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Day 94 to 101 of 365 Days of Gratitude


Day 94 to 101 of 365 Days of Gratitude

Another week of gratitude for the beauty of nature, the gift of life and the happiness of being.

Currumbin Beach, Queensland sunrise
Sunrise Currumbin Beach April 2017. Magic.

Day 94 I am grateful for:

Two black swans and their three baby cygnet gliding along the mirror shiny lake, because the parents are front and back protecting the young. They travel majestically like the royalty of the lake.

Day 95 I am grateful for:

A butterfly in my garden while I’m hanging washing on the line, because though it may rain, and the washing will probably get wet, one pretty butterfly makes me smile.

Day 96 I am grateful for:

Hundreds of white cockatoos flying overhead, because they make a raucous (though they sound happy), but the sight of the white flock overhead in a cyan blue sky, shows that there’s plenty of native bird life in the area. Nature at its best.

Day 97 I am grateful for:

The work shipment came in and we get to see some cute new pet products, because it makes the drama of importing from China worth the effort.

Day 98 I am grateful for:

Meeting up with a couple of great friends and their two awesome sons, because the conversations are easy and the company a breeze.

Day 99 I am grateful for:

It’s my husband’s birthday, because celebrating him turning 55 makes us realise how many wonderful years we have spent together.

Day 100 I am grateful for:

Another motivating kick fit session with my favourite team of women, because there’s nothing better than encouragement and support to keep you going to a fitness class. Also I don’t mind smashing the bag in a round kick (extremely satisfying).

Day 101 I am grateful for:

Waking early to first see the full moon setting in the west and then drive to the beach and see the rising sun in the east, because the subtle golden morning light is spectacular and beautiful in equal measures.

Make gratitude a part of your day, every day.

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Sunrise over Greenmount


Getting up in the middle of winter when it’s still dark has been, to say the least, a chore. I hate the cold and though the Gold Coast doesn’t really get COLD compared to a lot of places, I feel it. I feel it in my knees which now click and ache. I feel it in my fingers and toes because they somehow miss out on good circulation no matter what time of year it is. For instance when I used to play touch footy in the chilly valley of Bilambil night-time in winter I’m sure you could have chipped my feet with a snow pick.

Anyway I’m not complaining, really. I’ll get up rain, hail or cold just to enjoy the morning. Okay, I’m not technically enjoying it, because I’m doing a group session with the PT and sometimes these exercises are bordering on torture. If you’ve ever heard of a Froggy you’ll know what I mean. Sometimes we can’t walk the next day. Anyhoot, pain and cold days aside we are losing weight, toning up and feeling healthy. I guess we look better too. At least the other girls do. There’s no sign of tuckshop-lady arms and tummies are flattening and bums shrinking. (Unfortunately so are my boobs.)

Even when we’re running up the headland’s stairs, avoiding lizards and bush turkeys and puffing like steam trains, we know it’s worth the effort. When we reach the top the PT (my son Joel) has us doing jump squats but in between each pumping squat we watch the sun rising over the water.

The orange/red ribbons of clouds over an ocean that is shrouded in mist heralds another perfect day in paradise. The pandanus around the boardwalk are silhouetted by the sun and the first surfers are already catching waves that are smooth and dark like mercury. Suddenly I remember why I love mornings. There is nothing like the smell and sight of a fresh day. Nothing else can fill your lungs with life.

“How beautiful is that?” someone asked.

“I wouldn’t be anywhere else,” I say and I’ve forgotten how hard it was to get up when my phone alarm went off and I wanted to curl back under the doona. I’ve forgotten how I tripped over my runners on the way to get dressed in the bathroom, got to the bathroom and the light had blown, swore and my husband woke up and said, “Just turn the damn bedroom light on.” (I was trying not to wake him at 5.15am).

I’ve forgotten how I was still yawning as I sipped a cup of coffee to wake me up and how I could still see stars as I headed to the car, still rubbing my numb fingers.

As soon as that morning sun comes up I realise I have started my day the perfect way with a sunrise over Greenmount.