A musing on relationships

Recently I’ve had cause to think about [romantic] relationships and my perspective on them, and I've been asked to share them. (Just to be clear, this is my perspective.) Society mainly seems to define a successful relationship by it’s longevity, doesn't it? No thought of whether it’s happy, or functional, or healthy. Just long.  Find... Continue Reading →

The dream

The Invitation, by Oriah Mountain Dreamer It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool... Continue Reading →

Sliding door moments

Sometimes, when I'm on a flight, I'm reminded of a chick lit book I read once. It was the some standard story of a single woman in her 20's/30's, travelling somewhere and she gets sat next to a hot (also single) guy on the plane. They hit it off, but don't exchange details. He turns... Continue Reading →

New Zealand vs the UK

I love New Zealand. I also love the UK. Some people think you can't do this, that it has to be one or the other; that living in New Zealand means dissing the UK, and this really bugs me. You can't really compare the two. Bloody comparison is the thief of joy. Yes, there are... Continue Reading →

A night out…as a woman

Just in case anyone would like to know what it's like being a woman on a night out, this is an account of last Saturday night out in a bar in Wellington. I'd suggest it's not an uncommon experience for a lot of women, and one that most women might think when reading that's not that... Continue Reading →

Running away

When I was a kid I was captivated with running away. Not in the traditional sense to get away from your family and hating your life, no no (I liked my life), more to 'go on an adventure'. I harboured dreams of having a bag packed and heading out into the unknown. I even persuaded... Continue Reading →

Feral children and the Death Slide

I sometimes wonder how it is that my brother and I ended up as [fairly] normal adults, because we were pretty feral children. We lived in the middle of nowhere and were given free reign to go cause chaos in the countryside. We'd spend hours outside either in the orchard, or out and about on... Continue Reading →

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