I could have written this post over a million times, and I still would never be completely satisfied that my words really conveyed my feelings on this topic. The topic of the same-sex marriage plebiscite isn't just as simple as the Yes/No we are asked to respond to - there are layers, rebuttals, and valid… Continue reading Bring it back to LOVE
As a teenager I grew up with the belief that every thought I had was an exact representation of who I was. If I thought I was good at math, or singing, or being a friend, or baking, that's what I believed. However, if I had the thought that I was bad at math, singing,… Continue reading Filter your thoughts
This blog post is one that is SUPER different to all the other ones I have ever posted, but something that, for some unknown reason, I feel compelled to write. So here it is, a post inspired by the above photo, recent developments I've made in my life, conversations with friends, and books that… Continue reading Let’s be real…
Last Saturday I escaped the rush of life and just sat by the beach. Alone. Watching. Thinking. I watched the waves come in and go out, pushing the water around. Sometimes all you could hear would be the thrashing of the waves against each other. Sometimes though, I was able to hear silence. There was… Continue reading Ride the waves
Following on from my previous 'simple' post comes one that is so close to my heart at the moment. The one word that has been on my mind and on my lips this past week is content. For the majority of my life I have wanted more. I have always had a list of what… Continue reading Content (adj.)
I had the assumption that the first blog post that I wrote in a year had to be one that packed a punch, that stirred hearts, and made every reader automatically press the 'like' button. In the end, this made the days turn into months between writing a post. So here this post is. A… Continue reading I made a pizza today
Dear Mother/Mum/Mom, As a child I adored you. You taught me to speak, talk, smile, and walk. There wasn't an activity on Playschool that we didn't do, or an inch of my body that wasn't covered in paint. Every birthday was themed something different and a product of your love and hard-work. You walked us… Continue reading Happy Mother’s Day, Mother.