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It has been oh so quiet here lately. My last blog post was on the 1st of November, LAST YEAR! There was no wrap-up of 2016, no introduction to 2017. Just… tumbleweeds. Even my Facebook page has been fairly quiet, bar the odd viral meme. I don’t really have a definitive answer as to why. It’s not like I don’t have anything to say, I lay awake at night begging my brain to just STFU so I can sleep. It…

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Anxiety. The Fear of It. ?>

Anxiety. The Fear of It.

This post was brought to you in partnership with Bupa. It hit me as soon as I agreed to write a piece for Bupa about anxiety. That clenching knot in my stomach. That tightness in my chest. My heart started to race. My brain began to weave the lies that anxiety spins. “You can’t do this.”  “Why did you say yes?” “You will let everyone down.” I stare at the blank computer screen and will it away. I could laugh…

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This one time when running saved my life… ?>

This one time when running saved my life…

And no, I wasn’t being chased by a bear. I have never been proud of myself. I have never felt that I made anyone else proud. I was smart. I got good grades at school. I aced my VCE and got in to Melbourne Uni. I never felt proud though. Most people saw me as just a ditsy dumb blonde. So many people told me that Cher from Legally Blonde reminded them of me. I cared too much about what other…

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Pieces of Me. {R U OK?} ?>

Pieces of Me. {R U OK?}

R U OK? I mean really? Are you OK? Because even if you think that you should be OK, even if life is just how it should be, even if you are so damned determined to be OK, even if every single day you get up and fight like Hell to be OK, you can say no. You can tell someone, anyone, that you are not OK, that despite your very best efforts, you need help. I am not OK….

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Who let me adult?

~This post was brought to you in conjunction with Youi Insurance~ This year I am turning 35. 35! I will officially be in my ‘mid-30’s’. When did this happen?? I swear I still feel exactly the same as when I was 16. I actually get a fright sometimes when I look in the mirror. What?! Who is the woman with wrinkles, and a squishy very-post baby belly? All I can say is thank God for hair dye, and never knowing…

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I Am Not Who They Think I Am.

This post was originally published as “When a stew is not just a stew” on, 11th of July, 2011. My lovely partner is now my husband, despite my dubious culinary skills. Also I have since mastered a delicious chickpea and potato curry in the slow cooker. No one likes bloody stew anyway.  Tonight, I cried over a failed stew. Now, to those not in my head, that seems kind of ridiculous. (and to be honest, in my head, it still…

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My Choice. ?>

My Choice.

{Originally published 01/08/11 on} My greatest fear has always been that I will end up like my mother. And I’ll be honest, I have come close to walking down that path. I have made some very bad choices. I have done things I’m not proud of. I have succumbed to my weakness’s, and blamed my ‘bad childhood’ for the messes I have made. Of course, my low self esteem and poor role models have contributed. Eventually though, there comes…

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The Truth Hurts. ?>

The Truth Hurts.

{Originally published 18/07/11 on} My mother and I have a very difficult relationship. One of the things I struggle with the most, as an adult, is when mum wants to talk to me about ‘how I make her feel’. Always, she wants me to listen, as she tells me all the things I do wrong by her. That I judge her. That I don’t support her. What a bad daughter I’ve been. A big reason why I don’t want to…

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Things I Wouldn’t Tell You. ?>

Things I Wouldn’t Tell You.

1) I swear. A lot. Like a sailor you may even say. (apologies to all the sailors who don’t swear.) I rarely swear on my blog or Facebook, and when I first meet you, I am all ‘oh my goodness’ and ‘shivers’. That’s how you know I’m comfortable with you, when I start dropping the ‘F’ word! See my theory is, that although swearing doesn’t offend me, it does offend some other people. I think it’s a respect thing. I would…

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Why I Write. {Fashionably Late} ?>

Why I Write. {Fashionably Late}

The lovely Margaret from Techie Mum invited me to join this blog hop, many moons ago; whilst I was still The Hesitant Housewife. And here I am, six weeks later, finally writing my post! (Sorry Margaret!) What Am I Working On?  Finding my spark. Or, more accurately, maintaining my spark. I am full to the brim with ideas, thoughts and opinions. It’s getting them from my head to the metaphorical paper that I struggle with. Weeks seem to fly by, without me…

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