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39 life lessons I learned by 39

I turned 39 a few days ago and given that my 30’s brought some significant uplevelling to my life, I thought it best to pass on some of my pearls of wisdom to those who might need it. Well, I mean that was the plan, but over achiever that I am, I came up with 45 lessons instead. I mean it’s got a better ring to it anyway. So, enjoy 39 + 6 bonus lessons (hopefully that’s right, math wasn’t one of my life lessons).

1.) Share your story, only with those who have earned the right to hear your story.

2.) Expensive handbags are bullshit. You’re gonna throw that thing on the floor. Buy a return flight to Paris instead. 

3.) If you don’t get the joke, say “I don’t get it, what does that mean?” I can’t overstate how much this minor tweak changed my life.

4.) Compliment strangers whenever you think they look nice. I just passed a lovely looking lady in a beautiful ballooned-sleeve blouse and said; “That top looks gorgeous on you!” Well, you should have seen the strut on that bitch after she thanked me. She probably felt hot for the rest of the day. Compliments are gifts within everyone’s budget.

Work it lady, work it!
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5.) Stop apologising and asking for permission , as if you’re a second-rate citizen. Especially at work. Don’t be overly thankful in email responses to someone who is just doing their job. Always be kind, respectful and professional but there’s no need to feel like you’re constantly inconveniencing others. Men don’t. Change the narrative from ‘bossy’ to ‘assertive’ by tweaking the wording. “I’m so sorry for my late reply” becomes “Thank you for your patience in awaiting my response”. I simply cannot stress this enough: this life may be your only shot, you gotta grab life by the balls and be the star of your movie, not the supporting actor (today I’m Jennifer Lawrence).

6.) Don’t have expectations of others, it’ll always end in disappointment. Stop getting hurt by people who don’t return your texts or like your posts. They’re probably adding something more valuable to your life anyway. I have a dear old friend who never replies to texts (or replies three months later) but will give me the most sound advice in times of crisis, and call me out of the blue for a one hour debriefing on the Sex and the City reboot (yes Liz, this one’s for you). Stop expecting to get everything you need from one person, no one’s that perfect. You can have one friend to party hard with, one friend to hold your hair back when you party a little too hard, one friend to provide the shoulder to cry on, and one friend to help you make sense of the chaos that is your life. Create a rich tapestry of friendships.

7.) Having friends from various age groups makes for richer experiences. I’ve had some of my best nights out with my 22yr old friends and some of my best conversations with my 62yr old friends. And vice versa.

8.) Silently forgive and wish your exes well. Including (and especially) the bad ones. I say this with the utmost sincerity, I have so much love and gratitude for everyone who has been in my life. And I went through some tough times. I’m glad we met, I’m glad we shared in some good and some not so good experiences and I’m glad we grew apart which lead us to our right path. I hope they’re all living their best lives (I just hope mine’s slightly better, obvs).

9.) Staying with someone when you no longer love them is actually not being kind at all, it’s being selfish by keeping them from who they’re meant to be with. It’s kinder to hurt them and let them go. There’s someone for everyone.

10.) Don’t bring baggage from the last relationship into the new relationship. Your new partner deserves a clean slate. Let go of the hurt and the fear of the past, but retain the wisdom gained. 

11.) Your gut instinct is always right, I repeat, your gut instinct is always right. Be open to trust others but never ignore red flags. Expect the best and plan for the worst.

12.) Make your home a haven. Decorate it beautifully, burn incense, fill every room with plants & beautiful artworks and smudge the space after others visit your home. But always love the home you’re in. You are so fucking lucky to have a home to live in, especially in Winter. 

13.) If you don’t like the home or the job that you’re in, thank it for the shelter, safety, stability and memories it provided, and release it with love to the next person who will love it even more. 

Onto bigger and better things my friends.
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14.) Go on as many dates as possible, experience is great. But don’t hunt for the love of your life, it doesn’t work. ‘The one’ shows up when you become so in love with yourself and your life that they migrate towards you like a magnet because they want to be part of that vibe too.

15.) Only marry because being around your chosen person feels like pure sunshine. Only be with someone if your values and goals align. You don’t need the same personality traits or same interests, but if you’re not headed in the same direction, you’re in for a bumpy ride. And not the good kind.

16.) Your “other half” doesn’t exist. You’re a whole. He or she is a whole, and you come together to share in life’s experiences, side by side.

17.) Write a budget for each pay, and stick to it. Don’t live beyond your means or you’ll spend your best years working multiple jobs and paying off debts. Trust me.

18.) Don’t write a plan for your life, just write a list of short-term goals and a list of long-term goals. Do your best to achieve them but pivot as obstacles arise.

19.) Stop asking everyone for advice. Trust your instincts, you know what you need.

20.) But do reach out for help when you feel yourself sinking. It can be a loved one, a medical professional or an anonymous call with a hotline. 

21.) Love your body with sincerity. Every single crevice. Thank it for all that it does for you and reward it regularly. Get deep tissue massages, and facials. Move your body. Dance. Stretch. If you keep getting tight muscles, aches and pains, before googling your symptoms, just try masturbating. It’s better for your muscles than magnesium or ibuprofen, and better for your skin than any vitamin C sheet mask. All jokes aside, connecting with the self is a very powerful part of womanhood and no one should know your body better than you do.

“Ooh it’s pink, for girls!”
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22.) Gratitude lists are not woo woo. They are vital for a healthy, successful life.

