

I was slightly disappointed (ok, more than slightly) on Monday when I took the boys to school only to find it was closed. I'd been spending the whole weekend thinking about my book and got myself all excited about starting work on it properly. I felt like I'd had christmas morning snatched away from me, I was not a happy bunny. But then that's what being a mum is all about, adjusting to changing situations, constantly.

Yesterday afternoon I got a little research done and managed to make lots of new notes to help. I really got into the swing of it and it made me realise I'd missed a few things in the story which need to be put in at the appropriate moment. I'm looking forward to making those changes. 

Speaking of changes... My recent new-found love of exercise and having remembered how much I love writing has instigated a need in me. A need to change. At the moment I feel okay in myself, not unhealthy or unfit but just, I think I could do better. Also I've been growing my hair for about two years and it's the longest it's ever been thanks to a fantastic hairdresser who seems to be able to work wonders with my thick hair. But, like I said, I'm ready for a change so I'm having it cut short. A bob style I think. I'm very lucky that my wonderful hairdresser knows just what to do and has a plan (there's those plans again!).

I've also begun a new morning routine in which I moisturise my face, not something I've ever considered doing in the past because time seemed so short. Lately I've noticed dry skin appearing on my nose and lots of itching so I figured it's time. I'm not getting any younger after all. I love the idea of taking care of myself in all areas and I'm now on that road. I've already started looking after my body, eating more healthily and doing exercise, and I think if I use my motivation to take care of other things too I may finally be happy with myself. A goal I've been working towards for about 20 years.

I'm almost there and with a few less pounds and fewer inches I think I'd be really happy. Since having the boys I haven't spent much time thinking about myself but now that they're in school every day (mostly) and can entertain themselves I find more time for me. I want to use that time well, ensuring I write, exercise and look after myself. This body has got to last me for a long time and I don't intend sitting on my bottom when I'm 70 watching daytime TV. I want to be one of those ladies that get out into the world and enjoy life. After all you only have one don't you?

Do you ever think about later in life? What do you imagine yourself doing when in your 70's?


Where's the Time Gone?

First of all an apology is in order as I've not managed to comment on many blogs this weekend (or the whole week in fact) and I feel terrible. Usually I'm quite good at linking up and commenting but this weekend has just whizzed by and I feel like I've run out of time.

Not only that but yesterday and today I've had the kids at home unexpectedly because their school lost power. We had a text this morning saying they'd managed to get electric working again but the heating wasn't working so the school would be closed again. I'm hoping for normal routine to resume tomorrow but we'll see. It's so hard to do any writing when the kids are at home and as for reading or commenting on blogs, just forget it. They're constantly coming over to me and asking for sweets or a drink, or to play on the Xbox, or to go outside, or... well let's just say it's never-ending.

So at the moment I'm sat with my Macbook on my lap hoping that my fingers race over the keyboard as quick as possible in order to get this posted before I get any more interruptions. The going is good so far.

Another thing I've missed out on is the morning walk with the girls because of the kids not being at school. The usual routine is to go just after dropping the boys at school but, as I've said, they're not there which means no walk (insert sad/grumpy face here). Hang on, Lego related emergency...

Okay, I'm back. See what I mean? I don't think this is going to last very long so I'm just here to say I'm going to do my very best to get over to #Prose4T (last week's), #WotW and #AllAboutYou. I'd also like to say Happy Birthday (yesterday) to #MagicMoments over at The Oliver's Madhouse. Normality will be resumed shortly, I hope.

A Week to Rule the Rest

Earlier this week I wrote a blog post about motivation and how wonderful I was feeling. A brisk walk first thing in a morning really does amazing things for your outlook and I would definitely recommend it. I spent the rest of the week feeling great and glad that I'd taken that first step.

This morning I attended my very first yoga class. In the past I have done yoga on the Wii Fit and often enjoyed it although I wasn't sure that it was doing what it was supposed to. So when a friend of mine mentioned that she went to a class every Friday I was instantly interested. If you're anything like me you'll imagine a yoga class with loads of skinny, young women doing all kinds of strange poses, you tucked away in the corner making a fool of yourself. It wasn't like that at all, the group of people that attend this class are all different (there's even a man) and I found the poses simple but taxing. The instructor was really helpful and gave us instructions that we'd understand and were able to follow. Not once did I end up falling on my bottom or making a fool of myself and once the class was over I felt a mixture of invigoration and relaxation. This is definitely a class I'll be attending on a weekly basis.

