A change or two for the newb

Well the last month has sure been a doozy and sadly my ambition to post weekly has been an absolute fail! Sure killed the vibe of consistency, bloody newbie!
Sooo what’s been my deal? I kicked off May in a brand spankin’ new role with Optus ahhh my beloved team, Ole! Ole! Ole! And during the first week of meeting my new entourage and absorbing my new roles and responsibilities, I was unexpectedly head-hunted externally; making for one tough decision – anyone who has followed me on snapchat would have a clear idea of just how much I love my job at Optus and my colleagues especially documenting the frustrations of the anti-snappers #snapchatfiend Ha!

So there was now a big ol’ question mark looming, forcing me to consider if Optus was still the best option for me and my little clan. With an opportunity to work closer to home, have more time with my honey loves and to bring more bread to the table; my options had to be earnestly explored. Long story short, blah blah blah I made the decision which was best for my family and I; I resigned from Optus cried like a damn fool on multiple occasions and have since hit the ground running or so I hope with my new company. With the first week under my belt; although experiencing some serious separation anxiety from Optus the love was THAT real, I’m slowly transitioning into the new industry and new work culture and it’s been… pretty darn great.

Amongst these changes I also celebrated Mr Chingalings birthday, my baby turned TWO! I can’t believe it, time sure is one stealthy thief! My loved ones and I celebrated our fearless wonder boy with a Playdate Picnic in the Park where we rocked out for almost 7 hours on swings, slides, scooters, flying foxes and climbing walls with many of our family and friends. Blaxland Riverside Park – make the trek, you won’t regret it. *Photo cred: George Osborne AKA Georgie

You see, I was a little busy BUT in fairness I can’t blame my lack of posts on just the above. Although my ass was seriously exhausted from 5 weeks of chaos, by the time I came to start writing this post I realised I’d never considered if once a week was not only too ambitious but too often for any audience? Or not often enough? No one wants to be the chic or dude whose posts are sooooo regular or ridiculous they result in exasperated eye rolls or grunts - but then again… who says I even have an audience?! Getting over myself very quickly because - well yeah, I’m a total newb - I remind myself that I work full time, parent two humans and I’m still discovering my blogger flow but where lies the importance is that I’m determined to keep at it even if posts are five weeks apart! So, thank you frequenters who have patiently held me accountable by asking when my next post was – here it is! And thank YOU for swaying with me and taking up the read!

I may be delayed but… I’m here to sway! xx

Catching your breath

Regardless of whether you're a parent, single or one half of a duo; I'm a huge advocate for solo time, doing just you! It's healthy to take in all that is you - especially when you're not feeling so whole. Whether it be driving to the shops, coffee date for one, in my case a quick jetset, time to yourself to "bookworm" it, or a day at the beach, I say make time for you with only you.
I'm a social kid and FOMO can get the total best of me, but I've discovered there's only so long you can deny yourself "me" time before your soul starts to demand it for you even if it's a mere 11 minutes of your day.

This post right hurrr is in relation to my time of not feeling so... Regular. Whole. Human. No time like the present to keep it one hundred right? 
In times of distress or let's be honest when life's in utter shambles, what better way to regroup than to take some time, count your blessings, visit friends, make memories, reminisce the old, meet new faces, cry until you can’t, laugh until it hurts and breathe. Really breathe? I couldn't think of any better alternative so that’s precisely what I set out to do. 

Having been confronted with more change than I'd ever endured over a span of years in the space of a few short weeks between work, family and my own personal state of mind; it had been a tough few months. I'd reached a place where I was so mentally, spiritually and physically overwhelmed with all these adjustments that sleep deprivation had become a well-known friend frenemy more so and anxiety a close cousin. This dynamic duo bore the sweet gifts of isolation and balding uh-huh my hair was falling out. It's more than fair to say I was "losing it", I lost my ability to be the best version of myself and the best influence for my babies. I wasn't aware at the time but I was in need of something to lead me back to - well, me. A new and improved me *wink* was what we were going for.

Seizing an opportunity selflessly provided by my loved ones I cleared five days, packed up my carry on, kissed my little loves and Jetstarred my way to my beloved city of Brisbane and set out to regather myself and breathe. Breathe deep. 
I filled my days in the sunshine state enveloped in the best of company, spending some serious quality time with some of my best friends. 
I made the most of cheeky chuckles with their delicious babies, celebrated the presence of some phenomenal people, honoured International Womens Week by way of music you were killer Melody, had glorious lounge room chills, road tripped it to Byron Bay with my loves, danced, sung and shamelessly Snapchatted more often than I should care to admit! <insert shameless plug to Snapchat> snap me at: tahleahlindsay -ha!

Frequently FaceTiming my little loves throughout each day kept me close to home. Their laughs, excitable and speedy spoken stories of the days events; along with sweet camera covering kisses, were a clear reminder that although I'm often confronted with the feeling of being a fail of a parent with the incessant need to push harder to be so much better, wiser, stronger; their love for me knows no bounds. And while I get my head, emotions and hair game back on point let's hope the balding ceases their love remains the same. They're endlessly adoring no matter my matted yet thinning hair, occasional tears, sentimental breakdowns, awful attempts at reading in character I do a pretty bad ass Big Bad Wolf though or those nights they have simple eggs and noodles because mama is lacking kitchen creativity and energy! I'm not the only one right?! Distance couldn't make my heart grow any more fonder but it sure was a tender reminder how sweet it is to love and be loved by the sweetest little souls, my honey loves. 

