Oh, for FOX sake.

Some days you just need to say fox.

Fox to how you are feeling. Fox to what life throws at us.

Maybe you are saying fox, because you forgot to put your mask on for the hundredth time or perhaps you say fox to things out of your control.

There are days when you have no other word to describe the day, month or year.

What the fox are you to do?

“Let today be the day you give up who you’ve been for who you can become”- Hal Elrod.

As I read this quote, I thought easier said than done, right?

The path of self -discovery can be a tricky one. It is a path that is filled with signposts, detours, greenlights and wrong way go back signs, it has the ability to play tricks on even the most robust minds.

She is too much. I am too much.

Days are too fast and too furious.

Too much of a good thing and we are in too deep.

One too many and we will carry it too far.

Too close for comfort and it’s a little too hot to handle.

Too much information and we go too far.

Do you ever just get sick of yourself?

I do.

Lately I have been so sick of my own sh*%t.

Some days feel as if I am filled to brim with the same old toxic thoughts.

Do you believe you have a guardian angel?

Perhaps its a loved one who has left this world but protecting you from another?

Maybe you have a feeling or a sense of warmth around you, in times when you feel you need it the most?

There is something to be said for finding or listening to our spirituality. I feel our spirituality finds us when we are open to the idea that there is more in the universe waiting for us.

Dear gorgeous ones,

You are a bright and sparkly human.

Today is the day to use your energy for good, to create, heal, maybe even manifest.

We all can glow. Not everything is gloom.

How do we surface from all the chaos, opinions, doom, white noise, beliefs, he said, she said, news, of late, that many of us feel like we are drowning in?

Where is balance hiding? Where is the sacred ground of balance?

Aretha Franklin spelled it out for us.

R E S P E CT.

Mums and Dads told us they matter.

M A N N E R S.

Maroon 5 sang about how to get sugar.

“You sugar, yes P L E A SE.”

Alannis Morissette wrote about it

“T H A N K Y O U, thank you silence.”

Well, sorry Alannis, I can’t be silent any longer. While I appreciate the clarity silence can bring.

I have had enough.

I was raised that manners mattered. I was taught that they are the cornerstone of being a good, successful person. In short, they always matter. Period.

Can we continued to blame whether Mercury is rising or if a bad moon is rising for people’s flat out behaviour?

Ever had those days where you feel overwhelmed and sick of giving your best?

I do.

Ever wonder if what you are giving to the world and others is actually appreciated?

I do.

Ever wonder if people love you for who you are or for what you can do for them?

I do.

I don’t like it when the little lady on my shoulder makes me second guess who I am.

Why do we always go back to the same stories we have written about who we are that are fiction?

Time is of the essence.

Time has a magical way of showing us what really matters.

This week I read a very poignant post; it was about being careful not to loan what you may need back.

It wasn’t money, but our time., our energy and vibrations.

Lately I have been thinking of time and how I and others can sometimes see it as a negative, a chore, something we will always have.

I often say that time is our most valuable commodity, it is worth more than all the gold, more beautiful than any diamond and is fleeting, making it more precious.

I have often spoken about whether it is real life or reel highlight, during some of my speaking engagements

And it something I need reminding of from time-to-time.

Like most people, when I am scrolling, I can find myself a bit like Alice falling down a rabbit hole.

TO be a woman.

Woman to woman; man to man, do they ever understand just how much we give.

Give, give, give until we have nothing left, its all take and take.

Take notice of the women in your life, how much love, sweat, tears they have – how much joy, stress, and sacrifice they have.

It is okay to feel less than at times.
BUT remember you are whole , just as you are.

It is okay to feel flat and deflated at times.
BUT remember you have a light that can brighten a room.

JOY can be worn with pink corduroy.
Joy is the feeling of good fortune.
You don’t always find joy on the television, rather it is found during blissful explosions.
Imagine finding joy in the forbidden, the confusion and the exhaustion?

“Thirty-five.

Time to thrive.

To strive.

I can survive but want to revolutionise.

It is okay to make a sacrifice, but its important to make sure I prioritise.

Today amongst the chaos of the social media world and the world we live and breathe I wanted to silence some of the white noise.

I think it is a timely reminder that how we live and breathe as human beings, in essence comes back to kindness.

How we give it, use it, live by it and exchange it.

NOW is the time to listen.

And I think that is why I have been finding it hard to find the words to articulate, how the women in our country are feeling.

This week we saw thousands protest gendered violence, sexism and the war women continue to face each day.

Women are angry.

Women want to be heard.

Women are to be taken seriously.

Women are to be believed.

Women are to feel safe.

To ALL the golden ones,

Firstly, you made it through this year, ( 10 days and counting). It has not been easy; it has been one where we have had to change up and pivot.

We have felt uncomfortable, we have struggled, we have questioned all our thoughts and we have allowed ourselves to feel all the emotions running rampant through our bodies.

Yes 2020 has been a shit show, but it has also been a year that has shown us what is important and that we all can do hard things.

THE FEMALE BODY is pretty amazing.

And you know what the most amazing part about it is?

There are so many different shapes, sizes, colours, abilities, imperfections and silhouettes.

We can get lost in the trickery of all the dialogue out there, preying on our insecurities. There is so much negative narratives, disguised as helpful, but it is confusing because it is wrapped in perceived perfection.

The end of an era. A wonderful era. Like many journalists I knew the day would come that news would no longer be printed, the hope in me thought maybe we had a few more years.

I worked at the Daily Mercury just shy of 10 years. When my Mum told me the news I shed a tear. It was this job that helped shape me into the person I am.

While I no longer work as a journalist I still have a passion for the profession, all it stands for and the commitment and hard work that goes into creating a paper every day.

Some days I channel Barbara Cartland. Especially today, pink hair, jumper, sunglasses lipstick.

But you can never have too much pink…. right?

My world is always filled with colour. To be around colour brings me so much joy. I can feel the happiness radiate from my wardrobe each morning.

But what happens when you are in a grey area?