23.) Manifestation is not bullshit, it’s fucking magical and the force behind my greatest successes. 

24.) Forgive yourself and others for all the junk sitting in your chest. Not because they need it, because you do. Pretend you have one day left to live, does it honestly matter now?

25.) Keep birthday cards from your favourite peeps. Send out Christmas Cards and draw holly in the corner. 

26.) Bake cookies every Christmas Eve and leave two out for Santa, next to a cup of milk. Then look in the sky to see if you can spot his sleigh. Why should this have an age limit?

27.) Let your inner child thrive. Swing on the swing-set, go down the water slide, watch your favourite childhood movies, sing along to Disney soundtracks, dance in the living room and invite your friends over for pyjama and sock dance parties. Hot tip, dancing to Kate Bush’s ‘Babushka’ with high kicks and pinot noir is a better than therapy. Possibly better than really good sex too.

The original Catfish had all the moves…and damn fine abs!
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28.) Your knees and neck are always going to hurt, but constantly talking about them makes it worse. Book in with your chiro but picture yourself dancing like a rockette. You will never fully understand the power of your own mind.

29.) Spend money on good food, and eat it slowly without guilt. What a privilege it is to be able to provide yourself with good quality food every day. Eat well, exercise, have long walks in nature. But don’t try fad diets or count calories. Count only your blessings. Treat your body like you would a plant, plenty of water, sunshine & TLC.

30.) Listen to Baz Lurhmann’s ‘The Sunscreen Song’ at least once a month. And watch YouTube videos of people hearing their loved ones’ voices for the first time after cochlear transplants. Both will put everything into so much perspective.

31.) Regularly donate time, money and blood. You have at your fingertips the resources to improve or save a life. Why would you even need convincing? You’ll feel freaking amazing afterwards. It’s a win/win.

32.) Read Maya Angelou’s ‘Phenomenal Woman’ at least once a year.

33.) Read or listen to anything from Eckart Tolle, Louise Hay, Brené Brown, Glennon Doyle and Oprah. Game changers. 

Queens!
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34.) If you want a healthy mind and successful life, stop listening to true crime podcasts about rape and murder. Fill your ears with motivating content on financial wealth, self-love, positive mental health, lady start-up businesses, and manifesting that mansion and European vacation.

35.) You can’t handle hangovers after 35. But Hydralyte and Hydradol help. So does switching over to water when you feel the night starting to wind up.

36.) Schedule time to do nothing but don’t spend it online. Spend it on the grass looking up at the sky and trying to make shapes put of clouds. Have playtime. Why is this not a thing in adulthood?

37.) You really can’t achieve anything substantial without 8hrs sleep a night.

38.) Be there for your loved ones, unless your cup is empty. You’ll add more value later if you shut down to recharge and return with a full battery. 

39.) Set healthy boundaries. Don’t accept phone calls if you can’t talk. Tell them you can’t talk right now and ask what will be a good time to call back? Don’t agree to go anywhere if you’re not looking forward to it. Say yes to exciting opportunities and say no to obligations that feel like punishments.  

40.) When someone is telling you a story about their life, listen to them. Look them in the eye and really listen to them. You can’t imagine what that will mean to them.

41.) Be pro-peace instead of anti-war. Be pro-solution instead of anti-problem. Always speak from love rather than fear. 

42.) Your dreams are never too big. You’re just sharing them with small minds.

43.) Unfollow or mute any social media accounts that make you feel like shit.

44.) I adore all of the people in my life, but being on my own brings me joy and peace like nothing else can. Date yourself. Take yourself out to dinner and a movie, go on a picnic with a big stack of books, go for a swim by yourself and walk barefoot in the grass as often as you can.

45.) Marry someone who really gets you. After a few false starts, I now spend my life with a man who can’t write romantic words on a birthday card or remember to open the window when he showers, but he expects nothing from me and allows me to be whoever I need to be, completely devoid of judgement. He has never tried to change a single aspect of my appearance or personality and calmly talks me through my meltdowns when I say I need to talk it out. But never offers advice when I look like I’m working through something on my own. He’s there when I need support, and gone when I need space, without asking why. I cannot express to you how vital this is for a happy, peaceful life. Relationships require work, but they should never feel draining or exhausting. Hold out for what fits you better. Until then, love the shit out of yourself.

Life’s just better when you don’t have to wear waterproof mascara because someone’s dusty-ass son makes you cry every weekend.
Look at those baby blues. Wouldn’t hurt a soul.

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My sad little attempt at de-glorifying hustle culture

I recently started a new job that was seemingly perfect on paper: good money, nice people, gorgeous office, 2 days working from home and a 9-day fortnight. It ticked all the boxes. But like every outfit I’ve seen in a Zara shopfront window, it just didn’t quite suit me once I tried it on for size. I was brought in mainly to add to the culture of their newly created Sydney office, and can you blame them? I’m a freaking hoot. But very little was explained about the role itself (other than my predecessor had left after 2 days and her predecessor after a few months) and I quickly came to realise that it just wasn’t me.

I was trained by two very lovely women who had been appointed to show me the ropes. One shook constantly with anxious energy and scratched her skin fervently, whilst I had to counsel the other through 20 straight minutes of tears in a Zoom training session. As I watched these two poor souls, I had one thought…do I want this to be my future? One of these women was 10yrs younger than me. She hasn’t even turned 30 and already her body vibrates with the constant hum of pressure and anxiety. There’s only one reason your body should vibrate throughout your twenties…and that ain’t it. Ooh that reminds me, must buy batteries this week…for my torch.

