Hugs from old friends; That warm, fuzzy feeling.


I just came back from a brief getaway to Brisbane and Byron Bay with my partner, a trip full of catch-ups and gourmet dining. Along the way we managed to catch up with family (on his side), and some old friends of mine which was really, really lovely. There’s nothing quite like locking eyes with a friend across a room, and that knowing smile comes across your faces. The memories come flooding back, the laughter and good times you shared, and no matter how long it’s been you can pick up right where you left off. You don’t have to explain what you’ve been doing the past few months, why you might have been a little absent here and there because you know, deep down that these type of friendships last forever. These are the people who might piss themselves laughing if you fall over, but also help you bury a body if needed (fingers crossed it never comes to that!).

I’ve met many people in my working career and can honestly say I’ve never found such a tight knit group of friends that have managed to stay in touch. We all worked together about 4-5 years ago in varying positions and time frames, but having that one unifying bond has provided a life time of smiles. I think the real reason we’ve stayed so close is because our work environment was team-focused rather than individual-focused. There was a real sense of camaraderie and trust because in our line of work (front office team for a large hotel), you absolutely needed each other to get the job done. Since then I’ve worked in office environments where it’s every man for himself, and that sense of unity is sorely missed.

What I will say is this – cherish your friendships and maintain them. It doesn’t have to be a daily, weekly or even monthly check-in, but staying somewhat in touch through social media these days certainly makes it easier. Nothing can ever replace that face-to-face interaction though, so making the time and effort now and again to get together is absolutely worth it 🙂


How chance meetings can really open your eyes…


Just this week I went to a remedial massage lady in my hometown for some back and neck relief, and the experience completely rattled me. That’s to say, it rattled me in a good way (and not in the ‘Oh they massaged my bottom and it felt really strange’ way). I had previously noticed her advertisement while in the same area a couple of weeks ago and put it to the back of my mind, but just the other day it popped up again and I thought ‘Why not’. I’d given everything from chiropractic, bowen therapy and acupuncture a go, I might as well try something new.

Well let me say, if you’re after complete silence in a massage treatment then this is not your lady. I had unknowingly signed myself up for an hour-long counselling session, a chat with a stranger that was completely unexpected but overwhelmingly therapeutic. I left this massage treatment feeling completely refreshed, both mentally and physically. I had been going to Chinese treatments for the past few months where the only words uttered were ‘Ooo you are tight’ and ‘This too hard miss?’, so experiencing a wonderful massage coupled with some words of wisdom went hand in hand (pun intended).

Now it just so happened that this particular lady is also studying to be an addiction counsellor, and although I felt guilty for expressing my concerns over a loved one struggling through their own form of substance abuse, getting it off my chest provided some much needed clarity. In fact this lovely lady who I’d only known for about 45 minutes at this point, was able to give me some sound advice for helping my loved one, or at least trying to. Isn’t it amazing how crossing paths with someone can provide you with exactly what you were (unknowingly) looking for? I’m so grateful for that one hour session, not only for the benefits of the massage itself, but for the mental relief and unburdening of my thoughts. Opening up to people can be intimidating, but try to remember at the end of it all – we’re only human, and we were built to connect.



Does anyone else struggle with ‘adulting’?


According to the Oxford Dictionary (online version), ‘adulting’ means behaving in a way characteristic of a responsible adult, especially the accomplishment of mundane but necessary tasks. I literally couldn’t even finish that sentence without yawning. Today I had no choice but to behave like a grown up and accomplish some grown up things, like paying my car registration, sorting out my online banking, picking up my new glasses…. blah blah blah. Mundane, necessary tasks alright. I’m sitting here like a bloody idiot congratulating myself for getting some adult shit done, but seriously – why do I find it so hard?

90% of the time I live in this dream-like state of mind, going between fantasy novels and TV shows, collecting shells, planning international holidays, and trying to completely escape the reality of things like work, cleaning and car maintenance. The other day my boyfriend asked me if I had insurance. How the hell am I supposed to know that? I’m nearly 30 and have managed to get this far by doing minimal life administration and I’m completely fine with that. I mean, I’m getting by right? I’ve completed two degrees, held down steady jobs, been a good friend and family member, a present girlfriend, a doting pet owner, and a responsible citizen. So what if I’m not good at keeping track of assets and paperwork? As far as I see it, life is much bigger than being proud of your organisational skills. I can cook an amazing Thai curry, manage to take my dog to the beach every day, and have a wonderfully close relationship with my grandparents. Maybe I just value different things?