Ughhh, Brisbane though... You are and have always been oh-so sweet to me you glorious city! 
These five days provided so much goodness for my soul sounds so cornballs but seriously - so much goodness. I breathed in the good and exhaled the bad, purposefully freed my soul of any unnecessary absurd and delusional burdens and took time to rid my mind of all the negative clutter. I focused on the love, good energy and sweetness of Brisbane and its inhabitants whilst counting my blessings one by one. I lost count, too blessed to be stressed hey. Eating among the kindest hearts, meeting sweet faces that new girlfrannnnnd you make in the bathroom - shout out to Tish and learning some legitimate life lessons from a practical stranger Dan, a stranger no more - seriously made for a memorable trip.

I know in relation to my time away in Brisbane some even many may criticise and claim my "breather" was unnecessary and largely selfish. That put simply, I should have sucked it up and pulled my sh*t together; and to that all I can say is, each to their own.
I hear you, trust me. Tried and tested I assure you, and should mention - Failed. I tried various methods/avenues to overcome what mental and emotional strains I was dealing with and got a whole lot of nowhere. Taking time to myself was encouraged by my loved ones and for their suggestions I won't feel guilt or shame. Instead, I'm grateful for the love and support I'm surrounded by and that a need for revival in me was identified even if too proud to admit it myself and this time away, this "me" time, "solo" time - call it what you will; it proved to be valuable in more ways than one. I returned edified, with a renewed energy and uplifted spirit, with a better understanding of my worth as a woman and mama, feeling closer to "whole" than I had in a long time with the ability to breathe easy. 

So here's to catching your breath! If you need it even for just a moment get that solo time in. It's not so much selfish as to being somewhat necessary for the mind, heart and soul! Don't deny or neglect your mental and emotional health. 
Breathe deep. Then repeat. 

Keep to your sway, xx

And we're up + at 'em!

Ohh snap, first post here we are! Feet shufflin' and shoulder poppin'

Given how much the first read/visit to a new blog can influence whether or not one returns, I'll say - whether it's the first of many or the first and last - sweet thanks for your time visiting my little journal. I'm truly sahhh excited!

Before I share too much on this very public platform, I'm reminding myself to be a realist and shed light on the truth that it can be a tough gig being apart of today's society. Digital in particular. Right?! Particularly when the weight of expectation, manipulation and condescension are heavily thrust upon us as women/men, mothers/fathers, friends and leaders causing us to be more vulnerable, making it all the more easier to be influenced by what we hear, read and watch.

The realist in me knows some of what I may share won't be for everyone and with that being said I'll make it no secret I personally believe you do you, I'll do me. Each to their own. I have a hope even if some say I'm foolish that we'd try our best to never compromise ourselves, how we feel, or what makes us happy simply as result of poor judgement and/or by the opinions of others. No matter the style of your clothes, the company you keep, the brand of nappies or wipes you use to clean your babies butt, even the choice to drink bottled water and never tap or that you use a twelve dollar face primer beneath an exy I can't afford to eat for a week foundation; your preferences and the choices you make are just that - your preferences and your choices.
Just as what I share on here are a reflection of mine. My experiences, passions, choices and well yeah my opinions. They're not always right, PC or sensible yep sadly I'm not a genius know it all but they are mine and I own them. I'm a sharer the occasional over sharer but for me it's all about connecting and learning with some laughter in the mix.

Here's to one post down with countless to go and hopefully a mutual understanding I'm only trying to engage, not offend sooo come bask in the ambiance of my little Tale & Sway even if occasionally ridiculous.  

Come sway with me, xx

Gearing UP UP + AWAY


Annnnd so the prep begins! I'm sitting here moving pages here, rearranging photographs there and I am still yet to publish a thing. Ugh. Note to future self: Don't deflect from being proactive and productive. It doesn't look good on you.

After those 40 words, I'm pretty sure it's time to Kit-Kat...

I kid I kid. On a legitimate note, hats off to all the bloggers I girl-fan over! Content and presentation is not as straight forward as most believe. The fuss pot that is me certainly appreciates a well designed page with little clutter and easy navigation!

Here's to kicking off prep for this here, my little Tale & Sway cheers + clink. I'm not even actively published yet - BUTTT you know what? It's best to document these pre-op steps no? Or is it present-op, geez I don't know but the gist is I'm noting the process. 

Maybe in my case I should call some parts of my prep stumbling blocks; it's demanding and some what dependent on time, inspiration, procrastination, value, accessibility and space. Definitely on creativity as well.

Zee to do list:
- Finalise zeee logo - props to lianaevelewis.com
- Embrace this here digital space - totally key
Decide which photos I look best in - keeping it real, ha!
Secure my domain
- Subscribe my site
- Build content
- Get snap happy - already on the case
- Stop procrastinating
- Repeat the above 'to do' - that's right, stop writing about prep and actually do some. 

On that note. I best get to kicking into gear to get that prep in motion to get this up, up + away!

Here's to finding my feet!