By week three, I had decided to thank my new employers for the opportunity but be honest that this role wasn’t for me. It was a shame; awesome bunch of people, but it is what it is. Best to rip off the band-aid when you know your truth.

Once I handed in my notice, the stress started to fall away from my body, and I began to see things clearly. Aside from me finding the role to be too micro-managed, and the work-load quite excessive, no-one really did anything wrong. OK sure, a few more people need to be hired to help alleviate the pressure so some of the staff can catch their breaths, but I couldn’t help but think that, isn’t this the new norm?

In a world where hustle culture is glorified, working multiple jobs and excessive hours is heroicised, has it just become widely accepted that at least a third of your workplace will be hanging by a thread?

An important part of every orientation. (GIF courtesy of https://giphy.com/)

It’s all well and good to offer amazing benefits like a 9-day fortnight, but maybe we’re shooting ourselves in the foot by condensing 10 days of work into 9 days. I had plans for that day off and I ended up collapsing into a heap of exhaustion and doing nothing with that time.

In a recent discussion with Mia Freedman on Mamamia’s ‘No Filter’ Podcast, American author, Organizational Psychologist and TED Talker, Adam Grant, voices his concerns with the ideology of a holiday or weekend being used to catch up on rest….and I literally could not agree more. Shouldn’t these precious days be spent in adventure? Seeing the world and expending energy in exciting new places?

I’m constantly reminded of the quote in Elizabeth Gilbert’s book (turned Julia Robert’s film) ‘Eat Pray Love‘, where her Italian friend Luca Spaghetti proceeds to point out the difference between Italians and Americans after Liz voiced her concern for gaining weight from the Pizza and Pasta diet: “You feel guilty because you’re American. You don’t know how to enjoy yourself! It’s true. Americans know entertainment, but don’t know pleasure. You work too hard. You get burned out. Then you come home and spend the whole weekend…in your pyjamas in front of the TV.”

As someone with half her family in Sicily and a frequent visitor of both the US and Italy, I believe this to be entirely true. And let’s face it, Australia is in the same boat as our English-speaking friends.

We glorify diet culture to the point that we resist anything with flavour for weeks, then go on an all-out binge, or self-medicate with food when something doesn’t go right. I’m someone who eats really clean and exercises daily, but I recently missed out on an amazing job and texted hubby to bring home a box of Krispy Kremes. He brought home a box of 5 donuts, I ate 4.5 of them before he even sat down.  Enough said.

You don’t see diet culture in Italy for the same reason you don’t see binge drinking, even amongst youth; because they don’t believe in overworking, therefore don’t feel the need to reward themselves in designated intervals. They take pleasure in each bite and each sip, but guilt is just not part of their culture. There is literally no translation for ‘guilty pleasure’ in Italy, there is only; pleasure.

And yet, the Mediterranean diet continues to be the diet recommended by health professionals. Go figure.

So, here’s where we decide what we value more. Italy’s economy is pretty much in the crapper (from what I’ve heard, my ears kind of shut down when people talk numbers) but the Country is so rich in culture. Some of the best views, meals, wine, art, music and iconic landmarks belong to the boot-shaped Country. Whilst the majority of Western cultures are thriving on a life of anxiety attacks, Valium, replying to work emails at 10pm, hangovers, processed protein powders, unaffordable property and yet, more seemingly powerful leaders and stronger economies. Do we value money over culture? Or is it just not that simple? I like to think I’ve always valued culture over money, but was it this precise way of thinking that left me in the dust of my peers? Which is why I’m working my second and third jobs on a long weekend while they’re out having fun, and buying highly sought after Sydney property; because I’m playing catch up.

You know what we’ve got here don’t you? A good old fashioned case of Catch-22.

Which brings me back to my point of my recent (albeit brief) bosses. They came up with nearly every solution under the sun to provide for their team, and provide they did. The benefits were plentiful. But they’re still part of a landscape that means, if you don’t work at a frenetic pace, you don’t succeed.

As individuals, we can do as many yoga classes and meditation courses as we can afford. We can throw our smart devices out the window and try to be more present and mindful, but we’re part of a wider community, where nearly every business is promoted through social media, so how can we stay part of the game without playing by the same rules? Nothing drives fear through my heart more than the thought of not succeeding or not becoming financially comfortable.

If you haven’t already heard of Johann Hari, please do yourselves a favour and read his book ‘Stolen Focus’. Or listen to his podcasts with Oprah on ‘Super Soul Sundays’ and Mia Freedman on ‘No Filter – with Mia Freedman’. Like many guests, Joann was on his very best behaviour with Oprah, so I’d recommend his chat with Mia, especially if you like the word “cunnilingus” thrown randomly into conversation…I mean, who doesn’t?! You might feel great after listening to this, because Johann removes your guilt for ‘losing focus’ and points out that major, multi-billion-dollar companies have spent a lot of man hours and a hell of a lot of cash working out strategies to steal your focus from you, so that they can profit. They literally make money every time you unlock your phone. Honestly, I used to sit and read for hours on end and now I struggle to finish a chapter! You don’t even wanna know how many times I attempted to finish this article. Hari makes the very clever analogy of him taking 3 months away, with no phone or internet in an attempt to regroup, to that of wearing a face mask and expecting the air around him to be cleaner. You can make small changes to improve your personal situation, but we’re always part of a wider community, and at the end of the day, in one way or another, you’re a product of your environment.

