Monthly Archives: January 2016

What I learnt this week: The older, the better?

You know what they say- the older you get the wiser you become. And I believe it’s true. Because it has to be doesn’t it? I mean logically speaking the longer you’re on the planet, the more time you have to learn.

But it doesn’t always mean that what I know is correct over someone younger than me. And that’s the difference. Because with age and wisdom, there also can come arrogance.  A belief that we can’t learn from someone younger because what we know is right.

In some cases age and wisdom does out weigh youthful naivety. But sometimes an old dog gets taught a new trick- if they’re willing to eat humble pie- (2 idioms in one sentence, well done me).

Soooo, I was having a conversation (heated debate) with my youngest brother, Tom. He doesn’t drink alcohol and hasn’t for the past few years. Which I really respect and wonder how he does it!

Anyway, he was drinking a Coke Zero (probably just as rubbish as alcohol). And I said the chemicals in that are really bad for you. He replied by saying that he read a university study which concluded aspartame doesn’t cause cancer.

OK, fine. Just because a chemical doesn’t cause cancer doesn’t exactly mean it’s good for you!!! Which is a reasonable thing to say. BUT I didn’t stop there. Nope, I got on my high horse and took off at high speed…And went on to question the validity of the research- I arrogantly stated, ‘what would university students know anyway?’

Well Sal, I hope a lot. Because they’re our future. So instead of being a d*ck and dismiss what he’d read as rubbish because it had come from university research, I should have said- ‘ok cool, that’s interesting but maybe you should get info from other sources, so you can compare.’

After all you can’t just read one thing on the net and believe it to be true. Unless it’s from Wikipedia- everything is accurate on that site- right? Any who the point is- yes, I’m older and sometimes I know more but doesn’t always mean I know better!

Lesson over. What did I do this week?

It was quite worky. My second week in gym sales. I’m starting to get the hang of it now. It’s a fascinating study on how to relate to people differently and ultimately sell to them. But for me it’s more about building relationships than ‘selling.’

The weekend was a bit more social. Met Hannah at Lucky Coq on Friday for $4 pizza and a wine debrief. Then we saw ‘Carol,’ which was a beautiful film but sadly had no substance.

On Saturday, I headed to China Town for dinner and drinks with Liv, Mish and their lady gang. We danced of tooshies off at Fad bar. That place is so cool. I love that it’s not focused on drinking but rather dancing and having a good time with whomever you find there.

Kinda a good metaphor for life really- just dance and have fun with whoever you find yourself with 🙂

Liv

 

What I learnt this week: Impulse control

I never buy lotto tickets. Mostly because I worked in a newsagent as a wee whipper snapper and I saw how much people NEVER won! The system seems kinda rigged, but then again someone has to win.

Anyway…

I’d just had my hair done, and was bouncing down the street, feeling peachy (which is the only way one should feel after spending 3 hours + 3 million dollars at the hairdresser) when I walked passed a newsagent. Something called to me- ‘buy a lotto ticket for Tuesday night.’

Weird I thought. But ok voice inside my head, I’ll do what you say! So I popped in and bought a ticket. I won $39.05! Not exactly enough to retire on, but hey it was a win.

A win that happened because I followed an impulse!

Funnily enough later in the week I was having coffee with Flick and we were speaking about impulses. She’d read an article which talked about how important it is to follow small, sometimes silly impulses.

The reason behind this is because if you don’t, all those little impulses can build up in your body and explode into big impulses that are possibly harmful to yourself or others.

She explained it’s like holding all your emotions in, until it’s too late. So maybe that’s what happens when people go postal. Maybe if they had just let it all out bit by bit they wouldn’t have exploded. Maybe they didn’t have to get to the point of no return. Maybe, just maybe.

Either way I reckon it’s worth a go- we can always use a bit of silliness in our lives. Why not follow those impulses? If you’re not hurting anyone, it’s all good!

I did something else impulsy this week- was chitchatting to Hannah about films and I mentioned ‘Youth’ looked good. ‘Let’s see it,’ she said. I was totally happy to be spontaneous Sally that night, so we scoffed our dumplings and trotted off to the pics. Glad we followed that impulse- what a bloody movie!

It was quite a catchy-upy week actually.

Walked around the lake at Wheelers hill with Jess about 89 times (it was twice). Chatted about her upcoming wedding and hens weekend. Exciting times ahead there.

Speaking about all things exciting- I had brunch with Liv, Bonnie and Michelle on Sunday. The last time I saw Michelle was when I left the UK in September. Seeing her was wonderful but it made me miss England and my life there so much.

On the brightside my adventures back in Aus have just begun…

Mish and me

What I learnt this week: Best intentions

Do you believe that people do their best?

If I’m being completely honest- no I don’t believe that everyone does their best.  I would love to think this isn’t the case but unfortunately it’s my belief.  Well, until now…

I was reading some research done by Brene Brown in her amazing book ‘Rising Strong.’  She conducted a study where she asked all the participants the same question- ‘did they believe that others were doing their best?’

The results were interesting.

