F1 fever

I have to admit, F1 fever has finally hit me.

When Netflix announced a new season of Drive to Survive starting a few weeks ago I thought I'd check it out. No idea why - just thought I'd give it a go.

And I loved it! One episode in and I was hooked!

I've spent the better part of the past three weeks watching all six seasons and now feel I have a better understanding of F1.

I've also recently joined online dating again and thought my F1 knowledge might be of benefit when chatting to guys.

I've told them I've been watching, but no one really wanted to ask me more than that (quite disappointing as I'm willing to tell anymore who'll listen!).

I can't win!

But I didn't jump on the F1 bandwagon for a date. It's something that's come my way quite organically and unexpectedly. And I'm here for it.

We have a old family friend who's been a rev head for many years and I spent more than an hour-and-a-half chewing his ear off last week learning as much as I can about F1.

Even he was impressed with my knowledge in such a short time!

I best be off - want to see who wins the Australian Grand Prix!

Like the first time

As I stepped outside there was a thickness in the summer air that just felt like love.

I inhaled every single breath.

All of a sudden I had this overwhelming feeling about how nice it would be to be with a boyfriend experiencing this, at-times-balmy, Brisbane night together.

I was grateful to be out of the house with my friend, of course, don't get me wrong.

But with a significant other, it really hits different.

But it made me wonder about the possibilities I was finally feeling so many years after my boyfriend and I broke up.

I lost myself in the break-up and it's taken a really long time to feel anything again.

But I feel I'm there - ready to experience it all again - like the first time - but for the last time.

Waiting

I have this feeling I'm waiting for my life to start.

I'm waiting for a sign ...

I don't believe the life I'm currently living is what I'm supposed to be doing with my time.

Waiting is always the hardest part.

Waiting for the job.

Waiting for the guy.

Waiting for your life to take a turn in the direction it's supposed to be.

Waiting for the weather to clear up.

Waiting for the bus.

Waiting for the end of the day to come.

Waiting for a movie to come out.

Waiting for your friend to arrive.

Waiting for the plane.

Waiting for your next birthday.

Waiting for the sunset.

Waiting for the weekend.

Waiting to feel love again.

Life's too short to wait.

Life starts now. There's no Plan B.

Soulmates

I saw a post on Instagram recently asking if you ever thought what your soulmate was doing right now?

I don't believe in soulmates, but I do often wonder what the guy I'm supposed to be with is doing.

Is he at a friend's BBQ, wishing he has a plus one to accompany him? Did he see a gig (solo) again? Does he look around the room at all the couples, feeling extra single?

Or is he lovin' single life, cherishing these moments he won't get back? Quality time with friends and family - uninterrupted - without outside noise.

Now, I don't stay awake thinking about this, but my mind does often wonder what he's doing and how much longer I have to wait until I meet him.

I've been told I'm impatient (guilty!), however I am 43 years old. Think I have waited long enough!

I've had a few false starts in this area, but there's never been anyone I thought I would be (or wanted to be) with long term.

It's also an exciting time right now - I feel like I am on the cusp of something really great, I just haven't reached the finish line.

Now I know they say it's all about the journey - and that's cool - but it's time I had a co-pilot.

There's also another saying about a lid for every pot. I just need to make sure I'm in the right kitchen.

This independent woman is ready for what happens next - 2024 is going to be the year!