To be honest, I don’t know if my theme here is “relax, it’s not all your doing” for why we’re all so stressed and exhausted, or “let’s all give up now, we’re doomed!!!” I don’t think I’ve decided which side I fall on yet.

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Just like with the environment, if big corporations and Government agencies don’t start valuing health and longevity above profit, it’s hard to think how else we can survive and thrive.

In times of crisis, I used to often find myself saying “What would Buffy do?” Now, I find myself saying, “What would Ash Barty do?” I have a tendency to lose my shit at the slightest set back. I need to look up to someone (13 years younger than me) to help me keep my cool and bounce back when the scoreboard is not in my favour.

My reaction to everything, according to my adoring husband. (GIF courtesy of https://gfycat.com/)

Ash Barty’s recent Tennis Retirement announcement shone a light on this issue in the most beautiful way.  She CHOSE, on her own terms, to bow out of her tennis career, at the height of her domination. She did it coolly, unapologetically and in her own, very humble ‘Ash’ way. She weighed up what she would be sacrificing in order to continue on her upward trajectory and decided, that other aspects of her life mattered more. Whilst she was the greatest female tennis player that this Country had seen in a good long while, tennis is just one cog in the rich tapestry that makes up Ms Barty. Her career move gave me hope that not everyone in this world glorifies the burnout.

I just went on Instagram and unfollowed a few of those boss-bitch pages I used to love. The constant hustle and grind themes that used to inspire me, now make me feel guilty for the times I stop to take a beat. It’s becoming clearer and clearer that my mind and body really need that beat. Not to mention, I come up with my best ideas during a reset (or at least a long, hot shower).

For the better part of the last 12 months, I’ve been working 3 jobs, plus helping out with my husband’s business, getting back into singing gigs, writing, going to the gym, doing most of the housework, trying to be the best daughter, wife, sister, aunty and friend I can be, not to mention adding everything I eat into My Fitness Pal in an attempt to rid myself of those pesky COVID kilos. But I’ll tell ya right now, I’m not that fun anymore. You’ll see glimpses of that ol’ Woo girl here and there. But I’ve definitely lost my mojo, I can feel it. I miss the Steph who used to dance and sing down the street. Can barely muster a frolic of late. It’s a means to an end for a few more months, until I gain the upper-hand against my slightly sad-looking bank account. Setting me up for a life of more freedom. A life of saying yes to more travel, adventure and nights out on the town. Yes to more…LIFE.

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But hey, it’s not all doom and gloom; look at all those international borders opening up again! After getting married last year during the travel ban, the ol’ ball & chain and I never had our official honeymoon. He’s so busy with his business, he’s not sure if he can even commit to the trip at the end of this year. But I gave the hard worker an ultimatum today; he has till the end of May to decide, or I’m booking myself a lovely little solo trip. Mumma needs to reward herself for ALL of that hard slog over the last few years. And you lot can read happy travel blogs instead of this depressing shit!

Let’s just pray that Zuckerberg hasn’t drained the last iota of my focus before then, or I might scroll through my travels like a constantly revolving news feed.

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The year that delivered my first grey hair and took Betty White from us.

The last few and first few weeks of the year really are such extremes. The week heading into Christmas feels like a blur of cooking, planning, shopping, wrapping, cleaning and catching up with everyone you’ve ever met. I remember being a kid and never understanding why my Mum loved Boxing Day. I hated it, because it meant the magic was over. For me, it’s always been about Christmas Eve. This time around, as I collapsed into a heap of exhaustion on the 26th, I finally got it.

The week between Christmas and New Year is like Walt Disney waking up from his cryogenic freezing in 100 years. You don’t know what time, day or year it is, and where are my pants? It actually reminds me of the happiest time in life, that brief period between finishing school and starting full time work. You drink and eat anything you want, sleep till lunchtime and no one expects a God Damn thing from you.

A mere three days later and you’re back in your work clothes answering hundreds of emails. It’s a shock to the system. I really need to pop out some kids, just so I have a legit excuse to take all of January off.

No one likes to talk about New Year, New Me anymore. I get it, it’s marketing bullshit. Every diet company starts campaigns with their new celebrity showing off ‘before & after’ pics, convincing you that life is better now because they have more energy to play with their kids. Seriously though, if I see one more Noom ad, the TV’s getting tossed off the balcony. Hmm…that sounds like too much effort, perhaps if I were a Noom customer, I’d have more energy for such activities!

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All cynicism aside though, I love opening my brand new Typo diary on the 2nd of January (the 1st of January was nothing but Hydralyte, Panadol and the stale taste of Aperol on my breath). Back into full body workouts and feeling amazing, and you name a health appointment, I’m booked in for it this month: acupuncture, lymphatic drainage massage, foot detox, colonic hydrotherapy, Vitamin IV Drip. A freaking cocktail of wellness coming my way!

Making all the life plans though, well that’s just a little tricky right now isn’t it? If you’re in Sydney, you might remember that a matter of weeks ago, we were averaging 200 cases of COVID per day. With the emergence of the Omicron variant, today we hit over 35,000 cases. And let’s be realistic, it’s probably double that, because who wants to spend over 4hrs waiting for a PCR test? You’d like to think you can have the back-up plan of getting a Rapid Antigen Test and isolating at home until you get a negative result, but alas, every pharmacy is sold out of them or are cashing in by price gauging. So let’s presume that there are a hell of a lot of us walking around out there, infectious in the community. Some might think it doesn’t matter because they’re double vaxxed, but what about the vulnerable members of the community who are completely unprotected and very scared right now?

