IT’S NOT JANUARY 1ST.. AND THINGS ARE CHANGING.
I’ve found a note on my phone of which I recall writing on one of the first days of January, 2017. I say ‘one of’ as it was likely not the very first: I’m notorious for both forgetting and avoiding these type things (growth and the universal expectation that we set yearly deadlines on it). I struggle to discern a cheese scone from a cheese-and-bacon pinwheel at the best of times (and such has pertinence being vegetarian). Trying to discern my larger goals from the cloudy sky in which they reside presents itself as an almost equally stressful task.…
Day in the Life of a Social Media Manager
It’s one of those rare, calm days here in Wellington city. I’ve taken to the waterfront, as I often do, for a little break from my laptop screen. It’s Monday. It’s the 18th of September. Like the bay, I am content. As I wander, Siri documents my words. I look odd to the scattering of people whom I pass and yet, it doesn’t faze me. It is far more satisfying to adjourn with fresh air than it is with a blank Pages document. Fortunately I talk much the way I write anyway. More than talking, I find…
#FijiMe: Where to Stay
If I told you to picture a vacation in Fiji, I’m quite sure I could draw the picture. I’d start with a high-end resort. Crystal blue water. A buffet breakfast. And in all its glory, the picture would be complete. Don’t get me wrong: such minimalism is not a bad thing. It is, in fact, why we book ourselves a holiday. For once, nothingness (coated in luxurious tanning oil) is exactly what we desire. We return home relaxed and rejuvenated. There’s little more we could demand of a vacation, right? Wrong. Well, not entirely. There is no doubt that…
From Me to You: A Letter I Never Sent.
(To accompany my words..) As I write this, it’s 9pm. It’s a Tuesday evening and I feel alert. Just a day from now, I’ll board a plane. For what has felt like far too long, I will go further than the mere hour to Auckland. A few more, to Fiji. Do you remember the time I ventured? Across the sea for bronzed skin and unremitting days. For kindness and for love. Do you remember?! Oh, friends, I do! It feels just a moment ago and yet, all the same it is a year I never did live.…
Done with the To-Do.
Well, well, well. By all means, it has been a while. I’m not going to apologise for when I leave writing for yet another month, it’ll only feel redundant. I will say this: it hasn’t been a choice thing. I miss my little baby. I don’t know if you’ve noticed or remember, but I did a whole make-over session and then disappeared (apart from on Instagram, which oddly, I always seem to find time to prioritise). It was like a Gok series, except I never walked a naked catwalk because I grew too busy and forgot that my wardrobe…
Things You Won’t Remember When You Die
I’ve been wanting to write a post for a while, and it’s called, Things You Won’t Remember When You Die. It’s not meant to sound as disastrously bleak and suicidal as it potentially does (to be fair, you could read it as a confirmation of life’s little value). Its bluntness is intentional, however, for a completely different reason: to remind us of what’s really important while we’re here and for this sake, where we should be devoting our time. I think that one of our biggest downfalls – not as a generation or even as humanity, but as humans individually…
The First Entry
This Christmas I was gifted a whimsical journal titled ‘musings’ on the cover. For days of December I dated entries and placed small thoughts. I tied the turquoise bow and coupled it with New World receipts and travel pamphlets in my leather bag. Here it has stayed much of Summer. On sunny days in February, I found myself instead drinking cocktails and nibbling on parmesan-sprinkled fries. I could be caught skinny-dipping at the edge of the city, recording moments through laughter and morning coffee. Today, the sun is out again and to the beach, I’ve finally brought my journal. I have…
5 Reasons You Didn’t Achieve Your New Year’s Resolutions
Well, well, well. It would seem we’ve found ourselves in another year. Happy New Year everyone! Here’s hoping your celebrations were anything but dull. If you follow my Instagram, you’ll know I made it back to Auckland for family Christmas. I shoulder-hopped my way into the New Year once again thanks to Rhythm and Vines. And as we speak, I’m crossing clouds back to Wellington for the remainder of the Summer. One could say it’s been busy. What’s important is I’m back and I’m writing. The champagne glasses are finally clean and in turn, I’m dirtying a mug and a…
The Importance of Outer Beauty
It is a wonder to discover that in a world so beguiled by self-image, we can still discern what it is to be truly beautiful. A word layered with endlessly more meaning than the likes of ‘hot’ and ‘sexy’, to relate it to self is far from media-inspired. Belief in our own beauty can be found with whom the revenue-driven discourage a visit: our raw and untouched selves. It is here where we shall uncover that to be beautiful is no more than to feel it. Over the past couple of weeks, I have subconsciously divulged into the topic of beauty…
First Year Uni: What I really learnt.
Last Thursday at 10.30am, I completed my first year at university. While it carried with it a sense of relief, The End docked with much less triumph than I imagined it would. It felt indefinite, unsure if this was the destination, if we’d even boarded the right ship. For weeks now, people have been filtering out of the halls. I’ve fought with final days, with wind, rain and Descartes theories condensed on an A4 piece of paper. And despite how it couldn’t have come sooner, the end of first year has given rise to an oddly unattached emotion. I imagine retiring will…