I recently spent 10 days in Melbourne, my first time back since Christmas. I tried to catch up with as many people as possible, and the number one question I was asked was ‘How’s life in Sydney?’. It wasn’t as easy to answer as I thought.
Well, this is not something I ever thought I’d be writing about. If you’d asked me 18 months ago about my adult swimming journey you would’ve received a very short answer: I can’t swim.
Why is it that a new year always makes us hopeful that things will be different, better, this year? The older I get the more 1 January just feels like any other day, but there’s still something about the calendar ticking over another year that makes just a small part of me feel that maybe something new is coming.
Today marks 30 years exactly since I came into the world. That’s 30 years of generally making my way in the world, and I don’t want to go all Kylie Jenner on you, but in that time I’ve realised some things. And I’m still realising some things.
It’s probably a combination of genes, 17 years of ballet training and four years at a selective entry school, but I am well and truly a perfectionist. I have two rules in life: if you’re going to do it you need to do it perfectly, and if you can’t do it perfectly then don’t attempt it at all.
Growing up I was such a bookworm. Reading is something that’s stayed with me, except that now I’m an adult I don’t have a lot of time for reading anymore.
I’m going through a real podcasts phase at the moment. I find podcasts to be a really accessible format to digest content, and there are so many around on pretty much every topic. When a new episode of one of my favourites drops, putting in my headphones and hitting play really feels like sitting down for a chat with some old friends.
Is there anything more therapeutic than a big clear out? As someone who is such an aggressive culler that I once made my mother cry while trying help her sort through her stuff, I guess I might be a little biased, but there’s not much that makes me feel more alive or de-stressed than getting rid of a whole bunch of stuff I really don’t need anymore.
A little over a year ago, I left my job in the education marketing sector and started working for a tech startup. A tech startup based in Sydney. While based in Melbourne. That’s right, I entered the wonderful word of remote work.
About four months ago my husband’s work told him they were closing the office in Melbourne and centralising all their operations in Sydney. He could keep his job, but he’d have to move to Sydney to do so. And he had four weeks to tell them his decision.