Ode to an empath.

She felt it from within her, from her fingers to her toes

She found what she’d been looking for beneath her shabby clothes

She’d searched for it for many years, shared so much of her heart

And when it didn’t fill back up her whole world fell apart

The cracks became whole chasms, filled with hollow, empty tears

She wondered who this girl was staring back at her with fear

She’d loved without condition as it’s all she knew to do

Love came back to her with asterisks, so another feeling grew

She gazed into that mirror hoping it would let her see

How she became a fragment of the girl she used to be

She struggled finding reasons why it all had gone so wrong

She searched for answers outside, which were within her all along

She always doubted she deserved the love that others shared

She’d empty all that she had left, and lay her soul stripped bare

She gave herself to one and all, though much to her surprise

The one who needed her love the most stared back into her eyes

She felt it from within her, from her fingers to her toes

She found what she’d been looking for beneath her shabby clothes

She gave herself a great big hug and crossed her little heart

To always fill herself with love, before she shared a part


Clean-up on Aisle 3…

Mess. We all have that love/hate relationship with it. Sometimes you thrive off the mess; the nitty-gritty, the drama, the excess, the chaos, the blur. Sometimes it hurts. Emotionally, mentally, and if you’re really unlucky it can even manifest itself physically.

Triage is a word commonly used to define the process of determining an order for dealing with the tough stuff. We instantly visualise extreme situations involving doctors, severe injuries and loud, beepy noises, but we seldom acknowledge it in the context of everyday life. If I could redesign school curriculum, I would prioritise basic skills and exercises that help us human beans deal with life. The small stuff, the big stuff, the smelly stuff, the sweet stuff, and all the other stuff in between.

The big stuff should always be the front-runner. Think your wellbeing, think relationships, think generally staying alive.

Everything else should be an afterthought.

What’s the point of having the perfect job if you don’t have your health?
What’s the point of having all that money if you aren’t looking after yourself and the people you love?
What’s the point of having all of those ‘things’ but no sense of personal identity?

At times it can be hard to triage life. There’s no right or wrong, it’s not black and white, and there’s no such thing as a winner or a loser. Life is messy. Life is a billion shades of grey and nobody can give you the perfect recipe. There is no ‘one size fits all’ solution.

When it all becomes too much, grab the big stuff and ‘chunkify’ it. Break it down into small, manageable, bite-sized pieces and work at it step by step. You can do the thing.


All you can do is sit back, trust in the big things, and follow your instincts. It may not be easy for the short-term, but it will be worth it.


It’s Not You – It’s Me.

You know what’s hard? Being an adult. You know what’s even more hard? Trying to keep your shit together like adults are expected to. The courage it takes to find enough inner strength to start dealing with your life, for realsies, can be completely overwhelming.

I know you can be overwhelmed, and I know you can be underwhelmed, but can you ever just be…whelmed?    – Bianca Stratford

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Dear Me, You Deserve It. Love, Me.

One of my new favourite hobbies would have to be spring cleaning my life.

I guess a huge benefit of getting older (and getting to know yourself better) is that you tend to gravitate towards sorting and filtering elements of your life, much like you’d sort through old clothes in your wardrobe.

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Create ALL of the things!

Craft is the one type of hobby I’ve seriously undervalued over the years, and it’s proving to be one of the most enjoyable, cathartic and reflective past-times. I love the idea of pouring your heart and soul into making something, whether it be for a loved one or even a sneaky little something just for you. There’s something special about that proud moment of finishing a project, but also something special about the creative process.

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Shut up and take my money.

You’ll all be familiar with the inspiration behind this post. Hashtags filling my news feed with promises of a #betterlife, but only if I #liveclean, #eatclean and #takephotosofmyselfdoingstuffthatlooksAMAZING. It’s like an infection, and it’s certainly spreading.

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Something something thirty…

There seems to be a ‘big deal’ about turning thirty.

I think this may be ingrained in our brainpans due to some random societal idea that certain numbers of revolutions around the sun are more important than others. I’ve always felt slightly at odds with this notion, as if one number really is different to the next. You think big-ticket life events like weddings, babies, promotions and all of that grown up stuff. Historically, I’ve never been a conformist with the idea of these ‘milestones.’ Part of me is cynical because it’s just another way a famous card company makes more money from us plebes, but more importantly another part of me finds value and appreciation in every second that I’m alive. I prefer to focus on the micro.

Having said that, the biggest revelation for me this year has turned out to be that thirty really is a big deal. Not because of the number, but because of the idea of it.

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