Life, Love and the Everyday

The first friends I ever had are my sisters, they are my biggest champions, my most enthusiastic fans when it comes to my writing and my life, they are my trusted advisors and they tell me the truth - even if its not pretty. But even when the truth hurts, their love and support for me makes me feel very blessed and I know that whatever happens, they will be by my side. The love of a kind sister is one of the greatest treasures I hold in my life and luckily, I have two such sisters. When we were growing up it was love and war. One minute we were bonding over Home & Away, the next minute we were bickering over clothes and who would use the dial-up internet or land-line (thank God Wifi came and saved us all!) our Mum never allowed us to talk smack about each other because she wanted us to grow up and have strong bonds that is like steel encased in three layers of concrete. Over the years, my sisters have saved me many times. When I was a toddler, *Victoria saved me from drowni...

A couple of weeks ago, I got a tad melancholy. I get that way sometimes because I overthink things. In this case I was thinking about the things I have wanted to do but haven't done. When I was 17 I had alot of naive optimism that life would go exactly the way I planned it. Get a steady job, marry the man of my dreams by 25, have my first kid at the age of 26 (because that's what my Mum did,) be a housewife and a successful author - oh yes, my life looked trim and tidy as a garden hedge.  Then real life happend.   It's been beautiful, ugly, calm and crazy. There are days when I want to be apart of it and days that I'd rather hide in the safety of what is familiar and comfortable.  But I'm glad that its been this way because it has made me stronger, wiser and more resilient than the 17 year old me was. If 29 years of being alive has taught me anything, its that life is happening while you're living it. I married a very wise man, because when I t...