Tag: life
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Not really
I’m not one for regrets, for wishing that I could stop the hands of time. Not one for ripping open the fabric of time, reaching in and recreating what has already been. That moment no longer exists. I don’t find that type of thinking particularly productive or positive. Am I able to reflect on past…
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Unbelievable… not in a good way.
I am the eighth of ten children, and, as you can imagine, there are many personalities, temperaments and challenges within such a large family. My eldest sibling has been estranged from me and my youngest sister for the last 7 years. Unfortunately, my eldest sibling has always been a consummate gaslighting narcissist. Our relationships completely…
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Ah, just the very tip of the tip of the iceberg.
I may come across as open, willing to share, or divulge some of my deepest and darkest, or rawest and most sensitive stories, moments and or reflections. Yet, the truth is my childhood prepared me to become like a vault – in which my truest, most special and sacred thoughts, feelings, emotions and memories are…
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Sad but true.
I am the 8th child of 10 children. I have always flown under the radar, and danced to the beat of my own drum. I was a mix of precociousness, naivety, exuberance, shyness, sensitivities and athleticism. I excelled at what I loved, and completely sucked at what I disliked. (hello neurospicey) My life was all…
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Life …
What things give me energy? Funnily enough, the jetpack notice for this writing prompt flashed across my iPhone while I was sweaty, and knee deep in early Sunday morning gardening. I smiled as I read it, and thought to myself “Ok, don’t forget to respond to the prompt” . I put my phone down, put…
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Why indeed!
Why do I blog? or more importantly why do I write? I am like a multifaceted, multi-nuanced threadbare rug, with many textures, colours, and shades. I’m a complex, overthinking pragmatic dreamer with my head in the clouds and my feet firmly embedded within the earth. I am like a tethered balloon – half adrift- half…
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It’s the intangible… the imagined.
What I enjoy most about writing is ironically somewhat difficult to capture in mere words. It’s the intangible, the unknown, the dance with the thought, the emotion, or the idea. It is the process, the creation, the evolution, unmasking, and even the revealing of something from nothing. The writing process somewhat mirrors or parallels alchemy,…
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Who are we? What are we?
Is it any wonder that so many of us seem to be struggling with life, and the prolific geopolitical problems, not to mention the ensuing social and political issues? Regardless of what small piece of earth you call home, we are all affected. Some of us more directly, whilst others are affected vicariously. The need…
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Blissful ignorance.
Yes, I barely remember life before the internet. I barely remember a life before technology and information incessantly streaming through like intense light rays or sun beams. What was life before the inundation of data? I barely remember a life that was separate to, and not dependent on technology, data and connection. Was it a…
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The importance of feeling like the other – the outsider.
I’m currently travelling throughout Europe, on a family holiday. As an Australian, who is english speaking it is easy to exist in my own little bubble, feeling comfortable and confident in my own privileged sphere. My husband is Dutch, from the Netherlands, but has lived in Australia since we first met during a university holiday…
Selectively Juggling 