That moment when I try not to be a pushy activist.

I’m probably the one staring at you while you sip on bottled water, the one asking with raised eyebrows about the recycling and wondering where your Fair trade coffee is. We all know those people—those activist friends who tell you there are children working for 10p a day in horrendous conditions just to make your…

From a little sister, to a big brother.

My brother is one of my heroes. Often (for comedy value) I’ve found myself telling stories of Christmas fainting episodes, crash-dummy-alert bicycle rides, handfuls of sand in my mouth, borrowed face masks and the occasional viewing of Love Actually. But today for some reason I feel like telling some other stories. So Nath, from a…

Dream bigger little girl.

I think I was about 11 years old when I told my daddy that I really wanted to have a wendy-house in the back-garden. In usual parent/child fashion we went back and forth for a while with our reasons why it was or wasn’t a good idea. I honed my negotiation skills early on and…

Letter to a 70 year old me…

After a few long, hard months of steep learning curves I told someone that I was tired of only learning stuff in hindsight. It’s exhausting. So they asked me to look 6 months ahead and consider the things I might want to have learnt when I look back. Being me, I thought I’d take it…

Embracing the things that scare you.

I don’t know if it was ever a deliberate decision, but at some point a while back I started acting like the best way to pursue life was to head straight in the direction of things that scare me. I’m not sure if it’s because my competitive nature kicks in and I somehow know that…

Tell me your story.

There’s something special about hearing someone’s story. Our mind engages with stories much like it engages with music; it’s more than just random noise, it has meaning and resonates with our heart. Some days I feel like I was created just to make friends with people, and today was one of those days. It was…

Peace and Smiles

I feel like I’m sitting down at a piano I haven’t played for years (and mum would point out that I actually haven’t played my piano for years). It’s only been a few months since I last wrote some thoughts down, but things feel different right now. Over the last three years there’s been something…

I had some thoughts…

Facebook is a funny thing. People you know really well, people you used to know well, people you try to keep in touch with, people you can’t even remember. A complete range of people have this bizarre access to your life. It paints a picture of you – whether true or false – for others…