There are certain Sport Stars who may think that they’re invincible because they already fought COVID once and continue to win major tournaments. But getting a free pass into this Country without being vaccinated, is shoving your privilege in the face of those who couldn’t say goodbye to their dying parents, or those who had to close the doors on the business they spent their life working on, or even for the rest of us who are literally struggling to get groceries because the God Damn shelves are empty! I completely understand the nervousness amongst parents of little ones right now too. They can’t have the peace of mind of having their most treasured humans vaccinated, so do they even leave the house right now? Can their kids go to birthday parties? We’ve been in limbo for two years and we don’t know what the fuck to do anymore! I try to keep my outlook positive and not join in the Twitter posts that very aggressively slam those so called leaders but the people are angry, and rightly so. Our absent leader was in Hawaii when the land we stand on was quite literally on fire (Peter Garret was right all along). And this time around, he was presumably skiing in Aspen while the rest of us were running into pharmacies, trying to sniff out a RAT.  But hey, how good’s the cricket?

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You’ll have to excuse me if I don’t join in the prayers for those young healthy footy stars who marched in anti-vaxx protests and now lie in comas due to COVID related health issues. I like my prayers to make good, logical sense and I worry that God might say “Um, I sent doctors, scientists and vaccines, but they opposed them”. You were given the resources to protect yourselves, you chose to oppose them with baseless arguments and now you put our health system and your community at great risk.

I just can’t argue with stupid anymore.

My amazing, Sicilian Father will be celebrating his 50 years on Australian soil this month and do you think we can organise a big party for him? My best friend was engaged nearly 3 years ago and do you think she can plan a wedding with British in-laws and half a bridal party from the US and UK? We’re nearly 40, she wants to start a family and everything is on freaking HOLD! STILL!!!

But by all means Joker, fly on in, because the way you hit a small yellow ball over a low net is the backbone of this community.

If you’re feeling angry, depressed, scared, frustrated. I feel ya. Let it all out, be authentic, don’t feel the need to sugar coat a thing. I do hope that this year starts to see the improvement of how we deal with this virus, and I hope to never learn another letter of the Greek Alphabet. We’re missing out on so much.

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I am grateful for the lessons and many blessings of 2021 but all in all, it was one of the hardest years of my life, as I’m sure it was for many of you. I was happy to wave goodbye to it. It may have been the year I got married to the most wonderful man I’ve ever known, but to me, it will always be remembered for two things; the year I found my first grey hair, and the year they took Betty White from us.

As our truly Golden Girls are probably sitting around a table in heaven right now, nibbling away at a cheesecake, I can’t help but think that what the world really needs right now, is a good ol’ St Olaf story.

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Is boredom the opposite of happiness?

I recently downloaded the audio book ‘The 4-Hour Work Week’ by Tim Ferris. You’ve probably read it or at least heard of it. A brilliant concept of figuring out clear and concise methods to condense a week’s worth of work into 4hrs, with the income continuously flowing in so that you can travel the world, spend your mornings surfing or doing yoga and generally living an awesome life. A brilliant read, worthy of its accolades but when he started in on complex math equations, I hit pause and am yet to revisit. I will…‘someday’. There is one line of his that stuck to my brain like Grape Hubba Bubba under ‘90’s school desks: 

“Most people think that the opposite of happiness is sadness. It’s not. The opposite of happiness is boredom”. 

Read that again.

The further we get into this pandemic that prohibits us from any form of adventure and the further I sink into the mundane responsibilities that encompass adult life, I realise that this is 100% my problem. I AM BORED OUT OF MY FREAKING MIND! 

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Hang in there Hils.
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Some of you might think this odd of a girl (oh sorry, I’m a woman, keep forgetting) who recently married the love of her life. Don’t get me wrong, my husband is an absolute gem of a human being. His company is a true gift. But I’m still an individual person, as is he, with our own desires of creating a life full of adventure and wonder and I can’t say that I feel much of either lately.  

It’s important to note that I actually wrote most of this article in early June, a few weeks before this very lengthy Sydney lockdown was imposed. Please don’t interpret my words as boredom of only this lockdown, but also boredom of the ‘busy’ life I was leading before June 26.

Many of us were already so bored with the busy-ness of our daily routine. Just because you’re tired and have a to-do list longer than Mariah Carey’s hotel demands, it doesn’t mean you’re not bored (that was totally not a judgement, Mimi provided the soundtrack of my childhood and if she demands my kidney, it’s hers). You have to ask the question; how many of us are feeling fulfilled by our insanely busy lives? Are we busy because we’re carving out the path we always dreamed of, or because we’re doing what society has convinced us we ‘should’ be doing? Are we going to the gym because we love it? Or because we only feel seen as successful if we have a toned booty? Are we throwing big birthday parties for our kids because we enjoy it? Or because we’re worried we’ll be mum-shamed if we don’t?

It’s the intention behind our movements that can mark the difference between enjoyment and obligation.

My current admin role has a tendency to suck the living soul out of me on a daily basis. It doesn’t mean that I’m not grateful to be one of the few who is blessed enough to have retained her employment throughout a pandemic and two lockdowns, but I can’t be true to myself or to you if I don’t admit that being seen as the bicky bitch makes me wonder where I took a wrong turn. Paying my dues with mundane tasks at 18 made sense, but at 38 I can’t help but think, how the fuck did I get back here?!!!!