I broke my toe on January 2nd, one hour before I was meant to go to work. 7 weeks later and no, I still haven’t gone to get an X-Ray. Oh it hurt like hell and went black for a good week, I struggled to walk for days and it’s still red and swollen. But hey, it’s just a little toe right? I’d rather spend my days off from work writing on my blog, puppy by my side, sipping a coffee and listening to music (Current situation = #winning). I’ll get to the X-Ray eventually, and in the meantime I’m perfectly happy living with the choices I’ve made.

On a side note, totally living for my herb garden right now! The boy and I managed to score this gorgeous blue vintage planter box for $50, and so far we have 3 types of chillies, 2 types of basil, rosemary, chives, tomatoes and a Kaffir lime tree. This little venture has brought me so much happiness – I mean what’s better than cooking up a pasta, red wine in hand, adding your own homegrown herbs? It’s just so wholesome I could cry.


Alright, time to be a grown up and hit the grocery store. Until next time 🙂

The never ending gift of travel


As I sit here day dreaming about the next destination on my bucket list (Thailand), I can’t help but think back to the places I’ve been so far, and how they keep making me smile. Travel (in the broad sense) is such a fountain of never ending joy – from the moment you even think about going somewhere, through all the excitement of planning, to the actual adventure itself. What you rarely hear about though is the post-travel smiles, as we are inclined to focus more on the reality of back-to-work blues. Just recently I’ve discovered a whole bag of beautiful hand made items I bought in my travels to South Africa about 11 years ago, still in perfect condition. Putting them out on display in my room has been a lovely walk down memory lane, not to mention a colourful addition to my collection.

Something I tend to do after I’ve been somewhere of significance (for example the Bali Bombings memorial in Kuta), is go and read everything I can about it afterwards. You’d think that would be the smart thing to do before visiting a destination, but for me the real significance of a place doesn’t hit me until I’m living in the moment, staring it in the face. The complete sensory overload you feel when visiting somewhere iconic (whether that be a place of beauty or sadness), can leave you either awe-struck or overwhelmed. Whatever the case may be, I think it’s incredibly important to see as many places of significance in the world as humanly possible. Viewing life through the screen of a TV or mobile isn’t living, it’s simply cutting yourself short from engaging with other cultures, people and experiences that will make your own life richer.

I’ve been pretty fortunate to visit some incredible places so far, from China, Singapore and Hawaii through to Indonesia, California and Vegas. Some of my standout memories and items to put on your own bucket lists would include:

  • The Great Wall of China
  • Kruger National Park in South Africa
  • The Drakensberg Mountains in South Africa
  • Ubud, Bali (Indonesia)
  • San Francisco, Santa Barbara and San Diego (California)
  • Pearl Harbour, Hawaii
  • The Road to Hana (Maui, Hawaiian Islands)

So here’s to turning day dreams into reality, working hard so you can play hard, and not letting life pass you by from the comfort of your couch. Catch me in the Emerald Cave in Thailand!

Fill your life with adventures, not things. Have stories to tell, not things to show.


When ignoring the effects of food is no longer an option.


I think I can speak for the majority of people when I say a new relationship means a new clothing size as well (and no, I don’t mean a size down). It’s been about 6 months now and I can reluctantly reveal I’m now 7 kilograms heavier than when I first met my lovely boyfriend. Now I’m not saying I haven’t enjoyed all the breakfast outings (who doesn’t love bacon and hollandaise), and I’m not saying I haven’t loved having someone to order pizza with, but what I haven’t particularly liked is not having any clothes that fit! Thankfully my boyfriend is not the vain type and actually likes me for me, but being a New Year and all I think its time to shape up. Who’s with me?

I’ve recently discovered Deliciously Ella’s recipe blog and am feeling TOTALLY inspired to get back in the kitchen and cook healthy, lip-smacking meals. Like this one for example:

Who wouldn’t enjoy homemade guacamole and sour cream dumped on a mound of mouth-watering sweet potato? What I’m most looking forward to though (aside from trimming down) is the effect that healthy cooking will have on my mental health. We all know what it’s like to feel lethargic and run down, which in turn leads to a cycle of snacking on rubbish food (My pitfall is Pringles … once you pop you can’t stop!), which in turn leads to you feeling more shitty. When will we learn? Trust me, I get it. Sometimes we work in environments where the naughty snacks are literally everywhere. You go to make a cup of tea, and somebody’s left a packet of biscuits beside the kettle. How dare they! What we need to practise more is SELF CONTROL! (That thing proper adults do). Crazy right?

