Oh dear lord. Gosh. I took ten days off in April and then I got so sick and I am only NOW on the mend WEEKS later, dear reader. I thoroughly DIS-recommend (actual made-up word) having asthma and pneumonia/pleurisy damaged lungs because when you get sick you get totally sick. Uggggh. Help. Gawsh.
So my holiday diary is coming to an end as I’m back at work tomorrow. My holidays were very nice and consisted of:
When I was in Year 11 I was at a new school. I had moved from the north west of Western Australia to Canberra with my family, and slotted into Stirling College knowing not a soul and being a very-young-for-Year-11 fifteen years old.
When I was a child, condensed milk was the most coveted treat in the pantry and raspberries were sold along the side of the road for just a dollar or so.
I know you’ve been desperate to know what’s going on with me, so here I am with a new instalment of Pip’s Holiday Diary. #snort
It’s my first day off work. Well. To be more accurate it’s the first time I’ve taken a break from work in three and a half years.
Has your to-do list ever taken over your soul and controlled your mind like some sort of organisational dementor? Sort of like a Kondo with teeth and giant tentacles that seeks to remind you that YOU HAVE THINGS TO DO. Or like a Tonia Todman gone wrong, tucking you and your world in within an inch of its life?
Here is a catch-up because I have been scribing and not writing here … and I have been missing blogging so much!
Hello peaches! How are things? I have been kinda busy with work and writing my book. My deadline is a month away now, so it has been hard to find the time to do all the things I want, but I am most certainly trying my best! I am quite behind on a few things if I’m completely honest … but not on my book at least!
I feel like I am always having a lot of feeeeelings here. So how about we just look at some good things instead?!
The baby of our family just turned 19 today. It is pretty amazing when your last baby has navigated that many years and is starting to forge a life for themselves. Not a baby anymore.
When you’re going through a hard time, reading can be a total salve. Last year it was for me, at least. I was particularly weird about my book choices, mostly, setting myself the theme ‘Books written by women that focus on nature in some way’.
Oh my goodness. I had a bit of a blog break over Christmas and the beginning of January and gosh I think I’m the better for it.
It’s Christmas Eve and my kids are all coming to stay the night, have a delicious non-traditional dinner and breakfast together tomorrow too! That said I thought I’d squeeze in one last episode of Feeling A Bit Sh*t before we surrender to the festive days ahead. Let’s go!
Are you feeling the wave of weirdness that Christmas can sometimes be? If not – hooray! If so – read on for a few tips to help this time of year be less fraught.
Who says Gwyneth should have all the rollicking fun with her GOOP Christmas Gift Guide full of bonkers and fancy things?
What better thing to do on this gloomy Melbourne morning than drink coffee and talk about non-shit things?!
Content note: This post discusses depression and anxiety (as well as food!) I have been cooking a lot of things and resting a lot of late. Doesn’t that sound sloth-ish? It’s not really though because years of tough times, anxiety and sleep deprivation have caught up with me and I have finally been getting some help from a psychologist to sort it all out. PHEEE-EWWW.
Good morning champs! It’s time for this week’s episode of the bolstering, good news filled Feeling A Bit Sh*t. It’s the cheer up you didn’t ask for, and may not have even needed, courtesy of moi. No need to thank me.
What would we do without plates? We’d be relegated to a life of eating from boards, boxes and jam jars and nobody wants that for us. Nope.
