Matapouri: Northland, New Zealand

Behold! Just one example of New Zealand’s hidden beauties: Matapouri.

This scenic dream is located towards the top of NZ’s North Island (as you would probably would have assumed from ‘Northland’).

In a way Matapouri reminded me of Palm Springs; I think that was because of the general ‘holiday home’ type vibe that I got. However, Matapouri is on the coast and therefore lines a beach. Quite geographically different to the lovely Palm Springs. Moreover, Matapouri does not have tonnes of shops and hotels.

For You: Being Patient With Your Journey

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.

My Life Of Mistakes: Tattoo’s And the Devil’s Gin

Everyone and their mum has an opinion on tattoos, and at this point in my, as I like to call it, ‘tattoo career,’ I think I have heard a solid portion of these opinions.

I have had the stares and the questions; I have had the random people coming up to me thinking that I need Jesus; the ones that tell me I look like yakuza and can never go to Japan; I have had the; ‘you look ugly,’ ‘you’re a whore,’ ‘you don’t look feminine anymore.’ I’ve heard it, I get it. Thank you for the blessings, much love to you too.

This is the kind of stuff you learn to laugh off. People are bastards. But hey! That’s their problem and not mine.

Thankfully we are not here today to talk about bastards, well kind of, maybe at some points. You’ll see.

I’m here to talk about what I’ve learned about tattoos from getting tattoos.

However, proceed at your own risk; you know what they say about tattoos – NOT EVEN ONCE. You can’t even TALK about them or else you will be susceptible to their charismatic charm.

Oops, I Slayed my Sunday

“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.

Monsters Under The Bed: Self-Awareness and the Fall of Rome.

I consider myself an utter bat case half of the time. Most days I barely have the same pair of socks on, and even then, when I have a day where I’m feeling good about myself, I more often than not will trip in the middle of a crowded area or dribble coffee down my chin, having it land in a poetically ostracised way on my almost definitely wrinkled blouse.

I mean, as a 24-year-old, I am not sure whether there is a right answer to what you’re supposed to be doing with your life. I think most don’t have it figured out in their 20’s. Heck! I don’t think a lot of people get it figured out by their 40’s (even Instagram models and Judges – I swear to ya!).