When life is brutiful and you are unsure whether remaining in the present is a good thing.

The flowers I bought myself last week are wilting and lately even coffee doesn’t bring the satisfaction it once did. As I sit here to write, my two-year-old has her arms crossed and is shouting “I have juice Mummy, I have JUICE!” Considering she has already consumed two glasses this morning, my soft and consistent no[…]


The day I realised my career could have ruined my family

It was a humid, salty Saturday and we had booked in a tradesman to finish the renovation of our bathroom. We laid in late, chatting about the changes that were about to come in our lives as we waited expectantly for our first born to arrive. It was 8am and my waters suddenly broke. Three[…]

Present Over Perfect

Realising that I do not have to be good.

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on.[…]

Be who you are

The problem when your instagram feed looks nothing like your real life.

“The irony is that we attempt to disown our difficult stories to appear more whole or more acceptable but our wholeness, even our wholeheartedness, actually depends on the integration of all our experiences including the falls.” Brene Brown, Rising Strong The age of the internet is such a funny thing. One moment our lives look[…]