Tag: motivation

I am a (somewhat ashamed) New Year’s Resolution kinda gal. But…this year, I’ve opted out of making any of my traditional ridiculous claims to heights-a-lofty, and instead decided to keep it simple. My goal? To enjoy it. A few triggers for this: 1) Earlier this year, I got an email from my literary agent. She commented that I’d been so busy this year and asked a very simple question: “are you enjoying it?” Now, whether or not she meant that to rock my soul, so that I’d think deeply about whether I was in fact, enjoying the ride, or whether…

I am absolutely crap, as in CRAPPEDY CRAP CRAP CRAP at keeping up with comments on my youtube channel. Facebook on the other hand? I’m a genius. But youtube? Forget it. But today, I caught up. I always brace myself before I ever check these random commenters’ posts, readying for for the punch in the guts that could just be round the corner. But…the ones I uncovered today – and then sheepishly replied to these many months after they were originally posted! – were actually rather lovely. This one stood out, re: last year’s home tour video: “Keep up the…

It’s a tough gig this fundraising thing. I am stressed. But trying to breathe. And taking massive comfort in the support of those around me who are jumping on board the mission to help make this happen. Like in life in general I guess, we have to remember in times of overwhelm that WE ARE NOT ALONE. Take for instance this weekend just gone. Saturday morning, the morning after the comedy fundraiser here in Brissie – a cause to which many fabulous comedians I love donated their time to rock the house – I woke up feeling sweaty and panicked.…

I’m terrified even writing this blog post, namely cos the moment I hit ‘publish’, it’s gonna become real. AGH. So a few weeks ago a pretty rocking dream came true. I got asked to be one of the participants in a damn amazing TV project. Actually, there’s a bit of a story as to how it all came about. Back at the good old Adelaide Fringe earlier this year, there I was strutting my stuff onstage at Titters, one of my favourite shows ever to guest in, filled as it is with delicious lady comics who I dig hugely onstage…

Most days I have so many damn ideas floating around in this little old brain that their sheer volume presses on some strange nerve inside and renders me paralysed. Unable to choose one. Unable to act on any. Unable to move forward. I am, you see, a bonafide scanner. Sarah Wilson first introduced me to this concept on her blog – which I dig tremendously – and immediately it made sense. Compound to this the discovery that I am a classic ENFP personality type – no really, I even did the test twice – and there you have it. I…