Tag: Life

My kids are bigger. My thighs are smaller (only just). My job is different. My house is new (to me). My man is new (to me) and incredible (to me and in general). My heart is open again. But the cracks still show. The waves of grief hit less frequently these days, and I recover much quicker. But they can still knock the wind out of me without notice. I’m less focused now on those sad last days and remembering some of the moments when she was alive. Not just living, but truly alive. I remember lying together in my…

   Yes please. Call that motherf***ing ambulance and tell them it’s an (admittedly first world) emergency, where dreams and aspirations have engaged in a head-on collision with life, there’s hopes and passions scattered all over the highway of my soul and the biggest casualty is my ego. Whatevs. That shit still stings. So the “here’s the shortest version of this shitfight that I can muster up the energy to recount” version of events is as follows. 2014 was supposed to be the year where my humble little fambily of five moved to Melbourne, to the wondrous Dandenongs (it’s a place…

Ever since I took to the streets – of cyberspace that is, paved as they are with glittery mountain dew – and asked for feedback on this blog, I’ve been taking some time to reflect on your responses and with those as a starting point, clarify exactly where I want to take things. The thing is, as much as I dig blogging just whatever-the-heck-I-feel-like when I rock up here, it’s not a particularly well thought out or effective way of getting better. Of moving forward.  There was one hunch I’d had which was confirmed by the blog survey. Again, I…

I was reminded of a moment from my past today, upon reading this gorgeous post at Edenland. I responded in the comments so thought I’d share the story with you. I was living in Sydney and had just found out I was pregnant that week, completely out of the blue and in far from ideal circumstances. Broke. Single. Jobless. It had been a rollercoaster ride of a few days, calling my sister, my friends, my ex-fiance, counsellors, asking for advice, mulling it over, drowning in hormonal angst…then that Saturday, I did something that took me completely by surprise: I made…

Have you read this post by Sarah Wilson? I add her blog posts to my “faves” list so often that I might as well go ahead and automatically star her entire blog. Anyhoo, this one particularly got me inspired. Specifically this bit: “Conjure a moment where life felt great, where you were in your sweet spot.” For me it was a random moment during a solo mountain bike trip in the Blue Mountains. Sweaty, my bike shorts sagging in the chamois gusset, I’d lain down in a hot patch of gravel overlooking a valley. I can’t think of a moment…