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Not actual footage of me, but not far off.
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I spent most of my early life on stage, dancing and singing. I danced in the opening ceremony of the Sydney Olympics, I danced in an NRL Grand Final Opening Ceremony, I sang on The Voice. Now I’m filling up the biscuit container, collecting and distributing mail, taking everyone’s mouldy coffee cups to the dishwasher and being frowned upon for wearing bright red dresses or giant hoop earrings. I think the words “try to blend in” were actually uttered to me before last year’s staff photo. I’m just not quite sure they really ‘get me’.  

But here’s the clincher, it’s not anyone else’s fault. I can’t blame anyone but myself here. That’s my God Damn job. It was my choice to take a job that has a steady income to pay the bills, when I know it will not bring me joy. I chose ‘safety’ over ‘adventure’. I hate to admit it, but I think somewhere along the line, I stopped being brave.

We all want to be seen and to be heard. And more than anything, for our individuality to be celebrated. If it’s not, you’re probably in the wrong place.  When I was in a toxic relationship, full of despair and self-loathing, I wrote a sentence in my journal that I have recited to myself many times since: 

“You’re a sundial in the shade, you’re not broken; you’re just in the wrong place”. 

I vividly remember staring out of the window in high school Maths class (give me Art and English any day) transporting myself into a little café in Paris, covered in vines, seated inside looking out at the trickling rain, smoking on my cigarette and sipping my hot chocolate (I invented that fantasy way before you were old enough to get a passport Emily in Paris).

We all have places we transport ourselves to in times of boredom, but the question is, can we turn that visualisation into reality?  

As a child, I would fantasize about the abilities of Mary Poppins, jumping into chalk drawings and being whisked away to magical lands of riding merry-go-round horses in a horse race, eating candy apples and bursting into song and dance with penguins.  I just always believed that I was magical like Ms Poppins. Now I fear I may have turned into grumpy old Mr Banks who likes things neat and orderly. Some will surely read this and find me ridiculous, but trust me when I say; in every second of every day, I would rather be ridiculous than mediocre.  

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Wait for me Mary!
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A woman of 38 is expected by society, almost demanded, to put away seemingly childish quests in place of being sensible. To make a good wife, mother and daughter. To hold a steady job and create a beautiful home (soooo much more to say on this topic, but I’ll save that juice nugget for my article on the patriarchy).

I had recently lost my effervescent optimism in place of this nagging irritability and I realise now, it’s because I’m going against my true nature. The way a bird locked in a cage feels, when her wings were created to soar above the clouds. The nature that wants me to run barefoot in the rain and spin in circles. The nature that makes me aspire to find my next singing gig instead of scrolling through the Baby Bunting site looking at cribs for my future babies. The nature that makes me sit at work thinking of my next three blog topics instead of topping up the bowl of Mentos in the boardroom or the Tim Tams in the kitchen.  

If you’ve seen that Goddess of a woman Lady Gaga in her Oscar Nominated performance in A Star Is Born, you might recall the opening scene of her working in a restaurant, late for her singing gig because her boss makes her take out bags of trash before she clocks off. She walks slowly up the ramp of a dirty basement, in plain work clothes, with plain swept up hair, spinning around slowly as she sings the words to ‘Somewhere Over The Rainbow’: 

“When all the world is a hopeless jumble
and the raindrops tumble all around.
Heaven opens a magic lane.
When all the clouds darken up the skyway
There’s a rainbow highway to be found”… 

As the words A STAR IS BORN slowly emerge on the screen. A girl who most might walk by as just another invisible person. But inside, she is a superstar.  

In the words of real life Gaga herself: “I’ve always been famous, it’s just no one knew it yet”.  

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I simply refuse to believe that we were put here to merely go to the gym, wash the dishes, go to work, have zoom meetings, make dinner, wash and hang the laundry, sleep and repeat.  To be ‘good girls’. To follow the rules. To get praise from our parents, our teachers, our bosses. To make a good home for our husbands and children and host insta-worthy parties. Although if I do host a party, you’d best believe that there’s a damn good cheese platter on–hand and the Aperol is flowing. As an Italian, there are just standards that must be up-held, for the love of good food and drinks (not because that’s what’s expected of me of course).  

At least I’m one of the lucky ones who married a guy with values that mirror my own. He has no expectations of me other than to do what makes me happy, because he’s woke enough to have noticed that on the days when I do something amazing for myself, I come home with beautiful energy that in turn, makes me a better wife, neighbour, colleague, daughter, sister, aunty, friend.  

This year marked ten years since my first solo trip overseas. I had just exited a highly dangerous, toxic relationship and sent myself to Italy for two weeks on a Contiki tour. I could have visited multiple cities throughout Europe, but it felt cathartic for me to stick only to Italy and visit so much of my heritage as I rediscovered myself. I really found a special part of Steph there, and she lives in a little pocket in my chest always, licking on hazelnut gelato and immersing from the ocean onto rocks so damn hot I can almost feel them burning right now.   

We must live a life that sets our souls ablaze. If we can’t travel yet, we must find something else. That’s when the magic finds us. 

Many times throughout life and particularly this lockdown, I have lost myself. As I’m sure many of you have. But eventually, I always find myself again. I feel the veil lift, I open my ears to The Universe, and she recommences speaking to me in her riddles that make me know I’m part of something special and much bigger than me.  

As the lockdown restrictions begin to ease in a matter of days, don’t forget that it allowed you a breather. Time to rest and discover something about yourself. It was a re-set. An unravelling and putting back together.  

