We are approaching the end of the year and that means one thing for sure: the personal yearly wrap up. I am a long-term indulger in the end of year wrap up. It’s when everyone starts retrospectively making sense of all the shitty things that happened this year. Turning poop…

As a little girl I never dreamed of getting married. I didn’t look to marriage as an achievement in itself. It seemed a natural life event that happens to people when nothing else more exciting came up. Not going on an expedition to the Arctic? Not pursuing a scientific breakthrough…

I’ve been hoping that I would arrive at the time in life when decision making became straight forward. I’ve always assumed that there was a magical age at which the answers became clear. I’m devastated to realise this seems increasingly unlikely. I’m grappling with the knowledge that in actual fact…

Some people spend money on nice new cars, some people buy dresses and sexy lingerie and some people do other far more sensible things with their money. For me, there is nothing more fulfilling than spending money in a restaurant for breakfast, lunch and/or dinner. I value experience above all…

There are many things to be angry about lately. None have compelled me to turn keyboard warrior like the Morrison government’s plans to double the cost of humanities courses at university. As an arts graduate, some-time-farmer-cum-hospitality-professional-turned-student-teacher-who-(currently)-dreams-of-being-a-sommelier, I feel well placed to offer comment on the government’s disheartening and downright dangerous…

The last two weeks have drifted by in a not altogether unpleasant blur. After begging for more time for the duration of the year (read: my life), the sudden arrival of unmarked time ad infinitude has somehow stumped me completely. Perhaps, the true value of free time can only be…

“To give someone good advice is to show a complete lack of respect for that person’s God-given ability to make mistakes. Furthermore, other people’s actions should retain the advantage of not being ours. The only possible reason for asking other people’s advice is to know, when we subsequently do exactly…

If you’re anything like me and wholeheartedly over the plethora of productivity porn clogging up your socials, then I’ve got some good news. Get this book and stay in bed. I don’t tend to pick up overt romance novels. To my mind, what use is fictionalised romance when the simple…