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Mystery Solved
I’m back and I’m just going to cut right to the chase! It would appear the lack of discipline I have around keeping a blog is not...
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It's been a minute.....
It would appear I did that thing again, you know where I start a blog and then abandon it. That translates to, I have not written a...
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Dear Body
I have been using my isolation time to go through journals and my writing. Waking up after another failed reset of intuitive eating, I...
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Dogs and Doors
Do you have certain things you find yourself photographing often? Maybe it's sunsets. Or the moon. For me it's dogs and doors. A weird...
Sea Change
Moving is often cited as one of the most stressful life events. So, it was a pleasant surprise that my recent move from Sydney to...
USA
Like most Australians of my generation I was raised on a healthy dose of American pop culture. Over the years I’ve consumed hours upon...
Strange Times
It does seem ironic that having made a commitment to this blog and myself the world decides to turn on its head. I am of course talking...
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I am a forty-something woman who has spent far too many years putting enormous amounts of energy towards things that most definitely did not deserve my attention.
Namely, dieting, everyone else's problems (chronic helper here!) and unsatisfying jobs.
In terms of work (more on dieting and being a helper later) I have done everything from bar tending to radio producing and everything in between. I have also studied more things than I care to mention. But to give you an idea of my studies, I will just say this. I have TWO psychology degrees, from the same university (that really is a blog post on its own).
I can’t even blame family responsibilities for my dogged commitment to unfulfilling jobs and situations as it’s just me I need to feed and house.
It’s just run of the mill fear.
And as Elizabeth Gilbert says, “Your fear is the most boring thing about you”.
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You see all I have ever really wanted to do is write.
And my fears about my writing and sharing myself are certainly boring!
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What if nobody likes what I write?
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What if I make spelling mistakes, or grammatical errors?
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What if people disagree with me and I am publicly shamed? Or more accurately in this climate, cancelled before I was even started?
See very boring!
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It has always seemed unfair that the one thing I’ve loved doing ever since I can remember is also the thing that scares me the most.
When I was a working journalist (yes I was also a journo), I always left the office after I filed a story. I couldn’t read my articles when they appeared in print. I didn’t like anyone else reading them either, especially in front of me. It should come as no surprise that I couldn’t take the constant stress and left a paying job in the industry to work in a pub – seems crazy now!
Weirdly though writing is also the only thing I think I am good at.
This is probably my 3rd or 4th attempt. I’ve been here before. Created a blog. Been committed, excited & brave. But never maintained the momentum. Fear (as mentioned) and my all or nothing mindset the culprits. But not this time, my friend. No, this time I will take one post at a time. Baby blog steps if you will. Come walk with me sometime.
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For what it's worth: It's never too late to be whoever you want to be
- F.Scott Fitzgerald
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“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
― Maya Angelou
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