As you've probably guessed by now my Word of the Week is Motivation. I can't believe it's taken me this long to realise that exercise is actually fun! I never (ever) thought I would say those words but I look back on this week and realise that I've had a fantastic time. This might be because of the company but, at least in yoga, I was mainly alone. It's all about stretching and relaxation and you can't natter when you're trying to relax!

Right now I'm sitting in front of the computer and not one of my muscles ache. This is quite disconcerting when, in normal circumstances, there's at least an ache in my back. Since giving birth to BP I've had lots of back problems but at the moment I feel like my muscles have been freed. For the first time ever I'm sat with my back straight while typing, I feel strangely content yet filled with vigour.

If you ever find yourself tired in the day or lacking energy I would highly recommend a brisk walk. Drag your sorry butt off that chair and get outside. It does amazing things. This has been a long time coming but I've finally found the exercises that I want to do. I can't wait until next Tuesday to go for a walk with friends and next Friday can't come quick enough. I know that my positivity may sicken some of you but I am a convert, I've discovered that I can enjoy exercise and this helps with my overall health. 

If nothing else I hope that my positivity helps you see the brighter side on days when the clouds roll in. 

Have a great weekend people and I'll see you on the flip side!

The Reading Residence
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For Amanda - Prose for Thursday & World Book Day

How apt that this week's #Prose4T should land on World Book Day. I always look forward to this day (not including finding outfits for the boys of course) because it gives us all a chance to share the great books we are reading or have read. It gets the word out there for the author and we get the chance to take in a new tale.

My poem this week has been brewing for a while and yesterday I had to stop the washing up I was doing in order to jot down a few words. I was terrified they would disappear from my mind before I had the chance to get to the computer. The wonders of being a writer eh?

With Mother's Day coming up at the end of this month (May in America) I've been thinking a lot about being a mother, what it entails and the people that I look up to. It wasn't until I became a mother myself that I realised how hard it can be at times and how much stress my step-mother must've had to go through when I was a teenager. I wrote about it last year, which you can read here. My poem this week is for my step-mother and it's the first time I've actually written anything intending it to be 'for' someone, so here goes...

For Amanda

Amanda was her name
Mandy we were told
My dad's new girlfriend, my heart aflame
Anger I would hold

Resentment and hostility
Were what I saved for you
My dad was ours, not yours to be
Hatred shining through

Family was ripped apart
Tore open my soul
I had an aching heart
A great gaping hole

Through years and tears I have seen
Your loving kindness every day
You've watched me grow and always been
A mother for me in every way

You raised me as your daughter
Taught me how to be
A loving mother just like you oughta
Precious you are to me

Every argument gave me
An example of how to act
Anger gone I'm now free
I want you to hear the fact

I look up to you, I'll always be
Amazed at how you coped
I was awful to you, shamelessly
I'll make it up, I hope

Love and care, you've now become
A part of me and mine
I'm thankful that you are my mum
And thanks to you we're fine

I don't think any words can say how grateful I am to my step-mum. Writing is the only way I can express it and even then I can't do it justice.

In aid of World Book Day I'm hosting a giveaway today on twitter. If you answer my question you could be in with a chance of nabbing yourself a copy of When I was Small by Sara O'Leary. In the book a mother talks to her son about when she was small, telling him about all of her adventures. This is something I often do with LP! The hashtag is #WorldBookDayGiveaway and I hope you'll hop over and give it a peek.

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World Book Day 2014

It's World Book Day tomorrow and this year my boys have escaped the mad rush to find an awesome costume. Their school have decided to have a Mad Hatter's Day on which the children are allowed to wear a hat for the day. It can be a baseball cap, a trilby or some wonderful creation they have made at home. The letter for it came out last week, LAST WEEK! It's a good job it wasn't a letter saying my boys could dress up as a character or I'd be well and truly stuck. Anyway, I digress...

Both BP and LP's favourite at one time.

