Life, Love and the Everyday

LIFE While I was reading "Big Magic" by Elizabeth Gilbert. I was absolutely blown away by it, swept up in the magic, the wonder of creativity and the plain honesty. As I was reading it I realised that I had been making excuses for not being creative. My favourite excuse was that I do not have room in my humble two-bedroom unit - the day I finished reading the book I went and bought a set of twelve small tubes of paint and have dabbled a little bit. Magic came forth, colours blended and merged. What I learnt out of reading Big Magic was that I apologise way too much - sometimes when I know I have messed up and the rest of the time just out of habit. It's time to kick sorry in the balls. For a long time I believed that a successful writer was a famous one, for the past couple of years I have been starting and then abandoning projects because just when it starts to look good I ask myself 'Is it perfect?' or 'Will it get published?' and then I become

Guilt is like an unravelling ball of yarn. It's difficult to wind it back neatly, it follows you, trips you up when you least expect it, it gathers and knots together tightly. The only way to get rid of guilt is to cut it off. Guilt is something that has surfaced alot for me. One of those things was watching A. work two, sometimes three casual jobs and I felt like a failure even though I work part-time three days a week. Then I realised, after talking with *Victoria, *Cassandra and my neighbour Jess, that my contribution to our home was being able to provide stability, emotional support, cleaning, laundry and that shifted my perspective of me as a failure to being a provider and partner. I am still sifting through the guilt of other things. Like keeping a low-profile on the social scale this year, not following through with my 2017 Resolution of giving up soft-drink and while there is still time for me to be a size ten - it's a tight squeeze!  I know that as I chase t

Saturday: 27th of May The eight hour flight was uneventful and pleasant. I was sitting next to a nice, quiet Asian bloke who helped me find the ear-phone speaker, how to operate my small television and how to put the corded television remote back in its holder. I'm not exactly the most tech-savvy person... I spent the whole flight watching Victoria and somewhere in the middle I had a little kip. I arrived in Singapore at 3:10PM that afternoon. Nervous but excited, I disembarked the plane - and couldn't stop myself from muttering 'Holy shit!' when I saw the immigration lines. It was organised chaos; I spent about twenty minutes waiting in that line before heading through security check and then went to pick up my luggage. I went and stood at the first conveyor belt I saw for a good five minutes before I looked up at the sign and realised I was waiting at the wrong place. I moved to the next conveyor belt and found my suitcase. Then I was free. I headed out the doo

LIFE Last Thursday morning at 10:03AM, A. and I arrived back in Brisbane from ten days of travelling. We spent five days in Brunei Darussalam before jumping on a ferry for Labuan where we spent a night, then we got a plane to Sabah (shortest flight I have ever been on) where we spent two nights before going back to Labuan, spent another night there before heading back to Brunei Darussalam for one more night before waking up at 4:30AM on Wednesday to fly out to Singapore at 9:15AM. We spent twelve delightful hours in transit before hopping on a plane back home. If there is ever an apocalypse, Singapore Airport is the place to be! For the past five days A. and I have been adjusting ourselves to the cold climate that we have come back to after spending ten days in the tropics. The first couple of days were a bit 'meh' because the second we scanned our passports at immigration our overseas holiday had well and truly ended. I'll say this for A. and I, we travel well tog