Because maybe, just maybe, the journey isn’t so much about becoming anything, but un-becoming everything that really isn’t you.  

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Taking home the gold in mental health

If you’re in Sydney at the moment, chances are you’re glued to your couch watching the Olympics because let’s face it, you’re in lockdown and there’s fuck all else to do. But also, the Olympics are God Damn awesome!

After setting the benchmark for the rest of the world on how to handle a pandemic, the tables have turned for Sydney; we’re into our sixth week of lockdown with numbers continuing to climb, people of all ages being infected with the virus, not enough vaccines to go around, small business failing and yet to see a cent from the Government, and simply no clear end in sight. Cheering home our victorious Olympians has provided a small spark of hope in an otherwise eerie world.  

Let’s start with Emma McKeon taking home enough medals to have ranked herself as an individual Country on the medal tally. Scoring her 11th Olympic Medal of her career, she’s broken Ian Thorpe and Liesel Jones’ record of nine each (ahh Thorpie, you’ll always be the King of my pool…that came out a lot dirtier than I intended, but how good is it having that champ back on our screens?!)

We loved watching Kaylee McKeown slay that pool then drop the F-Bomb in a poolside interview (Aussie Royalty). Logan from Logan taking home the first ever Gold in BMX Freestyle after building ramps in his backyard and subsequently pissing off his neighbours (might be in for a few less noise complaints now). And I’m pretty sure the number one image in your mind of these games is Ariarne Titmus’ coach; throwing around his mask like a stripper’s G-String and dry humping a barricade in celebration of his protégé’s epic victory. This man is my absolute spirit animal and Boxall, mate if you’re reading this, would you consider hiring yourself out to non-sporting types such as myself? I just think I’d be a lot more successful in life if you were walking behind me and pumping me up as I went about my daily affairs. COME ON BRUNO!!!!!

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Can I get an Amen for the 62 year old Andrew Hoy, taking home a Silver and a Bronze in what was his 8th Olympics, becoming our oldest ever Olympian? Sixty – bloody – two!!! You’ll never catch my 38yr old ass complaining about a burpee ever again. And a dude from Hurstville competing on the world stage in the Table Tennis event.  I spent the first twenty-something years of my life in Hurstville! I could have passed our very own Forrest Gump in the fresh produce aisle at Coles, we could have squeezed the very same avocado! You don’t know.

My big waterworks moment came from watching Peter Bol’s family partying like it’s 1999 from back home in Perth, watching on as their man continues his pursuit of Olympic glory. His family fled war-torn Sudan when he was only 4, eventually settling in Australia, without speaking a word of English, in the hopes of creating a new, safer life for their brood. Now families all over Australia scream his name from their living rooms, edging him closer to that finish line. Today, I’m a very proud Aussie indeed. Can I get an Oi Oi Oi?!

Like anything in life; with the sweets, comes the sours.  The amount of pressure on these young athletes, from themselves, their coaches and their Countries at large, is perhaps too much for anyone’s shoulders (even those giant swimmer and gymnast shoulders). The high-highs and the low-lows of such a highly competitive field can very often take a large toll on one’s mental health. I can barely watch my screen knowing that someone has trained hours on end, nearly every day for the last four years (or many more) only to stumble on a hurdle or fall off the uneven bars. I can’t bring myself to look at their face as all of their hopes dash before their very eyes. To spend years perfecting your craft and having, in some cases only a few seconds to prove your worth is just a ridiculous amount of pressure. I know my mental state wouldn’t handle it.

This year, we watched two of the absolute best athletes of our time; Naomi Osaka and Simone Biles put up their hands and admit, it’s too much. I can’t cope, and I choose my mental health.

Let’s be clear, in every single situation, we should always choose our health; physical, mental or emotional. Time and time again.

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Yesterday at work I was having a chat with one of my favourite colleagues (just so freaking excited to see another human being in the flesh!) We were discussing this very topic until he mentioned that he thought Biles was a cop out because she took someone else’s place in the squad and didn’t go through with it. Argghhh a dagger through my heart! I was crushed that he had taken this view, especially given that the last few weeks, he and I had spoken at great lengths about our extreme concern of everyone’s mental health during the pandemic. We had both been studying the increase on suicide rates over the last few years and fear that the extreme isolation during lockdown could tip anyone over the edge who was already struggling to keep it together.

Here’s what kills me, if Simone Biles pulled a hamstring or broke a leg, everyone would be standing and applauding her brave exit from the floor and just ‘understand’ that she could not physically continue. No one would question it. It would just be a given that she was ‘unfit to continue’. Then why, when it comes to mental health, do the Keyboard Warriors awaken from under their pile of Uber Eats bags to condemn the perceived weakness of someone who is simply exercising her right of self-preservation? This clearly demonstrates that the stigma of mental health is still alive and well.

I can only imagine it’s because it is invisible and therefore un-measurable by others.

