Deep breath, I’m getting personal here. But I’m sure I’m not alone. So here goes. How many people feel like they attract drama in their life? Go on, really think about it. I’m not necessarily talking about huge events of misfortune, disruption or calamity. By all means they count, but even little day to day…
Yesterday the Australian Writers’ Centre announced open their Best Australian Blogs 2013 Competition. And I sucked up a huge bit of courage and entered this blog under the words/writing category. It may seem a little pointless entering a competition in which you have no hope in winning. It is not that I have such a…
So I am sitting her on the couch on a Saturday afternoon. The house is quiet and still, the afternoon sun is streaming through the curtains and I am alone. Yes. Alone. Without children. Without husband. Husband is off quoting a few jobs, the older girls (my step daughters) are at their Mum’s for the…
Back in January I blogged how life on the internet was choking me. It was stifling my creativity and connection with real life. I vowed to ‘break up’ with life online indefinitely, but I also hinted I might pop back in with my progress. Needless to say here I am. So what have I been…
I’m on vacation at the moment. Each year in January we head to my favourite city in Australia, Adelaide for the Tour Down Under cycling spectacular. And this year marks our ninth consecutive trip. Adelaide and the Tour Down Under has special memories for us. My husband proposed to me on the streets of Adelaide,…
It seems ironic that I am writing a blog to answer the question at hand, but that is the way of the world. Or is it? Have we become so overpowered by the internet that we truly believe we cannot live without it? Are we all simply succumbing to the ‘if you can’t beat them…
I hesitate before I wrote this post, mainly because it could be viewed as negative, but it’s not really intended to be. Truth is I have had this post in my head for such a long time. These thoughts that constantly grind away and sometimes begin to consume me. Regrets are hard. They have such…
