Below you'll find a list of all posts that have been categorized as “Connection”
The irony that I am sitting in the kitchen of my childhood home writing what is the last blog in a series of 52 (one every week for a whole year) is not lost on me. I have returned to my literal beginning to finish off a ‘year in my life’. And rather predictably, this is the hardest blog to …
This week’s blog is going to be short and blunt. Here’s why. I am fucking overwhelmed right now. #unashamedlyhuman Yep, I’m a mindset coach and should be all calm and collected and in control all the time, right? I should be showing you how easy life is and demonstrate being happy and never having problems and everything just magically manifesting …
My knickers are staring at me. My make-up is anywhere but where I’m looking for it. And somehow, I came home from Bali with four sarongs. FOUR. It’s 10 degrees in Melbourne and in the eight years that I have lived here, I have not once, used a bloody sarong. And now I have another four to add to the …
When I sat down to write this week’s blog, I assumed it was going to be a piece about my decision not to have children. Being 38 (internal jukebox starts playing “Time Is Running Out” by Muse) and in the throes of a new relationship, it seems to be the hot topic of the moment. In part, this blog has …
So I’m gonna start this week’s blog with a confession. I am a massive eavesdropper. Seriously. I love listening in on other people’s conversations. Sit me in a café with my laptop and a standard strength latte and within minutes, my BFG (Big Friendly Giant of Roald Dahl fame) sized ears will be tuned into the conversation between Jan and …
On Sunday morning, I woke up in a colossally shit mood. I couldn’t explain it with the usual plethora of reasons which often have the punch to tip me over into being an utter brat. Am I hormonal? Yes but I’m always hormonal these days. Is a planet in retrograde? Probably. Did someone have the audacity to behave in a …
When I started this year-long weekly blog series, I must admit to having a romantic notion of embodying a certain Carrie Bradshaw flare. I could see myself writing wistfully at an open window, the breeze lightly blowing the vintage net curtain into the shot of my perfectly framed life, my laptop warmly welcoming me to write inspired words of divine …
Welcome to my weekly blog. Heads up, it might be truly shit this week. Normally my blogs write themselves in the overactive part of my brain which is always looking for patterns and explanations of human behaviour, tying together the mundane moments of life with vast concepts that underpin the idea of success and happiness. I am often asked how …
Just so we’re clear, a year is 365 days. That is a long time without sex or booze. The way it played out is this. On 29th May 2018 I decided I needed to knock booze on the head once and for all. I’m not going into the details, they are frankly unnecessary in the context of this blog but …
One of the strangest feelings in the world is when nothing is wrong, but nothing is right either. It is quite literally the worst. It’s a feeling of discontent that can’t be explained by logic or reason, that nagging voice that speaks without words and follows you around like dog shit on a shoe that you thought you’d washed off …
