Two years since I decided that I couldn’t live like that anymore.
Two years since I started facing one of the hardest parts of who I was.
Two bloody years.
I had gotten to a point in my eating disorder that I could no longer imagine my life without it. As if my ED had finally made itself a formal extension of me.
No, screw that.
Two years since I stopped letting my ED control my every movement, plan my schedules, and run my life.
Continue reading ➞ Cheerio’s & Fruitloops: Dangers in the Pantry and my ED.
I am a tattooed law student that secretly dreams of owning a restaurant. I love ballet and I often listen to Creed while I’m driving.
Let’s do it again; I am a New Zealand citizen, who was born on a tiny island in the middle of the Pacific and grew up in Los Angeles California.
Well I’ll be.
Continue reading ➞ Tiled Mosaics & Our Freedom To be Free
Positivity is contagious. It is so inspiring and wonderful to see in others. I mean have you ever been around a negative person? Have you ever noticed how utterly draining it is to be around that person? How they seem to just suck the air right out of the room and fill it with slowly boiling water as if ready for the entire room to burn to death – maniacal bastards.
I have been around my fair share of negative people and there is absolutely nothing enticing about their personality. Not for me, no thanks, I’ll run in the other direction.
Continue reading ➞ Right; Let’s Do This! Positivity and the Neat Freak.
Steal My Heart Away
Van Morrison – Down the Road
Beast of Burden – Remastered
The Rolling Stones
Fleetwood Mac – Rumours
Islands In The Stream
Sittin’ On The Dock of The Bay
Take it Easy
Bring It On Home To Me
Brandy (You’re a Fine Girl)
With A Little Help From My Friends
Don’t Let the Sun Go Down On Me
Elton John Caribou
What are your favourites!?
As in, where the fuck has my inspiration gone?
As in, I’ve worked for the last 6 years of my life studying towards a degree but what the fuck is happening now that I am about to graduate?
The; dun dun naaa, what the heck is next? And can I actually be bothered doing what I have been doing for the last however many years?
I call this the clarity after the ‘working haze.’ And it has nothing to do with clarity at all. In fact, it is quite literally the opposite. It is, rather, a haze of insecurity, a clouded sense of self; and a very misappropriated motivation.
Continue reading ➞ Crap, I Dropped My Inspiration.
This is for anyone that feels like they are not going fast enough;
For anyone that feels they are constantly behind someone or something;
For anyone that feels like they ought to be doing more, trying harder, being better;
This is for anyone that feels failure;
Not just in their heart; But in their soul.
This is for any one that dreams of the future but can’t help but fear the present.
This is for that fear that lives inside of you; But this is also for the you that lives inside of you.
Continue reading ➞ For You: Being Patient With Your Journey
“How are you!?”
“Oh, yeah, you know, Mondays”
Spilled coffee, a two-day hangover crisp with potential regrets, one mis-matched sock because you overslept and rushed out the door – and the deep sad recognition that the weekend is over and a new week has only just begun.
Monday’s, am I right? I’m sure they have gone down in history as the most hated and absolutely useless day of the week. After two days of mindless frolicking you are back to the organised reality of the real world. On top of that there is often this innate uselessness that you feel on a Monday; like somehow all the experience you had doing whatever it is that you fill your days with has somehow just… evaporated and left you as a the dimwitted newbie that just started. Phone calls become harder, you aren’t quite sure if you just called in a client or actually told them to leave you alone, you probably mispronounced a word that made you sound like a dick, and now you have to get your stuff together and try and do a presentation to a room full of people. It is highly likely that you will cry afterward.
Continue reading ➞ Oops, I Slayed my Sunday