World Book Day got me thinking about all the different books I've read, both as an adult and a child, and the kinds of messages they sent. I've always loved reading and although there doesn't seem enough time in the day anymore I still love a good book. Some that top my favourites list are Society of the Mind by Eric. L. Harry, Chart Throb by Ben Elton and The BFG by Roahl Dahl. The first two I read as an adult and The BFG is my all-time favourite children's book.

Cross-Stitch Progress Week 6

I was meant to post this yesterday but the day flew by and I didn't manage it. What with walking in the morning, cleaning the house and pancake day I found myself struggling for any more time for the blog. I did, however, manage to get some editing on the book done so it wasn't a terrible day.

As you can see more progress has been made, I think I've done more this week because the hubby has been working in the evenings and this gives me a chance to get on with the cross-stitch. The flowers within the hedges are in and I've moved onto the sky. I think it's really lovely that the whole thing incorporates loads of different colours, it makes it much more interesting to stitch.

Week 5
Week 6

The surprising thing about cross-stitch is the amount of time needed to get it done. This week I must have spent at least four hours on it and there's only a little progress. I put this down to changing threads constantly and not wanting to make mistakes. I tend to unpick any mistakes I make and then have to restitch the whole thing, it can be very time-consuming. The best bit is that even when I feel like I'm not achieving anything in any other part of my life I can look at the two photos above and see I've made progress there. I'm creating something and that makes me smile.

Hello Motivation

Right now I'm sat at my desk, Mocha Latte sitting next to me, with Sugarland playing on iTunes as I type. The sun is shining in through the window, the scent of lavender lingering throughout the house and I couldn't be happier. This is the brightest and most motivated I've felt for a while and I'm taking full advantage.

I'm not sure what has caused this brighter mood. It could be the brisk walk (almost run) I went on with friends this morning. It could be the fact that the hubby and I have started our month long abstention of alcohol. It could be the plan to stick to a healthy diet, restricting chocolate and sweets. Or it could just be that I'm happy. The sun is out, spring is on the way and everything seems like it's going well. 

Routine has always been good for me, I tend to thrive when I have a plan. It doesn't matter if it's a month-long plan or a ten year plan, as long as I have a goal in mind. At the moment I have various plans and goals, including weight loss and writing more. This means that I am motivated to stick to rules and can't wait to reap the rewards of my hard work.

This feeling has been creeping up on me over the last few months. I've been spending 20 minutes a day (excluding weekends) on the exercise bike and each time I finished I felt good. The other day I was chatting to a friend in the school playground and she happened to mention that she goes walking every week and asked if I wanted to join her. Until now this is not something I would've considered doing, I mean what if she walks really fast and I can't keep up? Well, I went and did keep up at least some of the way.

I never enjoyed exercise, it was always a chore necessary to lose weight. I hated the idea of getting on the exercise bike or striding on the treadmill for half-an-hour and would much rather have spent time at the computer or sat on my jelly-butt watching TV. After spending a long time losing weight and actually reaching my weight loss target I seem to have found an enjoyment of exercise. Shocking, I know. Whenever I do exercise of any kind I always feel great afterwards. I don't mean jump-and-fist-punch-the-air great, I mean... motivated, energised but completely and utterly wiped out. It's a strange exhilarating feeling being so tired that you think your legs might actually drop off.

Another friend mentioned she goes to a yoga class and I wondered if that would be fun too. I used to do yoga on the Wii Fit a few years ago and always enjoyed it. I know a class will be very different but I've decided to give it a go. Why not right? Even if it only helps me be a little more limber then it's helping. I have my outfit ready and can't wait to try out this class, it's going to be fun if nothing else.

Where other plans are concerned I have a routine sorted, I can spend some of my time writing this blog and boring you fine people and some of it sorting out my novel. The timetable in my head is helping me get everything done, including the cleaning, ironing and washing. I don't think anything can happen that will turn those things into enjoyable tasks but having the motivation to get on with it helps.

I'm not the type of person that springs out of bed in a morning, eager for the day to start. I'm not a fitness freak or super skinny. I'm a mum and a writer. I've found a love/like for exercise, am enjoying being less overweight than before and I'm embracing this stay-at-home thing. I have time for the things I love, time to do cleaning and time to spend with my boys. Life is good and I hope this bright feeling continues.

Do you spring out of bed in a morning or are you like me and need that extra something to spur your motivation?

Mama and More