There are three things I choose to believe: At their core, people are good.*Everybody has shit to deal with.Hurt people hurt people. Most of the time we hide our mess and our problems and the things which we'd rather not have people see...things we're ashamed of, things that are too tender, things that make us… Continue reading Deep and Meaningfuls in the Kitchen
Isn’t it just borderline extraordinary to consider that everyone who has ever lived and who will ever be born has a unique narrative. Nobody knows the exact same combination of people, nobody has done the same thing in the same place at the same time while thinking the same thoughts as another, nobody has had… Continue reading Tripping on Words
I'm whiling away the last wee days of my teens, and it's odd. I know 20 is just a number, but it sounds confronting and like real adulthood, when really I know nothing will have changed - friends around me have already sashayed into their twenties without a hitch. I'll still be silly and strange… Continue reading Guise of Adulthood
I'm not sure how I feel about awareness weeks. It's Mental Health Awareness Week this October, and on one hand I think that's fantastic - because maintaining mental health is so fundamental to our overall wellbeing, because it is still a poorly understood issue, because it is grossly underfunded and sidelined, because New Zealand has… Continue reading What Are We Aware Of?
This site has recently been morphing into bimonthly brain dump, but I'm letting it evolve into whatever it wants to be. Little old me has been doing some thoughtful healing/processing/living in the last few months. It's a weird time when you realise the year is over two thirds through and you look back at your… Continue reading Colours
I'd like to interrupt my blogging hiatus once again. It has taken me a while to figure out how to do it. It has been less about writer's block and more about how much information is too much information - but I think I can trust myself to be reasonable in how I exhibit my… Continue reading Bruised Egos
The term is coming to an end, and so much has been squeezed into these last few weeks! First of all, somewhat dramatically, one of the previous owners of our hall has sold their share for the property, which has meant that we've had snooty real estate agents giving tours of our home while we're… Continue reading Snooty Realtors, Futsal Wins and oh yeah, Assignments
Yesterday has to have been one of the cutest little days ever. I visited Anne*, an elderly woman who I stayed with when I was visiting the university campus last year. She's pretty fantastic, and unlike me, she still has all her marbles and then some. I came for a cuppa and to pick up my… Continue reading Zucchini and Bagpipes in the Park
This week has seen me start lectures, sing along to The Lion King, obtain yet more free things (spaghetti, banana smoothies, shoes, bread), join too many clubs, do regular laundry (important !), turn my white singlet pink, lose my card twice, and lose my keys once. But let me start with Mardi Gras. Mardi Gras: an O'… Continue reading Losing My Marbles: Mardi Gras
It's chaotic. The time of year where time miraculously jumps into 6th gear and you wonder how you ended up in December already. At least that's how I feel.. This post has absolutely nothing to do with Christmas: I just needed an image. I am a person who is often either planning ahead or reflecting… Continue reading December, Decisions and Doing Dumb Things
