This past week has been an interesting one. Things came to a head with my friend who is battling a mental illness and this has left me feeling numb and emotionally tired. Too numb to even write or talk about it.
This weekend the older boys are with their father. It’s just me and the baby. Wanting to keep my mind off the week that was, I called every friend both local and far away to see if anyone was free. As is so often the case these days, everyone was busy.
So I resigned myself to a quiet weekend at home. I decided to set up my new office/study area. I am writing this post on my new desk. I love it, I love the whole space. There’s still a few finishing touches to be made, then I’ll post some photos. This is a sneak peak – rose gold and marble look!! Pretty swish 🙂
I’m thinking of getting a few canvases done of the different logos I’ve had since I started this blog 8 months ago to put up on the wall. To see the evolution of That Noise is Mine. There’s still much more evolving to do and I’m so excited about where I want to head with this.
After building the furniture and after dinner I am feeling pretty tired. The baby is teething. He got 3 teeth last week and 1 this week so sleep has been at a minimum. I was thinking about having an early night, catch up on some sleep and forget about the craziness of the week.
But first I headed to the shops to get some chocolate – chocolate always makes you feel better, right? Well, that and alcohol but with the baby being so restless and me still breast feeding, alcohol was out of the question tonight.
I pulled into the car park. I have a big SUV now, I love it. I can look down on other cars, literally. On getting out of the car there was a little hatch back parked next to me and a man was getting out. For some reason, I’m not sure why, I glanced into the passengers side window of this car, his belongings caught my eye. Pillow, quilt, a few boxes. Oh my goodness, this poor man was living in his car.
He walked into the shops before me. I saw him looking around the aisles and I then saw him approach the counter. The shop was also a bakery. He asked if they had any stale loaves of bread he could have. My heart sank. Nothing breaks my heart more than homelessness. I could not imagine ever being in that position. The loneliness, the hours on end to contemplate your situation.
How did this man end up in this position. What a heartbreaking decision it must be to walk away from your home.
Even my friend with the mental illness, in the end he lost his job and wasn’t paying rent so was about to lose his house but he still had a few different options for housing.
How does a person end up with nothing.
Seeing this man made me think of something that happened earlier in the week. A very proud Mumma moment. There’s a homeless man who sits out the front of our local shopping centre. B2 and I were going in there to get some afternoon tea. Just after we paid for our food he asked for his. I thought he must have been hungry but he says to me “Mum, would it be okay if I gave my afternoon tea to that man over there, he looks hungry”. I couldn’t talk because I would’ve just burst into tears, I just handed B2 the entire bag of groceries we just bought and he walked over and put them gently in front of the man. He’s a such a good kid – a very sensitive soul.
I don’t have much myself but this week there weren’t many bills so I had a little spare cash and was able to offer to pay for some food for the man in the shop tonight.
It feels good to be able to help someone out, to pay forward after so many people reached out to me earlier this year when I was in a difficult position.
But I still feel sad. Sad for the man at the shops. Sad for the week that has passed. Sad that my house is silent and not filled with laughter and noise and mess tonight.
Tomorrow is a new day. I might start the day with a walk. I love walking in the crisp cold winter air, the baby loves being in the carrier to keep warm. Just keep walking until my mind is clear again and ready for the week ahead.
Enjoy the rest of your weekend x
Your desk is looking great. I love the rose gold and marble look!
Thank you. It seems to be the fashion at the moment, rose gold is everywhere!
Thank you, I love it. It’s nice to have a pretty workspace!
Aww what a sweet story! Those experiences helps us remember what really matters in life.
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This is so true. Seeing the difficulties that others face can put our own trials and tribulations into perspective.
Thank you for sharing…. you and your children have such kind hearts….
Thank you!
Your son is amazing! What a great thing to do!
Thank you, he is a very sweet boy …… at times 😉
loving the rose gold set up with the marble!
It’s very girly! I’ve never been a gold person but am really getting into the rose gold.
Such a sweet young man you are raising. I’d love to be able to do more to help others.
Thank you, yes he is very sweet.
thanks for sharing this friend!
Thank you for stopping by!
Sometimes it’s good to sort our feelings out and ramble a bit. I love that story of your son, what a sweetheart.
Thank you. Yes, my son is very sweet. Always thinking of others.
I love the gold and marble! So pretty!
I think some of the hardest times are when things are super quiet. It’s easy to get pulled into harder thoughts. I love that you were able to help someone who really needed it. Really can help perspective!
Thank you. The quiet times is often when the best work happens.
I definitely tend to ramble when I’m figuring out my feelings. Totally normal. That’s the thing that is most confusing about feelings. They’re so intense and they overlap and overlay and tangle up. So being able to talk about it helps us address them and sit with them for a bit.
I always find a good ramble helps! Thanks for stopping by.
I love your desk decor, I am going to make a note to myself to look into some fun looks for my desk as well!
It’s amazing the difference a nice work space can make 🙂
What a great little slice of life story. Keep it up, can’t let that rose gold and marble go to waste ?
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Your son sounds like such a kind little guy. So inspiring that he was able to recognize the man’s need at such a young age.
Yes, he is a very sensitive soul.
You’re doing a great job as a mama. You should be proud for helping that man when most would ignore him. I’ve been homeless before (well living out of a car, like him) and it is scary and sad but one of the worst parts is how people treat you and see you and the assumptions they make. It means so much to be treated like a human when you’re in that position.
If you’d ever like to unload about your friend, I have a series on my blog about those who live, love, and work with the mentally ill. I love the way you write and would be happy to host your story. Living with mental illness is more difficult than people imagine, but those around us are affected too and I think your stories also deserve to be heard.
Thank you so much! I will be in touch 🙂
This is such a sweet story! Thanks so much for sharing it with us. I am also in LOVE with that marble table with rose gold details!!
XO-Lisa
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