Category: personal story
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imprint
Later this year, we are traveling to the UK. Exciting right? Unbelievable that we are finally booked in and the big ticket items have been paid for already and now we just have to plan the route and sites to see. Easy? Sure. But actually though…rather hard. My dear friend has said to me ‘you…
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roadmap
Back in the 80’s and 90’s, to navigate your way around we had a Refidex or Street Directory. Most Queenslanders called it either Reffo or Gregories. In my case, we said Reffo. It was not an easy feat to navigate your way around; all this was pre-internet and pre-google maps. Not all maps were sequential…
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weeds
During my daily walk I have with our beautiful dog Winston, I noticed there are loads of weeds sprouting up from the pavement which seem to create a beautiful tree line the entire length of journey. Each weed cluster seems to vary in height, thickness, species and how close they grow together. Now, I don’t…
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acceptance
The word acceptance has numerous connotations and is dependent on context of the conversation. We as humans interpret the meaning of the word in conjunction with gestures, intonation, facial expression and body language. In essence, you can verbalise your acceptance however your body and actions can betray your sincerity. The dictionary denotes a simple meaning;…
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re/evaluate
What is it that makes us stick to one career? Why has society invented such ideals and expectations on what people do? Pick a career by age 18-19, then you do said career throughout your prime years, retire after slugging it out at the one job and receive some menial accolades that are as meaningful…
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sink
My earliest memories encompasses water. Whether it is a pool, beach, lake or running stream. Most of my childhood was spent at the beach swimming, making sandcastles, fishing, and before it became illegal, sitting atop my dad’s land-cruiser with our legs securely wedged under the roof racks as dad drove in and out of the…
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pegs
Growing up in a blended family was tough and had numerous challenges. Although there were so many bad times, they were peppered with good times; choosing to remember the positive moments is how my brain is wired. When I stop and think about how diverse my brothers were and the step sisters, it makes me…
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bootlicker
When I was 16 I dated a sweet lad – we shall call him Brad. He was a car enthusiast, a rev-head, and I was not. After merely a week of being totally love struck, I was soon thinking yeah nah yeah he is not for me. Nothing in particular stood out, I just was…
the happy cactus 