Life, Love and the Everyday

When I was young, I foolishly believed that when I was an adult people would stop being mean to each other. This was before I started watching the news and reading the garbage that pops up on my Facebook newsfeed and sadly, people who I once considered friends turning out to be meanies. These days I sadly see and hear a lot of mean. People scheming, conspiring and just being plain witchy-bitchy. On the first day of my holiday, at the beginning of an Air concert - I was thinking about mean people and getting angry thinking about mean people - which was basically me giving them more power than they deserve. So for those of you out there who are feeling discouraged, surrounded by meanies or being talked about by meanies... My advice is to forget about them. Because by forgetting about them, they are nothing to you and you stop believing the bull-shit they say about you and everyone else.  A meanie who is forgotten by everyone has no power. Love yourself so much that when somebody

Last week I was up late and scrolling through YOUTUBE when I stumbled across two videos. One of them was Sarah Knight talking about not giving a f*** (that's a life-changing video, I have watched it four times) and Shauna Shapiro saying that what we practice grows stronger. Watching those videos created a chain of events. At a Professional Development workshop I read a book about Thich Nhat Hanh which made me think about meditation. Years ago when I first tried meditation, I absolutely hated it and didn't see the point in sitting down and thinking about nothing. Now that I am twenty-eight, meditation is something I really enjoy. Just sitting there, present in the moment and hearing the sound of my breath going through my nostrils and out of my mouth and hearing the beat of my heart. I am hoping that by practicing meditation that it will help me cope with the occasional on-sets of anxiety I have. Today was my day off and after going to my personal training session, doing

LIFE A chill is in the wind and the leaves are beginning to dot and fall. What I love about Autumn is its a time of reflection and de-cluttering. With a new season at the door, A. and I are preparing ourselves for a new chapter. After four years at our current abode, we are starting to look for a rental house where we can have barbeques and built-in wardrobes. Soon we'll be saying a fond farewell to our cosy two bedroom unit that has given us a sanctuary from the world. The people who come to live in our small community are beautiful souls who fell on rough times.  I told my neighbour Jess that our units remind me of The Cave of Adullum, where David ran to hide from Saul. At first it was just him, alone in a cave and cut off from everything he knew or was, depressed and angry with his circumstances. But he wasn't alone for long, men from different walks of life with stories of their own came to seek shelter in the cave of Adullum. Sons of rich fathers who had gambled aw