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If I had put a dollar into a jar for every time that I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror, the jar would be heavy. I would be harsh and tell myself that my foibles were gross imperfections and … Continue reading
There are some extraordinarily good days and there are some excruciatingly bad days. In between, there feels like a range from great, to ‘meh’, through to ‘climbing out of the wrong side of bed’, days. Once, at the tail-end of … Continue reading
I love a good epiphany that smacks you in the face while you are in the midst the most mundane of activities. This one is from when I was mowing the lawns last weekend; pushing that machine back and forth … Continue reading
Travel is a whirlwind adventure filled with wonderment, adventure, escapism, and personal growth. You put yourself out there, out of the security of your bubble and into the unknown – sometimes a little, sometimes a lot. Everything was going great … Continue reading
There is one thing that I have been notoriously good at throughout the years and that is being hard on myself; judgmental, critical, mean, deplorable, hurtful, and downright nasty – you name it, I have internally uttered the most destructive … Continue reading
In a world where we are so busy, rushing around to tick boxes and achieve for someone else, for ourselves… Be kind to self. In a world where there is never enough time to fit every single thing into a … Continue reading
Often we are told to ‘forgive’, to release ourselves from begrudging clutches. Sometimes we feel like we can’t, sometimes we feel like we have, and sometimes we just don’t want to let go. When you have truly forgiven, when something … Continue reading
There is something intensely wonderful about travelling, about seeing the world with eyes wide open and mouth agape; learning, growing, understanding, being, experiencing gratitude… longing for more. Whilst dining out on a sun-kissed piazza, biting into a mouthful of fresh … Continue reading
I want to write about the day that I had my cut my hair… because this wasn’t any ordinary haircut. I was sitting on a black salon chair, the kind that swivels awkwardly and sticks to your bare legs if … Continue reading