The power of small words
Today is another grey day here at Granite Glen.
Which normally I am all for – rain is usually very welcome here – except we have weaner calves in the yards (cool wet weather doesn’t make for comfortable space for them).
There were a few of them… I was trying to take photos while riding Pickles (Dash’s horse who is a little un-bendy in his head and neck) and also worrying about Violet, who was home from school sick.
I won’t do that again. I did none of those chores very well. Live and learn…
As the boys feed the weaners their hay this morning, and I share these couple of images with you, I have to admit to having a little flat patch in my mood.
As you may know, I am a chick who likes to get things done. Things were so hectic in the lead up to, and during Beef 2012, that I desperately needed some down time after we got home. Only trouble is that I don’t relax very well (I feel lazy and get all guilty). Maybe I am just having trouble changing gears? Anyone else ever feel like that?
One thing I tend to do (which probably doesn’t help with my unease over ‘wasting time’) is that I check my facebook and twitter pages. I love seeing who has followed, liked or commented lately. Makes me feel connected. Sometimes I chat to people I know well, sometimes it’s complete strangers. Well, they’re not COMPLETELY strange. But they have a wonderfully strange sense of humour.
I sent out a tweet, calling for a smile, and got a lovely little avalanche of silliness…
I would include some of the others but my screenshot key seems to have bitten the dust. One fave was from @nedscreek1:
Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.
That made me giggle!
Short, sweet and funny. 140 characters of goodwill and giggles.
There is a certain skill in making your point, or getting to the punchline in such limited space. It’s a challenge I kind of enjoy really.
Then this morning I noticed that one new follower had a name I recognised, from this post.
So I said ‘g’day’.
I feel like framing that. Rob’s Mum. How VERY cool. I love that not only is Twitter being increasingly used by bushies as a tool to share info and take part in discussions, but also people of all generations are dipping their toes in. And (hopefully) finding the water warm and inviting.
Think about it – Suplejack is Australia’s most remote cattle station. They make Granite Glen look like the suburbs! But in this day and age, they (and most Aussie bushies) don’t need to feel quite so isolated… pretty amazing really. The thought makes me smile.
And (as I do when I need to lift my mood) I visited my friend Kate, who had this amazing image she had taken and paired with this fabulous quote.
I have told her she needs to sell this poster. Isn’t it amazing?
Please make sure you visit her to see more of her incredible work… she always chooses appropriate and amazing quotes. Distilled snaps of someone’s clever thought that makes it all make sense.
So today, in their own ways, I let Twitter & blogs lift my mood. And it worked.
Next therapy is ironing with a sappy movie. Or Ellen.
This is how I roll.
Do you use social media much? If so, why? If not, why not?
Intrigued to hear your responses…