Tuesday, April 17, 2012

how instagram is helping me cope with depression...

Well there's a blog post heading I never thought I'd write!
This is just a short post...dipping my feet in to see how it feels. But first I want to say thank you so very, very much to the people who've been in touch with me...by email, on FB, by phone, sms....you are so generous and I appreciate your kindness. I'm sorry that I haven't been back in contact...I'm not quite ready yet to respond in the way your kindness deserves, but one day for sure...I will be :)
So....instagram? I've been doing Fat Mum Slim's April photo-a-day. It's given me something simple to concentrate on each and every day, and something to look forward to...although some days have been harder than others. Case in point; Day 14: how you feel today...
There were many other words I could have used but this felt the most appropriate, and one that was at least publishable!
I've always loved images and I'm enjoying taking more of my own...here's a smattering. I was in Sydney last week for a meeting and when it had finished I took myself off for a wander in The Domain...this sculpture is a tribute to Speakers Corner...
Day 16: flowers...
Day 13: something you found...memories of happy days on beaches or walks...
Day 5:tiny...a silver buddha on a bracelet...gifts from friends...
Day 9: younger you...much younger!
So there you go. I've also signed up for a 6 week photography course starting this month...that should be a bit of fun!
all images: tranquiltownhouse on instagram

Friday, March 30, 2012

why I'm not here at the moment...

This is not overly easy to write. I've been struggling with what to do about the blog for a few weeks now. It appears, that for me at least, “lost my mojo” actually equals “I have depression”.  It’s diagnosed, I’m getting help and I know that others are a hell of a lot worse off than I am, but nonetheless I’m doing it a bit tough at the moment. I have people in my life who love me, are gentle with me and who wrap me literally and metaphorically in their compassionate arms, so I consider myself lucky. And in a funny way, hitting rock bottom is not so bad; it's allowing me to reflect and really consider what I want from the rest of my life. So that is a good thing, and who knows...I may reinvent myself!
But I can’t devote any energy to blogging right now. I did contemplate giving it up altogether, but it’s given me so much pleasure over the last few years that I thought doing that would be a bit of a knee-jerk reaction to what I'm going through at the moment, and very short-sighted. But nor do I want to make this place a diary of my depression. So until I can be a bit more upbeat (heavens I can’t even look for pretty pictures at the moment and I have stacks of unread magazines!) I’m going to bow out for a while. I hope you hang around, but I'll understand if you don't. I’ve had nothing but kindness, care and laughter on this little blog of mine from day one and I’m extremely grateful for that. Thank you, take care and bless J
photos: tranquiltownhouse on instagram

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

lost mojo...and my site is safe

To be honest, I’m not 100% sure what mojo is exactly…but whatever it is, it’s deserted me. I need to take a bit of a break to recharge, and part of that will be stepping away from the computer in my non-work time. I know you’ll understand if I don’t visit for a while. I have another trip to Newcastle next week…this time for mum’s eye surgery. Sigh.
In the meantime, do you like my new necklace? Red Phoenix Emporium…pretty in instagram J
I know my site is coming up with a malware warning. I have checked it out and it's not me! We're all protected here so please continue to visit while I try to get it sorted.
Take care and I'll see you in a week or two... 
image; tranquiltownhouse on instagram

Monday, March 5, 2012

instagram has got me...

After a couple of years being wedded to the Crackberry, a few days ago I hooked up with Mr iPhone again...
And there’s a new baby as a result (who would have thought at my age!)...welcome instagram I’m a bit besotted.
If you’d like to follow...and goodness knows what you might find from time to time...I’m tranquiltownhouse...no surprises there! And how about you? Can I find you there too?
I'm still avoiding pinterest, though I'm not sure how long I'll be able to hold out!
Have a great week...I'm still recovering from Richard's 50th birthday party! Don't worry, just tired...couldn't possibly be any other reason could there Mr Tequila J
At least it's stopped raining...for the moment!

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

this week's top ten...29.2.12

 Happy leap year day...if there is such a thing J
No time for too many words today possums
Just pretty rooms
Or unusual ones...
You decide



that one above is the waiting room of a hair salon...cool huh!
aren't these flowers spectacular?
Let me know which one you like best J
images seen on: from the right bank, a perfect gray, design manifest, design sponge, parlour, designing home, summer house, the brick house, the style files, tiny white daisies
p.s. thanks for agreeing with me on my last post...and for letting me in on the whole white spined french book thing...who knew! Not me....although the reason they do it still eludes me J

Monday, February 27, 2012

promise me you'll never do this...

