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Day 63 and 72 of 365 Days of Gratitude


Day 63 and 72 of 365 Days of Gratitude

I’ve been AWOL on my ‘days of gratitude’. This isn’t due to not having any gratitude (I have plenty) but because other writing happened (more on that at a later date, but it’s all very exciting). I hope you’re kicking your own goals too, be it writing or whatever passion you have.

Imagine you are there and you will be, Warm Witty Words

I recently reread The Secret. It was a by-chance encounter. I had nothing new to read in the house and was going to head off to the library, then decided to check the spare room if there was a book I could read. I love the cover of this book. It’s got an old-world appeal, with the embossed secret stamp and ancient colour theme. It’s like I just had to pick it up. Serendipity perhaps?

I read The Secret, perhaps, ten years ago. It helped me then, but I haven’t continually put into motion the law of attraction. I’d forgotten what I should do. I’ve always believed in the power of positivity and it’s possibly helped me get through some of the biggest downs in my life.

The Secret has reinforced, not only how to manifest abundance into my life, but also that I am on the right track by continuing my 365 Days of Gratitude. It’s a time in my life when I have to believe in everything falling into place in just the way we have imagined it. Mirror Pool Cleaning is taking on more customers, The Zanzibar Moon is moving closer to completion, other writing jobs are coming in and our future is looking promising.

Here’s one quote from the book:

“Nothing can prevent your picture from coming into concrete form except the same power which gave it birth – yourself.”Genevieve Behrend

Do you believe in the law of attraction?

Day 63 I am grateful for:

The smile of a child at the supermarket, because I’m missing my grandchildren and this child reminded me of their innocence and joy at the smallest things.

Day 64 I am grateful for:

It’s a relaxing Sunday, because I have so many ideas in my head that I need to unwind and let them bubble and brew for a bit.

Day 65 I am grateful for:

A day off for a road trip with my mum and niece, because we went to Brisbane to see my two precious grandchildren and daughter-in-law (I was smiling all day).

Day 66 I am grateful for:

My daughter-in-law Elise, because she’s a hairdresser and does my hair (free for love) and makes me feel beautiful. She is the most adorable, lovely addition to my life and I am so grateful that we have a wonderful relationship.

Day 67 I am grateful for:

Waking up and being grateful that I wake up every day, because I’m happy and healthy.

Day 68 I am grateful for:

My hair is still fabulous, because when a girl gets a new haircut she loves, that’s just how it is.

Day 69 I am grateful for:

A heavy weight session at Hammer Fit, because I know I’m getting stronger (gradually that is).

Day 70 I am grateful for:

Keeping a track of the CrossFit Open and not being worried, because Joel Munro (son) is the fittest and healthiest he’s ever been (unlike last year). He’s currently ranked inside the top 100 in the world and 1st for Military Servicemember. I’m grateful and proud of that.

Day 71 I am grateful for:

Getting to help Bevil on the job with Mirror Pool Cleaning, because I love seeing the pride he has in his work, and how well he does his job. Here’s one of his pools:

Mirror Pool Cleaning - let your pool reflect you

Day 72 I am grateful for:

The waking up with a minor sniffle, because yesterday I had a blocked nose (it always seems to happen when I garden) and I was hoping it wasn’t turning into hay fever or a sinus infection. Think yourself healthy and you’ll be healthy.

Have you started keeping record of what you are grateful for? Give it a go and let me know the results. What wonderful things can you manifest into your life?

Posted in Family life, Health and fitness, Other stuff, Women's issues

Goodbye my dear son. Have the time of your life in Bali!


Most mothers adore their children and this attachment makes it extremely difficult to undo the apron strings. I’m trying to undo mine at the moment but they’re a little twisted and uncooperative.  I’m ready to let the apron go and watch it flutter to the floor, really I am – but…

It’s the ‘what ifs’ that worry me a little but not enough to keep the apron on because I do want him to experience life and forge his own path.