Those who answered yes or paused to think about it and still answered yes they believed that people were doing their best lived more wholeheartedly.  In comparison those who answered no straight away were more judgemental on others and even worse- themselves!

Because if you’re judging others harshly you’re probably doing the same to yourself.   Just because someone doesn’t do something the way I would’ve done it doesn’t mean they aren’t doing their best.  It might not be my best, but it’s theirs.

I started to look at the people in my life, who quite frankly sh*t me off. When they did something that annoyed me I tried not to judge. I went- you know what they’re doing their best right now.

I’m trying this out atm, so I’m still judgy at times but I noticed when I stopped judging others, I stopped judging myself so much.  I relaxed more.  And it felt bloody great.

I’ll tell you what I did do my best at this week-enjoy the last of my Christmas holiday in Brissy…

Hit the sales and bought some new gym gear, which doesn’t sound exciting but believe me I can spend hours in Lorna Jane- sports bras, tights and tanks, oh my.  After the madness of sales crowds mum and I headed for a nice relaxing dinner under the stars at a Thai restaurant.

mum

The next day was the last of my holiday.  I saw ‘Suffragette,’ which is a truly incredible film.  I’ll never, ever waste a vote again!  Those women fought too hard for a simple right that I’ve sometimes taken for granted.  Naughty me!

The film was followed by a huge fish ‘n’ chip lunch with James and mum.  Then it was game over.  I had to get on that big jet plane and head back to the big smoke.  Worse yet, it was time to start work at again.  Why do we have to work, whywhywhywhywhy?

The consolation was that I got a fun New Years evening chilling in Flick’s pool, with her and Lauren.  We sipped frozen margaritas on the crazy 40 degree day and laughed the night away.  At 12am we decide the only thing to do was to run down the street in our underwear to celebrate…

NY

The next day I paid for my sins.  But by the weekend things were looking up- headed to Lygon Street for lunch with Kel and Linda.  It was the first time since I’ve seen them since I’ve been back from the UK, which was lovely.

The rest of the weekend was spent working or hanging out with dad and Karen, who were in Melbs for a few days.  We checked out a 20/20 cricket match, which was pretty darn cool.  I even completed a bucket list item- saw Daryl Braithwaite perform ‘The Horses’ live.

I wonder what other things I can cross of the list in 2016…

What I learnt this week: All things great and small

As 2015 draws to a close a cabbillion lists with the best ‘this’ and greatest ‘that’ appear. My fav was from ‘Upworthy’- ‘8 times helpers eased the pain of sad situations in 2015.’

When I read through the article of ordinary people doing extraordinary things I’ll admit to shedding a few tears of joy. From the family that invited the homeless to enjoy a wedding reception dinner when the groom bailed on the bride, to a couple who provided a safe home for gay kids who were rejected by their parents, the stories were beautiful.

These are just some of the heroes of 2015. But there are heroes out there every day. They may not wear capes, but they are out there (yes Mulder, just like the truth).

You’re probably a hero without even knowing it!

Because you do make a difference when you throw the surf lifesavers the couple bucks you were going to spend on a coffee. You do make a difference when you ask that stranger who doesn’t look ok, if they’re in fact, ok. You do make a difference when you help push a little old lady’s broken down car out of the middle of busy road and call roadside assist!

We can all choose to be heroes in our own way and make the world a happier place to be. Make sure you don’t judge yourself on how big or small your contribution is. Just do it.

Because- ‘If you think you are too small to make a difference, try sleeping with a mosquito.’

Dalai Lama (aka all knowing wise dude)

P.S. If you want to check out the article of heroes I’m referring to- http://www.upworthy.com/8-times-the-helpers-eased-the-pain-of-sad-situations-in-2015

And with the 2015 count down on, it means it’s my fav time of year- when I get loads of pressies from Santa. No, I’m joking, I know where my pressies come from…the stalks. Hang on, maybe I’ve had too much bubbly.

Moving along, the festive season is my fav time of year. Not because of the gifts, because I get to celebrate with my family & friends.

And celebrate I did.

The week leading up to Christmas was filled with happy reunions. I saw Jac D after 2 years of each of us living OS. We spent the time catching up on all the goss, laughing and looking at what 2016 had in store for us. We were lucky enough to squeeze in a little uni reunion at our old pub with Jesse and Dan. Epic night.

WS

Also caught up with Annie; we chilled in her pool, drank cocktails and reminisced about our childhood capers. Fun times. That night we headed in to Southbank with our mums and sipped champers by the Brisbane River 🙂

On Christmas Eve I made a delicious 3 course dinner for the fam. My brothers were impressed that after 2 years of living OS I’d finally learnt how to cook. (I think that was a compliment). And Christmas day the celebrations continued. As did the eating and drinking with mum, the boys and their girlfriends.

Xmas

Oh yeah the champers trickled over into Boxing Day with dad and Karen and the extended family. At which point I think I become aware of putting on 5kg in 3 days. (It may be an exaggeration. But maybe not).

Yes, it’s my fav time of year but lucky it only happens once…