Consciously Creating a Meaningful, Ordinary Life
I usually try to keep this blog pretty positive. I'm not 100% sold on the Law of Attraction, which states we attract what we are focusing on into our lives, but in this area I prefer to take the precautionary approach of Pascal's Wager. In case your not up on 17th century French philosophy, Pascal's... Continue Reading →
I've been quiet here lately, and there have been a number of reasons why – family comings and goings and baby sleep issues for instance (the dreaded 4 month sleep regression, hopefully receding into the distance). But also every time I have a post finished it seems something truly dreadful happens in the world – a terrorist... Continue Reading →
If you poked a hole on a globe through where I live to the other side, it would not land too far from my childhood home. I've been away for over a decade now, but I am still regularly asked how it feels to be so far away from family. I always make an effort... Continue Reading →
If you have ever struggled with infertility, you will know that Mother's Day can be one of the most dreaded and painful days on the calendar. There are weeks of build up to it, with advertisements and morning show presenters all hammering home that motherhood is the hardest but best and most important job you... Continue Reading →
I was in the later years of high school when I first learned about 'Type A' and 'Type B' personalities. This theory about personality types was actually developed by two cardiologists, Meyer Friedman and Ray Rosenman, in the 1950s, and it purported that a person who exhibited a certain set of psychological characteristics was at... Continue Reading →
So, this weekend we moved. Our new place is amazing and we love it. We do not love moving, however, which is unfortunate given this is the third time we have done it in four years, this time as a family of three. We always end up moving in proximity to Easter, and I have... Continue Reading →
IMG_20170330_124730.jpg When I was at university some friends and I started blogs, in between updating our Friendster profiles and listening to the Velvet Underground. I posted sporadically for a few months then lost interest. The same inauspicious ending happened in 2006 to the travel blog designed to chronicle my working holiday in Australia. I quickly realised I would rather spend my hard earned dollars on Jack Daniels' premix cans than exorbitant internet cafe charges, and soon became occupied with other stuff anyway, like meeting my husband and deciding not to return home. What can I say? I've always been a writer, but never a diarist. So what is different now?
