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Today I was part of an office wide motivational training day. I was a bit hesitant going into it, because I have been to a number of these things before and they can become somewhat tedious by lunchtime. It took perhaps half an hour before I realised that was going to walk away with a lot from the session for starters the presenter was fantastic. He was motivated and clearly loves what he does, which was evident in how he spoke and explained everything.

He was very open about his personal life and how he got to where he is today. I think that what I took most from the session was his Passion for life. I have been struggling for a few months now to get that kind of motivation in my life. Don’t get me wrong, I love my life, but in the last 12 months, I have been living in a whirlwind. I have done a lot, experienced an awful lot if change and now that I am settled, I need to find that drive and motivation to succeed and become successful in my career. I have been given a wonderful opportunity to be part of a growing team in small business and I want to maike sure that I am going to perform above and beyond.

it can be a funny thing.

true love is spending time thinking and making the effort and putting my heart and soul into another person even though they don’t do the same back.

true love means feeling beautiful in a t-shirt. it means smiling when you recieve a text message, every time. it’s the simple things, like being kissed unexpectedly while cooking dinner. it means moving like a magnet around the other person without conscious thought, never too far from each others side. it can be as simple as a smile - a cheeky grin can light up my whole day. it’s never getting tired of saying or hearing ‘i love you’. it’s being pinned down and tickled, even though you fight back. its the feeling of strong arms around you, just when you’re drifting to sleep. it’s long summer days on the road, in his 2 seater car, like it was made just for the two of us. it’s being picked up and thrown over his shoulder. its being cooked a roast dinner. its waiting impatiently for the weekend to see him in daylight hours. it’s a perfect first date, that happened without even trying. its waking up when you hear the key in the door, and counting the steps until he’s in the bedroom. it’s staying up late just to see him when he gets home from work. it’s the notion that seeing his face erases anything that is troubling me. its making me smile when things get too much. its unbelieveable. its making me feel like the only girl in the world. its making me count my blessings that i’m the one to be sharing life with him. its laughter, smiles, effortless. its perfect.

Well, clearly, they are my friends, so I would have thought that this one might be pretty obvious to you… but I love them to pieces. I have a very strong core group of friends who I met at high school and I am still friends with to this day. My 3 girlfriends are like sisters to me, we can share anything and everything - they have been with me through the highs and the lows and everything in between. It’s crazy how close we are, and I trust them all with my life and sometimes I think they know more about me than I do. We’re spread across 2 states at the moment, and soon we’ll have one quarter of us across the other side of the world, which is going to to be really hard but such an adventure for her at the same time.

I have close relationships with both women and men, in fact possibly my closest friend is a man. Which seems weird to write because in my head he’s still 15 and just a boy! I have thought in the past that we are opposite sides of the same coin, we have so much in common and know the other one in quite a lot of detail. He is someone that I can go to and let the shit fly because he knows how to put me back together again.

I also consider my beautiful man to be one of my best friends, although we have been together for a short time, he makes me laugh like nobody I have ever known. We have so much in common, and can spend hours together in silence and just enjoy each others company. He looks after me in so many ways, and never questions my little idiosyncrasies or dismisses my moment of darkness. He can always put a smile on my face, even when I’m crying. He never gets angry or impatient, he is such an amazing person, I strive to be more like him.

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Not an awful lot really, I tend to just have the three essentials - keys, wallet and phone.

I usually carry arouond with me my glasses, sunnies, lippie, panadol, mints, loose coins, a scarf and all kinds of off parephenalia that ends up in the bottom on my bag. Bobby pins are always floating around the depts of my bag somewhere!

Dear Mum and Dad,

I wonder why I generally put mum before dad when I put the two of you together? Don’t worry dad, I don’t love you any less because of it, I promise!

So, I don’t particularly have much to tell you, I talk to you all the time. I do miss you both a lot now that I don’t live at home anymore, but that’s all a part of growing up I guess…moving out of home, and away from the comfort zone.

I know that you both worry about me, I can tell by the way that you look at me and the hugs you lavish upon me when I do come home. But I’m okay, really. I have my good days and my bad days, but the bad days are getting less and further between. And you don’t have to worry about my heart anymore, it’s stronger that it’s ever been and now it knows what true love really is.

I will come and visit you again soon, and you always know where to find me. I love you both more than you can imagine.

Your ‘big’ girl x

Lately, I have been craving chocolate. A lot. Most people wouldn’t probably find this unusual, however I am one of the rare breeds that don’t particularly care for chocolate, and even just a little of the sweetness can bee too much for me. So, when I get a huge craving to actually leave the house to drive to the nearest chocolate-selling outlet, I know I have a craving..

The other thing I crave a lot is cuddles. I honestly do not care if that makes you think I am a big sook, or a pansy, or anything else similar. I was brought up on cuddles from my parents and my family use hugs as greetings and farewells. I am blessed that my gorgeous boyfriend continually cuddles me - without me even asking him most of the time. I always accept them from him, whether they are loving and gentle cuddles, or giant, rib-crushing, help-me-I-can’t-breathe hugs. Being in his arms is the one place that I am truly happy, where all my troubles melt away into insignificance. And that is why I crave for cuddles. A lot.