So here I am making a commitment to myself to start sourcing fresh, healthy recipes I can enjoy with my boyfriend. Nothing beats cooking a meal from scratch and knowing exactly what’s gone into it. Nothing beats feeling healthy, energised and dare I say it, sexy! Feel free to send me links to your favourite healthy recipes, I’m all in and stay tuned 🙂

P.S Check out the buddha_bowls page on Instagram (pic below). Amazing!


Keep it simple, stupid.


Many of you would have heard this statement here and there throughout life, applied to a whole variety of situations. But have you ever stopped for a second to think about what it actually means? Apparently the original ‘KISS’ acronym was used as a principal in the U.S. Army for reducing complicated systems to more simple designs. Makes sense right? So instead of getting bogged down in the pointless worries we face in our day to day lives – how about we start keeping it simple, stupid.

Yesterday I had what we like to refer to in the Western World as a ‘sickie’ (although I prefer to say ‘mental health day’). To be fair, I was actually hitting a wall with flu symptoms and complete exhaustion, and spent most of the day going between my bed and the couch for naps with my puppy. Sometimes a day off from all obligations and people is a complete saviour, not only for your physical health but just as importantly for your state of mind. Today I’m feeling a thousand times better, but I’ve still kept it simple. A short walk on the beach followed by a coffee while I watered the plants, and now I’m sitting here writing in a cool breeze. In hindsight though, letting myself get to that point of exhaustion where I needed to call in sick was not healthy, and that’s because I wasn’t keeping it simple at all.

Last week in between working a shift based roster, I was also house-sitting for 2 dogs, attended my first yoga class in a few years, had a pretty painful acupuncture session, was trying to cook healthy and keep up to date with the TV show I was hooked on, all while trying to be ‘present’ in my relationship for a boyfriend who is only home 2 weeks a month. To put it simply, I was wrecked. I was mentally drained, physically aching, and could have quite easily slept for a week. So is it any wonder that come Sunday night at work, I went through a box of tissues and no joke sneezed at least 200 times? Why do we continue to drive ourselves into the ground with over-commitments and an unhealthy obsession with technology, when we should be focused on lifestyle choices that keep us nourished and energised?

  • Exercise
  • Meditation
  • Family
  • Relationships
  • Healthy eating
  • Learning new things
  • Travel
  • Creativity

These are the things that matter to me, and I’m making a promise to myself to remember just one thing…

Keep it simple, stupid.


Photo credits – theportraitpr0ject & ubudhood

Stop thinking that taking time for YOU is selfish!


This year I’ve gotten off to those ‘New Year resolutions’ a little late in the piece, but as they say it’s better late than never. Typically you spend the first day or 2 hungover, followed by a day of regret and disappointment at yourself. Then work takes off again, obligations, this person needs to be dropped here and so on until you realise it’s already a week into the New Year and you haven’t stopped to take a moment to yourself! My moment of epiphany happened this morning, when I was walking around making breakfast and could literally feel myself getting more and more worked up. I was annoyed about things happening at work, wishing I could have a day off, annoyed at the sound of my Pop mowing the yard, wishing I could see my boyfriend. Blah blah blah… Then something inside of me snapped, and I said ‘Fuck it, I’m taking some time out’. And that’s what I did.

Fast forward 2 hours and I’m in a completely zen frame of mind. After meditating and stretching on a yoga mat with the scent of lavender oil softly wafting through my diffuser, I sprinkled eucalyptus oil through a hot shower and washed my hair (go on, give me something better than the feeling of a fresh shower and clean hair). I then made a coffee and pulled out a gratitude diary (gifted to me a Christmas by an aunt who knows me well), and proceeded to write down the things I was grateful for today. What a simple, easy exercise to pull you back into a good head space! There’s nothing quite like taking a minute to write down what it is you’re grateful for, to put things in perspective. Oh how ridiculous those things I was worrying about were!

So please, do yourself a favour and take some time out for yourself. It is absolutely not selfish, because you need to be your BEST self to your family, friends and colleagues. How can we expect to be good partners, siblings, children and parents if we can’t even look after ourselves? Make this year the year you stop running yourself into the ground with chores and responsibilities, before collapsing into bed at the end of the day completed exhausted. Take half an hour to walk your dog on the beach. Take 20 minutes to treat yourself to a candlelit shower, or stretching in a cool breeze. For heaven’s sake, take an hour to have a nap if that’s what you really need!

Just do you.

You won’t regret it.


Photo credits – bohodestiny & spell_byronbay