This is What it Feels Like

This is what it’s like to be ‘strong’ and ‘confident’ and ‘capable’. I am in a runaway car hurtling down a road. The accelerator is stuck to the floor, and the brake is loose beneath my desperately pounding foot. My hands are tight around the steering wheel. It presses against my sweaty palms as I … Continue reading This is What it Feels Like



There are moments when you can see clearly that it’s the right time to move on. Open another window, start another phase in your life. I reached that point about two weeks ago, over drinks with a work friend in Melbourne. We were talking about our job and the end of the performance year where … Continue reading Changes

The Waiting

He sits in the old recliner, his body sinking into the cushions until it seems as much a part of the upholstery as the faded blue cloth. Spindly legs, legs that once raced about a tennis court and pedaled up steep hills, lie limply on the footrest. Arms which once wrestled the yoke of a … Continue reading The Waiting

One of the Cool Kids

When I was at school, I never wanted to be one of the cool kids. I simply didn’t care. I had my group of friends, and that was enough. We were the ones who hung out in the library or raced straight to the computer labs at lunch. We were the ones who did the … Continue reading One of the Cool Kids

Failing Loud and Proud

I attended a panel at a writers’ festival today, and I heard something that really struck a chord with me. “Don’t compare yourself to other writers,” one of the panelists said. “In this age of social media, where everyone celebrates their successes publicly, it’s easy to just see those. No one blogs about their failures, … Continue reading Failing Loud and Proud

The Dream Room

I’ve dreamed about my ideal room many years now. It’s an all-in-one theatrette, library and lounge. Probably a bedroom as well. (Who needs a bed when you have a comfy couch?) I don’t need any fancy architecture. A plain rectangular room will do me just fine. It has high ceilings and polished wooden floors with … Continue reading The Dream Room

Early Mornings

I’ve never been an early morning person before. It’s just too much effort to wake up early. Not to mention, most of my friends are nocturnal creatures. But when I returned from France, I found that jetlag was dragging me back into the land of the conscious at 5am in the morning. Yes. FIVE. AM. … Continue reading Early Mornings

Lessons from France (part 2)

Last week, I started writing about the lessons I’d learned from my whirlwind trip through France. This is the continuation of that post--without further ado, Part 2 of Lessons from France! Ask anyway, no matter how silly it seems.We drove through a stunning area called the Tarn Gorge, a road cut into the long, winding … Continue reading Lessons from France (part 2)

Lessons from France (part 1)

Ah, France! The land of bread, cheese, wine, and amazing food. Not to mention a beautiful countryside and a lot of history. I’ve just returned from two weeks exploring the place, and have picked up a few lessons along the way that I thought I’d share. In fact, I picked up so many that this … Continue reading Lessons from France (part 1)

Burnt Out (With Luggage)

Burn-out has always been one of those things that happens to other people, not me. The kind of situation where you shake your head and say, “Well, I saw that coming, they were doing too much and it was bound to happen sooner or later. So-and-so really needs to learn to take care of themselves.” … Continue reading Burnt Out (With Luggage)