• So damn unpretty

    Monday, April 25, 2016 Permalink

    I’m again joining Kirsty for her ‘I must confess’ challenge and today’s question is…. Do you feel beautiful? Why, or why not?

    Eek. In my current headspace this could be a very dangerous topic and as I’m also vaguely (and occasionally) doing an alphabet challenge in April, it seems fitting that today’s letter is U. And we all know U is for UGLY. 

  • Martyrdom

    Friday, April 22, 2016 Permalink

    My last two Friday posts have referenced an interview between Elizabeth Gilbert and Brene Brown. As I’ve mentioned, I find both women inspiring in terms of their outlook(s) and approaches to life and creativity.

    And I swear this will be the last time I mention that podcast but I couldn’t let it go without mentioning yet another point of discussion… related to martyrdom.

  • My biggest roadblock

    Monday, April 18, 2016 Permalink

    Kirsty’s prompt for this week’s confessional asks us to share our biggest roadblock.

    I had a post all planned – about my writing – and the fact that I don’t even try. I blithered about my fear of failure and my apathy but… the post wallowed in my drafts folder and I didn’t get it finished before heading off on a long long work trip yesterday.

    It gave me time to think however… and I realised, if I’m really being honest, my biggest roadblock – when it comes to life in general – is my weight.

  • On being an imposter

    Monday, April 11, 2016 Permalink

    I thought I’d continue with a couple of themes I’ve raised recently on the blog.

    I almost ventured onto this topic when I wrote about adulting… and the fact that – at 48yrs of age – I tend to look around for the adult in the room when things get too complicated.

    And then there was last week’s post about failure.

  • Diversity on our screens: more than just black and white

    Wednesday, January 20, 2016 Permalink

    Oscar nominations for 2016 have been announced and there’s an uproar led by Jada Pinkett Smith about the lack of diversity amongst the nominees. I misunderstood initially and thought she meant that the voters were racist: suggesting African American actors and directors had been purposely overlooked and wondered who she thought was undeserving of the existing nominees.

    Today however I read a media report which cited the delectable Idris Elba (who – incidentally I think would be a most excellent James Bond) on the issue as he spoke about the lack of diversity on UK screens. Another report reflected on our own industry here in Australia and it (and those commenting) noted that we really only see diversity on SBS, and occasionally on ABC TV.

  • How I see me

    Tuesday, November 10, 2015 Permalink

    I dream of ‘a-ha’ moments but rarely have them. I’ve always hoped the switch in my head that flipped sometime back in 1983 (when I became anorexic, obsessed with food and my eating behaviour changed) would flick back. The proverbial lightbulb moment. Or similar.

    Suddenly I would be ‘cured’. I’d go back to being someone who just overate occasionally, exercised for fun or sport, and struggled just a little with their weight in a philosophical but #whatevs kind of way.

    Alas. That hasn’t happened. Indeed it may never happen.

  • Through the windscreen

    Wednesday, November 4, 2015 Permalink

    Last weekend marked the third anniversary of my seachange. The time seems to have flown as I still remember waiting at a nearby cafe for the lawyers to sign on the dotted line so I could get the key for my new apartment by the ocean.

    I suspect it’s the project manager in me that’s usually tempted to do a bit of a check-in to see how I’m faring against the goals and plans I set for my seachange, but I’ve decided against it. In essence, I kinda know what I said and what I have and haven’t done. And I know what I regret.

  • Sometimes food and the next generation

    Tuesday, September 22, 2015 Permalink

    A friend and 4yr old Pickle were over a few weeks ago and he was happily eating his dinner of some chicken, chips and a few veges thrown in for good measure.

    Pickle held up one of the hot chips, “Is this sometimes food?” he asked his mother.

    “Yes,” she told him. He picked up a tomato, “And this is everyday food?” he requested confirmation.