Home is where the Heart is....

 

Is it possible to live two parallel lives at the same time, I wonder?

 

I believe so.

 

I was mildly concerned that re-entering the corporate fray would impact on my Earth Mother sensibilities.

 

But as it happens...no...not nearly as much as I imagined.

 

The first six weeks were exhausting. Not only was I out of my usual routine, but my brain was on overload learning all the comes with a new corporate job, having been full time Insourcing Manager of the Home for nearly twenty years.

 

Now I'm finding my feet. There are still days where everything seems a challenge, but they are fewer and further apart.

 

This week, I managed to snap up some seasonal greens and package half up for a soup to throw into the slow cooker one night, and the half was thrown into the slow cooker for that night. We've had some cooler evenings here, and after the festive fare, a bit of soup was all we craved.

 

 

Leftover ham and veg went into a fried rice another night. A perennial favourite here.

 

And meanwhile, I had time to ponder all that I accomplished in a day when I was at home.

 

As you well know, I treated Home Life as a Real Job too, and made a point of being as productive as possible.

 

Those weeks leading up to commencing work again, were some of the most productive and creative I've had, and it just goes to show what can be achieved when you value every moment of every day.

 

I use this made over vintage two tier snack container for a jewellery box, and I get a rewarding thrill lifting the lid each morning to choose my earrings.

 

I just love it.

 

Funnily enough, it's the small things that make you feel accomplished sometimes.

 



 

Then there's my desk renovation. That was a task and a half.

 

Hours upon hours of intricate painting.

 

 

 But each and every evening when I arrive home, it's there, in all it's glory, and I take a special pleasure in turning on my twin lamps and enjoying their glow.

 

 

You know I've written for a few years now about learning a new skill or two annually.

 

And last year, I taught myself more than a couple, painting and restoring furniture and knick knacks being a chief one.

 

Who knew that you could paint ceramic and papier mache` figurines any colour you want, right?

 

 

 

Or that Christmas cake didn't have to be a fruit cake?

 



 

Or even that you could eat boiled eggs cold...okay, that one might be an acquired taste...lol!

 



 

Or that sometimes, noodle soup made with stock cubes, but served beautifully is a more than adequate dinner for us all...

 

What will you learn this year?

 

Where will your heart be?