Being open

Recently I have met such wonderful people. I mean really nice people who could become good friends. I have bumped into them in all kinds of places, at the indoor pool waiting for the kids to finish their swimming lessons. At a friends house, even in line at the supermarket.

So why suddenly am I meeting these people?

Were they always there? Did I not see them before? Or is it that just suddenly they have appeared?

I think a lot has got to do with being open. I have started to understand, that telling people what's going on in your life, builds bridges very quickly. No one really likes the perfect mother, the perfect family, the beautifully organized household or the successful businesswoman. People enjoy each others imperfections, peoples struggles and peoples daily life drama. So as I meet new people I have begun disclosing, some of the stuff in my life, that is not quite picture perfect. And what I am finding, is a lot of people with similar stories and new ways of doing things.

Even better, what I am finding is fun, fascinating and super interesting.

So at the pool today, I spontaneously invited a family over for lunch. Why? Because in a 10 minute exchange, we discovered that our daughters who were the same age, were living with the similar difficulties. A condition that neither of us understood very well yet we both had found different solutions that were working for them.

So spontaneously we agreed to have lunch together and discuss more. This was only because I have taken a bit of plunge and decided that disclosing about me and understanding that others can help, has really opened up a new kind of conversation and better still a whole load of wonderful people, I would have previously ignored, whilst I read my book!

I am quite excited by this revelation, I wonder where it will take me?

So what about you? Are you the one volunteering information? Building that bridge?
Or like me, are the one with your nose struck in a book?

Let me know.  

Happy sounds only

One playing wonderwall on the guitar in the conservatory, the other resting on the bed downstairs, two playing sticklebricks in their room and the other two playing catch right in the middle of the cottage, with a teddy bear.  And me, well I am just watching it all from a chair in the corner. The best chair in the house.

There are happy sounds everywhere. Just happy sounds. 

The view on the lake is breathtaking.  A beautiful Canadian day. Cold, sunny and fresh snow fall lying everywhere. 

How rare is it for everyone to be doing just what they want, uninterupted, with no rules, no expectations and no demands.  Rare and perfect.

Life can be so good.

A beautiful sky

Following my recent sky blog, I couldnt resist posting this one!
On a runway.