She’ll be right, mate

Sorry if I worried you yesterday. I was being a bit of a drama queen. But thank you to everyone who touched base. I got myself trapped in a negative loop. Once you become an anxious mouse skittering frenetically on the treadmill of life it can be a bit hard to get off and take... Continue Reading →

Resilience is in the soul

I didn’t want to go out last night. I wanted to curl up on the couch and mope. But I had to attend a work function at a nightclub called Slide on Oxford Street in Darlinghurst. I felt far too old and tired and emotional to be going to a nightclub called Slide on a... Continue Reading →

It’s getting old

I got my hair cut heaps shorter yesterday. I'd let it grow all long and blah. It was making me feel all long (in the tooth) and blah. Well, that and five hundred million other things. Fecking life as a fecking single almost-50 mum is fecking challenging sometimes. Especially if your hair is the wrong length, that... Continue Reading →

I’m outta here

I've decided it's time for a blogging break. It's been a frantic first term shepherding two kids through school and their various extra-curricular activities while also working full time and dealing with other blerky stuff we can only talk about in person over a glass of Chardy. I'm feeling a bit threadbare. So, since the... Continue Reading →

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