2013 is drawing to a close and it’s this time of year that we tend to look forward to the new year. The opportunity to wipe the slate clean and start again with fresh hope. For me, before looking forward, I look to reflect on the year that was.
I have moments when a part of me aches for the pure, innocent days of my childhood. Days when the best thing that happened was walking to the corner store with twenty cents to buy a bag of mixed lollies.
I have been M.I.A for the past week. It wasn’t planned or scheduled, it just happened.
We spent five days visiting Sydney and having the best time. Days were spent wandering, beaching, exploring, shopping and taking in the splendid sites of Sydney harbour.
For a huge part of my life I have tried to hide who I am.
I have tried to be what others want.
I have followed paths influenced by others.
I have been embarrased and shy to show who I really am.
Perhaps it’s because until recently, I didn’t know who I was.
“The sea washes angrily against the rocky shoreline while the wind howls and moans with a painful tiredness. Looking out the small window the only light is the long flash from above me warning the ships to stay awake, be alert and travel onward safely. Although the storm is rising the blackness of night is calming.
If there is one question I hate being asked it is the old ‘So… what do you do?’ What do I do? What don’t I do more to the point? But that’s an entirely different post for another day! You see we are so much more than just one thing, one label. It got me … Read more
I need to let you in on a little secret. I have an obsession with quotes. Those words of wisdom that if they weren’t so right, they’d indeed be corny, of which some are very much so. You see sometimes when I can’t find the right words, I look for quotes. Recently our eldest daughter … Read more
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 … Read more