Tiny Sparks of Joy

img_20190307_153850A few weeks ago the radio I have had for ten years, through several house moves, finally met its end in the form of the tiled kitchen floor which sparks no joy whatsoever and which I cannot wait to see the back of in a few weeks. This replacement sparks a lot of joy. It’s not fancy and I chose it mainly because it had no bells and whistles and looked nice. The sound is lovely and it’s much easier to tune than the old one, which I thanked and sent off to be recycled.

img_20190330_144450This soap, which was a gift from a friend many months ago and which I finally got around to using this week. It’s a gorgeous scent and I love the thought that went into her buying me something like this.

img_20190320_151950This set of numbers marks progress for me. It’s probably not particularly notable for most gym goers but I’m finally learning to appreciate what my body can do.

img_20190329_181147I adore this picture, which was a surprise for me as I had no idea she was taking it. A reminder of the importance of others’ perspectives.

img_20190405_112742I first read this book when I was in primary school and for years I’ve been meaning to track down a copy. Thanks to my niche Facebook group for people who love reading childhood favourites no matter what age they are, this arrived and has been devoured.

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Tiny Sparks of Joy

Tiny Sparks of Joy

img_20190319_121430-1This view. A place in Dublin I rarely walk around. I forgot how nice a riverside stroll can be.

The aforementioned stroll led to a long overdue lunch with friends and plans for more catchups.

Looking forward to another referendum. We do love a good referendum. Thanks, Irish Constitution.

Finally being in the headspace to be able to listen to analysis of the referendum on the eighth amendment. Still brings all the emotions to the surface. Still can’t quite believe its normal to see advertisements for abortion services at bus stops and in the local health clinic.

Feeling stronger after every gym session.

Tiny Sparks of Joy

Tiny Sparks of Joy

mdeReading this, and The Ballet Family, and being happy that I found a group of people like me who enjoy school stories written decades ago.

Having a functioning bathroom again.

Reclaiming a small portion of the evening for ourselves, thanks to a co-operative small someone who just needed a nudge in the right direction.

Trying a new class at the gym and enjoying it immensely, even though I was the only person doing it and had nowhere to hide.

Using phrases from a Marjorie I worked with many moons ago and chuckling to myself every single time.

Tiny Sparks of Joy

Tiny Sparks of Joy

An easy week in work and a not so onerous one next week.

Getting to the gym every time I wanted to.

More new to me Chalet books on the way to complete my collection.

A reorganised bookshelf and finding a book I was afraid I’d decluttered in my zest for organisation.

Nowhere to be this weekend. Last weekend was busy, it’s nice to have absolutely no plans for a change.

Tiny Sparks of Joy

This Time Nine Months Ago

I could not:

  • Do a 40 minute spin class
  • Do a 20 minute kettlebell class
  • Do a 30 minute weight class

The main resolution I made at the end of last year was that this year I would put some sort of exercise regime in place. It hasn’t been easy. I’ve had ups and downs, some days where I couldn’t face going, a sore back that put me out of action for a few weeks and a spin class that took me two weeks to get over.

It has all been worth it. I haven’t lost a lot of weight or dramatically changed my shape. I see it more as an investment in myself and my health. It’s a pretty nice feeling knowing what your body can be capable of when you work at it.

This Time Nine Months Ago

Tiny Sparks of Joy

Pulling out the slow cooker for the first time in months, which meant coming home to dinner even though I was out all afternoon.

An unexpected extra 45 minutes before I had to leave the house today.

The red bricks on the front of our house in the September sunshine.

New to me Chalet School books arriving in the post.

Two gym sessions down this week, and another planned for Friday.

Catching up with two friends I don’t get to see half as much as I’d like.

Tiny Sparks of Joy

A Good Friday

The slightly odd workplace traditions prevalent in Ireland meant both of us were off work today. I made it back to the gym for the first time in over two weeks – a bad back kept me away and it was tough to get back into the swing of kettlebells but worth it for the endorphins.

I’d also planned on using the bonus of an extra day with the two of us here to do some more decluttering and reorganising. There’s always clutter, be it the three jars of eye cream you packed, moved, unpacked and reorganised but never actually used, or the old scarf that might be useful someday even though you use the new one all the time, or the odds and ends that turn up and don’t have a permanent home.

Today was a good Friday. We got rid of more stuff, we rearranged things a little better and we have the knowledge that the rest of the weekend is still free for us to enjoy. Life is easier with less, I just need to keep reminding myself of this. It helped that during the latest attic declutter I came across some old summer tops that are perfect for the gym until I feel I’ve earned a nice new set of gym clothes once I reach my goals.

A Good Friday