Tag: Goals

On Boxing Day, I finally, for the first time ever, watched β€œIt’s A Wonderful Life.” Oh my Bowie. I loved it. I related to it. I guess you could say I responded to it in exactly the same way in which I was supposed to. The idea of feeling like a failure, like you’ve never managed to leave the place you were planted, never been able to achieve whatever it was in life you thought you could have…only to realise that all of the beautiful parts of your life were right in front of you all along. It’s so cheesy…

I spent the countdown to New Years’ Eve sitting on the hill in the amphitheatre at Woodford Folk Festival, bawling my eyes out while giving 2014 the finger. After the shite-pile that was last year for my family – death, divorce, two interstate moves and severe declines in mental illness – it really did seem that entering this new year, the only way was up. And you know what? I really think it was. In 2015, I: fell even more utterly and completely head over heels in love with a truly brilliant and wonderful human; became a Clown Doctor in…

One massive thing I haven’t even told you about yet is that I have been working my BUTTOCKS off – all seven of them – lately on re-writing my entire book proposal. Do you remember I told you yonks and yonks ago about the book I was writing about mothers pursuing big dreams, etc? (You can read one of the interviews from it here if you’re so inclined!) Well, that’s the one I’m on about. The whole premise has had a pretty major re-work, I’m stunningly happy with how it’s heading and for once in my life, I have decided…

I am overwhelmed by spam. Not the “SPAM SPAM” type of spam that can suck you in with its pseudo-friendly “Hey! Jenny! Remember me?”, a subject which possesses such confidence that you give the unfamiliar sender’s name “Rick Aston? Hmmm, sounds familiar. Maybe I do know Rick Aston!” the benefit of the doubt and click on their email, only to be bashed over the head with “$2.99 VIAGRA PILLS! ASK ME HOW!” No, no, I’m talking about the spam that is self-inflicted. Emails I’ve signed up for, with nothing to blame other than my passion for an online giveaway. I…

Goals. Yes, I know, I know, carrying on from my last post about the year that’s been, clearly I have absolutely NO lightbulbs going off at all as to how to go about lowering my ambitions. I know all about the ‘why’, but it doesn’t translate into any tangible changes. As I watched Eddie Izzard’s “Believe” doco again the other day, this time with my sister, it really struck me how even though he came to the realisation that his ridiculous over-achieving compulsion was directly related to his early childhood trauma of his mother’s death, evidently, just knowing it is…