Just a quick one from me today. I'm well aware of the gravity of my two previous posts. I think this calls for an explorative, gratitude-focused interruption of my doomsdayism journalling. Keeping it simple, I've decided to share an exhaustive list of current things I'm grateful for. Perhaps you could give one a go? While… Continue reading Flexing the Gratitude Muscle: A Tempeh-Loving 90s Baby’s Exposé
Western paradigms, systems and ideologies (*cough* capitalism, neoliberalism) are unequivocally to blame for the predicament unfolding before us every single day. So far, Jason Hickel's Less is More: How Degrowth Will Save the World has laid out emergence of capitalism, and it's pretty dang ugly. In short, there was a gradual shift humanity's relationship to… Continue reading Climate Change: Adapting, Accepting and Actually Having a Life (Part Two)
Genuinely - I never thought I could be this happy. Weird way to start a climate change post, but how goes it? I'm currently reading Less is More: How Degrowth Will Save the World by Jason Hickel, and I'm simultaneously enthralled, numbed and compelled. Compelled to talk about this shit once more, to build upon… Continue reading Climate Change: Adapting, Accepting and Actually Having a Life (Part One)
I've been recovering from a knee injury recently. It turns out that knees don't like it when you go on long, erratic jogs after not running for weeks at a time. Maybe it's my mid-twenties catching up with me? It's nothing serious, just patella tendonitis. Not as concerning as the Latin would have you believe… Continue reading Creaky Knees and Dopamine-Seeking Swims
Having body hair - anywhere except on the scalp - is seen by most women as a drag, a pet peeve, or even disgusting. It's something to be ashamed of, something to get rid of, something to cover up. I understand that; I've grown up with that societal expectation around me. From friends, from family,… Continue reading Fearing the Hair
It's Christchurch Pride, and what better way to celebrate than to throwback to a spoken word I wrote about religious trauma, crushing on a straight girl, and the catharsis of coming out? (yaaaay) For realsies though, even though this is an old poem now, and I have outgrown it in many ways, I love how… Continue reading Confession (Spoken Word Poem)
The year has only just started and I'm already finding it difficult to turn my work brain off. Whenever I have a significant shift in my schedule, I struggle to adjust for a while. Often, a week or two (or three) is spent in limbo. Going back to school is a prime example. Does anyone… Continue reading Bribing Teenagers and Dragonfly Brain
If you know me, the fact that I recently buzzed my hair short is old news. It's something I had wanted to do for at least two years, but fear has held me back. Fear of what others might think, that I would hate it and would have to suffer the consequences - fear of… Continue reading Androgyny and Autism
"I looked in the rear view mirror and all I saw was 'gators" is a sentence I never imagined my girlfriend (or anyone, for that matter) uttering - but it's 2023 and anything is possible. Waitangi weekend saw my partner and I tenting at Rakahuri (Ashley Gorge). Our modest abode for the mutunga wiki She… Continue reading Inflatable Crocodiles, Dora-the-Exploring and an Angry Gust
I honestly never expected to be posting about this, but here we are. Being Post-Christian This year marks eight years since I left the church and began my de-conversion journey. This means I’ve been 'post-Christian' and outside of the church (2015-2023) as long as I was a Christian in the church (2007-2015). It was hands… Continue reading Visiting My Old Church Again
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