Dear Diary

Dear Diary,  I saw Ryan today. He was standing near my locker. Jjsskkkcccc jskkcchhcccjjjjsss!!! I had just come back from PE so hope I didn’t look fug. If I did…FML! Also, am having mac and cheese for dinner (my 2nd fave after beef strog) and listening to Taylor on Spotify on repeat. So, I guessContinue reading “Dear Diary”

If you build it…

“If you build it, he will come”.   This was what Kevin Costner heard a voice say as he wandered through the corn fields in the movie “Field of Dreams”. It inspired him to overcome obstacles and build a baseball diamond in his field which attracts Shoeless Joe Jackson and other dead baseball players emerge fromContinue reading “If you build it…”

I ship us

Part 1 of 2 No man is an island (apparently) and relationships with others are inevitable. But negotiating these can sometimes be a minefield. Does he like me? Is she mad at me? Why are they always too busy? I said I was FINE! How can we navigate the sometimes stormy seas in our relationContinue reading “I ship us”

Sliding Doors

Do you ever wonder what might have been had you made a different choice in the moment? Like, if you hadn’t missed that train would you have stayed in a crappy relationship selling sandwiches in an office rather than hooking up with the spritely Scottish guy from ‘Four Weddings and A Funeral’ and getting aContinue reading “Sliding Doors”

An Army of Me

“And if you complain once more. You’ll meet an army of me”. Björk: Army of Me  I saw a vision of an army of me stretching back as far as the eye can see. It was during a time-line visualisation (led by the lovely Carry at Atriba) where I was picturing myself as a child andContinue reading “An Army of Me”

New year, more me

Well, I’m sure we’re all au fait with the ‘new year, new me’ phenomenon which sees gym memberships spike rapidly and then attendance plummet swiftly after a fortnight. But this year I’m trying something different, to allow myself to surrender to being ‘more me’. Not the watered down me or the more socially acceptable meContinue reading “New year, more me”

Past Dwelling

The past can be a pleasant place to visit but you wouldn’t want to live there. Besides being impossible (pending purchase of the DeLorean) it stops you from enjoying the present for the present that it is and moving forward with joyous intentions and a kick-ass hair-do and wardrobe (one hopes). Past-dwelling doesn’t have toContinue reading “Past Dwelling”

5 More First Dates

The Lunch Date I was: Nervous, wrapped up, plait swinging. It started with: Me going to hug him as he held out his hand to shake mine. He was: Intense. Wry. To –the- point. Buttoned-up. Reminded me of: Alan Rickman. We talked about: Travel. Sydney. War. Property. We laughed about: Me insisting he try theContinue reading “5 More First Dates”

5 First Dates

The Bar Date I was: Nervous, cold, boots clip-clopping. It started with: Him squeezing my hands to warm them up. He was: Tall. Craggy. Dry. Talkative. Reminded me of: A mountain goat in a good way. We talked about: Children. Photography. Sobriety. I was he wasn’t. We laughed about: Him talking with his hands likeContinue reading “5 First Dates”

Scandi Fever

Is it me or are the Swedish better at everything? I’m flush with Scandi Fever at the moment after frequenting the Scandinavian Film Festival, binge watching “Bonus Family” on Netflix and devouring meatballs. Minimal design, blonde people, cinnamon buns, latte papas. I want to go to there. Flat-packs: While it’s true I can’t find anContinue reading “Scandi Fever”