So for this new season; I look forward to having a heart that is more open to love, that is no longer terrified at the thought of a relationship, a heart that looks forward to meeting someone who aligns with them on all levels, that is continually learning and growing, a heart which knows it might make mistakes, but knows that it is always willing to check itself and a heart that will always do its best. There is nothing more that I could ask of myself this season, or the next.
Working Out How to Live For Myself – Part Two
"Living for yourself; fully and wholeheartedly, is a lifelong process. It is a choice you have to actively make every single day"
New Things – A Letter to Myself
I have 206 entires in my Notes app under the folder labelled "blog". They are quick jottings over the course of two years when I first shot the bullet and started blogging - an external, physical space to pour the multitudes of thoughts and musings - imperative for an over-thinker like myself. A few have [...]
Working Through Heartbreak
I was a product of what young children were exposed to - princesses aren't princesses without a prince, girls can't function without boys, women need men to feel fulfilled and complete themselves.
The Bad Parts of Heartbreak
So I've got this pit in my stomach. It won't go away. But slowly, every so slowly, I think it's getting a bit easier to breath.
Pandemics, lockdowns, breakdowns and break-ups
I'm all for holding space for others to be vulnerable and encouraging this, yet I realised I rarely let my guard down myself.
My Not Pregnancy – Part 9
Confirmed miscarriage at 12+6 weeks.
My Not Pregnancy – Part 8
My biggest hurdle during this time has been telling my Samoan grandfather. The history I have to compare it with is his reaction when my mum told him she was pregnant at the age of 21 and he proceeded to not speak with her for the entirety of the pregnancy.
My Not Pregnancy – Part 7
I think I've started experiencing baby brain. I've been doing some research and there's no specific time when it starts and it's questionable whether it's a real thing, but I'm pretty sure I've got it.
My Not Pregnancy – Part 4
It took a ridiculous amount of time to find a place to get my scan, which is surprising considering I am a health professional. I honestly imagined that you just rocked up to the radiology department at the hospital, patted your stomach as the universal sign of cooking a bun in the oven and they whip you through - free of charge. But no, and it's not just because of my own sheer incompetence +/- a pinch of ignorance but because it turns out when you get pregnant, you literally have do everything yourself.