This is a letter to my younger sister, as much as it is to my younger self, and to all those entering the working industry. It turns out there's a difference between earning respect and being respected; an internship and a job; being accepted and being embraced. Consider this a chance to learn from my lessons.
It may be 2018, but the importance of saying thank you persists. After all, who is it [but arguably, our mothers and our pets] who truly have any obligation to us?
If you've been following my Instagram, you'll know that I was recently struck by the inter-seasonal flu. I use the term 'struck' quite intentionally: it really was that devastating for me. The good news is, it's set me on a newly-inspired path towards health and wellness for Spring.
To reflect on 6 months in Melbourne seemed too predictable [so a 7-month recap it is]. Okay, so I actually lost track of time -- but it was for good reason. I was busy learning these lessons.
As a full-time freelancing digital media marketing manager + lifestyle blogger, it's safe to say that I've managed to avoid the 9-to-5. That is, until now. In the last two weeks, I've experimented with the most notorious "hustle" of all: introducing my pros and cons of the 9-to-5 grind.
At a time like this — on my way back to NZ for Fashion Week — I find myself particularly proud to be the person I am. Not because I’ll probably wear some cool clothes and take some cool photos and speak to some cool people. But because I’ve welcomed this scale of adventure into my life again.
CURRENTLY LOVING has officially re-launched! This time, we're skipping the small talk and going straight to the gritty stuff. We're meeting with the elephant in the room: she wants to talk about your niche.
And with an off-duty look, I’m doing exactly that: signing out from Sydney and MBFW. The end of Fashion Week is always bittersweet. This is an ode to all those who made it what it was; to the glamour, to the lights. And also, to the track pants, the boyfriend and the routine that awaits at home.
2 months ago, I moved to Melbourne. And 2 months ago, I experienced my first feeling of home. Since then, I've experienced the good and the bad of finding home in a new city. Here's the reality of things; some would say, an expansion on the Instagram highlights.
The other day I was listening to Sam Smith’s, “Too Good at Good Byes”, and weird as it sounds, placing myself in his heartbreak. Ironically, all my relationships have ended somewhat amicably, and even more importantly, I’m in a happy one at the present. It made me wonder: why did it feel so good to pretend I knew Smith’s pain? Was it the gospel choir that chimes in mid-way? Or something much deeper than this? I know what you’re thinking: what’s deeper than a gospel choir, right? Well, it turns out there is one such thing. Another…