This, dear bloggy people is a travesty...
An all white bookshelf. It's just plain wrong. When I first saw this picture I thought all of the books had been covered with white paper, and I wrote quite an impressive rant about that!  Which I had to delete when I realised that they weren't covered...that they were in fact books with only white spines. Which, I concede is not as bad, but it's still wrong. 
In my book J
You know I'm a book lover...and this just makes me wonder if these books are really loved for what's inside their covers, or if they're only in those shelves for their decorative appeal. Call me odd, but that makes me a bit sad.
Would you do this?  Would you, in the worst case collect, or if not collect because you already owned them (in which case I'm prepared to cut you some slack)...would you only display certain coloured books to fulfil a room vision? Could you? Should you? 
I really, really hope there's another room in this home with a bookcase full to the brim with books in every colour of the rainbow. But not colour coded...no, not that.... even though I will confess to having done it myself once upon a long time ago. Before it became a trend! 


Thank you for the kind comments on my last post and welcome to a few new readers...it's lovely to have you here in the townhouse, where the books are colourful and placed by height and sometimes category...so I know where to find them! 

Friday, February 24, 2012

soul food friday: when even good change is a bit hard...

Many of you will know I’m a HR consultant.  Sometimes I advise clients about managing change. Hell, I even invented a change model based on whole brain thinking.  I know.... clever huh J *snort/guffaw*. So...bottom line is, I know the theory.
Last week, a major work change that’s been in the making for over six months finally came to fruition. We sold 80% of the business to (I’m very pleased to say)  an Australian publicly listed company. This means that 20% remains privately owned, but I’m no longer one of those owners. I'll have to resort to buying shares!
For the last ten years I’ve been a company director. I’ve been part owner of a business; involved in a whole pile of stuff that comes along with that. To be honest, some of it’s been a huge load and a heavy responsibility, but mostly it’s been an enormous privilege to be part of something that’s grown and succeeded and made a difference to a lot of people...and I really believe we have done that.
And while I was very happy to sell my shares (and no, I won't be rich!), last week I found myself experiencing a sense of loss.  And also being a bit bemused about how to go back to being an employee because I'm staying on with the company (actually, as a 'key person' I don't have a lot of choice about that for the next few years!). And while the changeover hasn't happened just yet, I'm slowly getting used to my place in the work world being different now.
During an email exchange with the first born on the day we announced the sale to staff, I wrote that I was a bit sad and feeling emotional. She said “that’s understandable – it’s your baby". True. [Well, it's one of them anyway...the others have caused a great deal more trouble!]
But she’s right. I do feel a bit like a mother who’s waved off her child as they leave home (been there, done that, found it hard...although when they've done it more than once it gets easier!). And like that person, I need to let go of the apron strings. Or to mix a metaphor or three...pass on the baton while untying the strings and looking to the future! It’s the right thing for me, and it’s the right thing for the company. It doesn’t mean I stop caring. It doesn’t mean I don’t want the best for it.  It just means I have a different role now, and I think it’s ok (probably even necessary) to do a bit of grieving for the old one. In fact, I don’t think I’d be me if I didn’t.
But it’s the silly, simple things that are doing my head in. I didn’t have to worry about moving out of my office. I did that ages ago, voluntarily (you can read my thoughts on that here, it's about being connected and it's still one of the best, simple things I've ever done).  But what on earth do I put on my business card now? Who’s going to sign all the things that I used to sign?  Who do I report to? And when do I surrender my corporate credit card L
The reality is that things will probably go on pretty much as they always have, at least for the foreseeable future. Day-to-day my core job doesn’t change, except I may very well get busier for a bit as we adjust to a new set of business requirements. I’ll still put in every bit of effort that’s needed. I’ll still celebrate all of our achievements, individual and collective.  I’ll just have a different role, add value in a different way, learn to accept that I won’t be introduced to people as a company director any more. Even though I've never really cared too much about status, even when I was in the Army, I think that might be one of the hardest things to get used to. Hey I'm human.
So...some adjustments to make, but none of them very agonising. And in time, a whole raft of new possibilities will emerge. I may not be sure about much, but I'm sure about that...whatever the 'that' may be! And if I'm a bit more flaky than usual for a while, I'm sure you'll understand; come to think of it that probably explains why I can't decide if I'm going through major, minor change, or minor, major change. 
I should probably see someone about that J


p.s. I do realise this is a completely self indulgent post. Normal nonsense will resume shortly J


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