FYI it's not my first rodeo...
Carlos and I have been around a while… it’s not our first rodeo…
Hey there lovely groovers,
Last week Carlos(my laptop) and I went all country AND western…
We did go on a #chickieroadtrip to the Sawtell Chilli festival and stay in a cabin on a hill in beautiful Bellingen and remember the stuff that makes us smile and happy.
That’s one of the super cool things about getting older. Of having some km’s on the clock, lots of ‘fall down seven times get up 8’ moments to reflect back on. After a few rodeos, you learn a lot of stuff about yourself, and about the exhilarating, unpredictable ride that is this life.
I was getting all philofuckingsophical out there on the verandah with a glass of vino in one hand and a ham and cheese toastie in the other pondering on this.
One thing that the rodeo of life has taught me is that I don’t need a heap of stuff. Not things or people. Quality in both these things are what matters.
I do need
and real… just lots of real
The rodeo of life has also taught me that…
There are plenty of ‘experts’ around trying to sell quick fixes in pretty packages, and no shortage of people using scarcity or shame to sell their own particular brand of magic. (and they can all get stuffed)
That no matter how good a plan it is, nothing happens if you don’t take action.
I have learned that it’s ok to look after your heart, and you don’t always owe everyone an explanation.
I have met very few people who aren’t doing the best job they know how with what they’ve got.
That some people will let you down. That doesn’t make them bad people, just sometimes it makes them not your people.
Once you know something you can’t unknow it.
Once you’ve seen something you can’t unsee it.
Getting curious is always more fruitful than getting stuck in the what ifs
That no matter what shit goes down, life goes on…
That in the rodeo of life, sometimes you just have to take a deep breath and hold the fuck on…
That even in the most beautiful, peaceful location… I am still a bit mean before coffee.
But enough of my smooth country and western moves, tell me about you…
What are the greatest lessons that the rodeo of life has taught you?
After the wedgies and stuff ups and curve balls that life has thrown your way over the years, what do you know for sure?
What lessons keep coming around asking you to repeat or evolve? When was the last time you took the time to sit under a tree, breathe out and think about what really matters to you?
Come Sunday night we road tripped our way back home all chilli-ed and chilled out.
Cowboy boots back under the bed and ready to rock and roll into our next rodeo… xxx