So it’s purely selfish reasons that my strings are knotted. I know mothers aren’t allowed to be selfish because we are the givers but here’s a few reason’s I like having Joel around:

  • He’s not only my son (who I love unconditionally) he’s also good company.
  • I’ll miss our chats (usually me talking and him giving less-than-forthcoming details), our companionable silences as he steams broccoli and I try and get past his biceps to get the rest of the family’s (normal) dinner underway.
  • I may even miss his health and fitness obsessiveness, even though we all complain about the smell of his boiled eggs and tins of tuna.
  • He has an easy smile and the way he gives me puppy-dog eyes when he wants something is endearing (and annoying at the same time).
  • I’ll miss sharing episodes of ‘Home and Away’. I’m sure that whilst he was in the womb he was learning the theme song so we’ve been watching it together for nearly 20 years.
  • He brings beautiful young girls home who I grown to love because they are sweet lovely people. He’s not a womanizer and is loyal and kind. Although his friends say he’s the one who attracts the chicks.
  • I’ll miss his footballer friends and the camaraderie that only teammates share. I’ve already offered Joel’s bed to some who can’t get home and this may help me miss him less.
  • He has a beautiful nature and is a leader, team player and firm friend. Everyone he meets adores him. (Some even cried at his going away party).
  • I don’t know what Bevil (my husband) and I will do on weekends now that we won’t have Joel’s rugby league games to watch. Just possibly we’ll have a weed-free garden as a result because we’ll spend more time at home.
  • I’ll no longer have a personal trainer at my beck and call (hey that never happened as he was always too busy making money, or trying to).

But also there are things that I won’t miss at all:

  • Muddy football boots at the front door.
  • Stinky compression gear, socks and footy shorts.
  • Messy bedroom with a mattress on the floor because it was more comfortable than his bed.
  • Toilet seats left up and empty toilet roll holders on the floor.
  • Wet towels on the floor.
  • Hair from the latest number-two cut on the sink and floor.
  • Half a dozen protein shakers on my kitchen bench.
  • Sports bag at the dining room table.
  • Empty cups with green tea teabags at the bottom.
  • Dishes in the sink.
  • Stinky overflowing bins.
  • Picking on his younger brother because they are poles apart in life goals.
  • Taking up the driveway with his car.
  • Yelling at everyone to be quiet and turn off the lights at 8.30pm (like an old man).
  • Stinky toilets after number twos.
  • Stinky kitchen after a carbo-loading cookups.

Hey, that is a lot of stinky stuff and I didn’t even mention farts!!!

But of course the reason for Joel’s departure is an offer to work at a resort in Bali as a personal trainer and it’s the trip of a lifetime so I have to be glad for him. He already wanted to go overseas to work and was planning to go to Canada before this offer came up. He’s also still on the recruit list for firefighting in Queensland. By keeping his options open something wonderful happened to him.

I couldn’t think of anything better for him than living in an exotic destination with a different culture to immerse himself in. He’ll be doing a job he is extremely good at and building a career profile that will be hard to match.

He’s made a hard decision to leave his team in the middle of the football season but I told him to follow his heart and do what felt right. I would have done the same thing at his age and still remember my trips to Bali in my twenties fondly. I know he’ll do the same.

Good luck my beautiful son Joel from Mum, Dad, Kris (keep safe), Elise and Blake.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

PS. Blake will miss you buddy and I’ll try to keep him out of your room, but remember when he copies your style he’s flattering your taste and telling you, in his own way, that he loves you as I know you love him.

Thank you to all Joels’ wonderful friends who came to his farewell party to wish him luck. Thanks to Peter, Joel’s long-time mentor, Uncle Bill, Craig and coach Aaron for representing his football community and PT work. Special thanks to Carole, Emma, Lucy, Will and Loren for helping with the food (and alcohol) and of course my own family who never fail with desserts. Bevil for the barbie among other things (oh, the heart-felt speach). Blake for pinching everyone’s grog.

Gina's awesome farewell cake for Joel.

A special thanks to Gina and James for the cake Gina spent hours on. Not only was it a masterpeice, it tasted like HEAVEN!!!! Mmmmmm!!!