Having spent my entire life with a neuro-muscular disorder (that’s a whole other story for another time) I can guarantee you that most people will always doubt what they can’t see. I look fit, I have defined muscles and workout a lot, so when I can’t move because my legs freeze up, people think that I’m ‘faking it’. When I can’t open my eyes because my eyelids have frozen, people think I’m goofing around. When I can’t respond to a question because my tongue has gone stiff because I haven’t spoken in a while, people think I’m being rude (that one hurts the most – I freaking love to talk more than anything in the world!) Even just recently I’ve experienced grown men thinking it’s funny to make fun of the way I walk upstairs, thinking I’m doing my best impersonation of Frankenstein. I used to get really worked up or I used to pretend I was tying my shoelace or looking for something in my bag, these were in the days before I was diagnosed and just didn’t know what to tell people. Now I calmly say, “No, I was born with a neuro-muscular disorder, this is how I walk”. They never know what to say after that, and they never apologise, they mostly look confused and I can see their brains trying to figure out if I’m joking or not. If I had my leg in a cast, or was in a wheelchair, they wouldn’t look confused. I then continue my slow and difficult climb up the stairs at my own pace, reciting the words over and over in my head “I’m doing the very best I can, there’s no need to rush”.

I can’t express to you the relief I felt when my condition was given a name (Myotonia Congenita, in case you want to look it up). It was so freeing. I still get upset (that’s actually a huge understatement). Every single day of my life is hard, physically and emotionally. Simple tasks are often quite impossible for me. But I no longer carry the burden of hiding my disability or apologising for it in order to make someone else comfortable. I can simply be me. In all my perfectly imperfect glory.

That mindset and diagnosis really would have come in handy during Primary School when a substitute teacher didn’t believe me when I said I couldn’t run after standing still for so long. She thought I was a bad child telling lies. She subsequently grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me along the cement in front of all of my peers. My legs were covered in cuts, scrapes and blood. But they healed. The damage that particular situation did to my mental health, never healed. I never told anyone that story until I was in my twenties. I guess it took me that long to realise that it wasn’t my fault.

When you doubt someone’s story, especially their struggles, you’re not only preventing them from healing, you’re adding shame to their already heavy load.

As a person with a seemingly hidden disability and my own share of mental health issues, I am so proud of Naomi Osaka and Simone Biles. They are so brave and so smart in the choices they have made. They’ve essentially taken one for the team. Their actions could set in motion a whole new movement of kindness and compassion. Which could create a world where no one will ever be afraid to admit they need a time out. This could very well save lives.

Osaka and Biles don’t owe the general public anything. They don’t owe us an explanation for their pain, the same way my colleagues don’t need to know when I have period pain or when I can’t get out of bed because depression has sapped the strength from every muscle in my body. I use to text my bosses a really long-winded explanation for when I couldn’t make it into work, and when it was depression, I’d always say I had a stomach bug. Now, I just say “I’m unwell and can’t make it in today”. If you’re unfit to work, you’re unfit to work, no apologies or long-winded explanations required. I guarantee you, the world will keep spinning and no one will remember that day you had off, in five years’ time.

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I think sport is a wonderful recreation to be involved in, and full credit to anyone living out their dream. That’s truly magical. But sport is not everything. It ‘s merely one facet of an athlete, in their already rich tapestry of who they are as a person. I hope that when they retire, they realise that there is a lot that they can offer the world, not just their sporting skills.

I was recently in hospital for a routine procedure in which my body encountered a slight complication. In my heady state of anaesthesia and feeling like hell, I remember calling out to the nurse who had spent the most time with me. She stroked my hand and stayed with me until I felt well and I just remember thinking, “Well shit…footy players run into work and have 80,000 people cheering them on. These Doctors and Nurses work so hard keeping us well and alive and no one applauds them when they walk into work.” It’s a topsy-turvy world.

Once I got home, I sent those Doctors and Nurses a box of choccies and a card telling them that the people of Sydney are so blessed to be looked after by people like them. Not all heroes wear capes, but heaps of them wear scrubs.

Here’s to the trailblazers. The brave and the vulnerable, the kind and the compassionate. The broken and the healers.

And to you, reading my words right now. If you’re struggling today, I’m so sorry you’re in pain. I hope that tomorrow is a better day for you. One full of hope.

This really is such a beautiful world.

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‘Tis the season to hit reset

There are only two occasions that cause me to look at the world through rose coloured lenses and make me want to hug every human in sight. One is Christmas, the other is my last day of work before moving on to another company. There’s no drug quite like nostalgia that makes me tell colleagues whose death I was plotting a week ago for not filling the ice tray, that I’m going to miss them soooo much and be sure to stay in touch on socials.

Christmas really does deliver that magic in the air though. The first few weeks of December are full of road rage and Westfield carpark rage, but on Christmas Eve, when I walk around looking at Christmas Lights to the sounds of Mariah, Bublé & Wham! – something child-like and pure washes over me. There’s also no other time like Christmas morning that makes me want to run up to random strangers on the street, packing their cars with pressies and trifle, and scream out “Merry Christmas!”

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But this year, I find myself in a little bit of a pickle. I appear to have lost my Christmas Spirit. Me! I’m one of those nut jobs who starts playing Christmas Carols and watching Christmas Movies in August. I love the anticipation. I did it all this year, had all my presents bought and wrapped by mid-October, had the tree up in November, wore the Christmas earrings everyday throughout December, and I was feeling it a little, but over the last week, I lost it. I even tried baking my specialty Christmas Cookies last night and dropped them off at the Wayside Chapel this morning. That felt great, but I still don’t feel like watching Elf or The Polar Express. I just keep binging old reruns of The Vampire Diaries where sexy, shirtless vampires drink scotch and fight over a schoolgirl (spoiler alert: there’s very little writing of the diaries).

Ok, so it’s been an absolute shit show of a year. There’s really no other way to describe it. Sure, we all have ups and downs throughout the year but this year, the whole world is hurting and you wouldn’t be human if you didn’t feel it in your soul. My mind has become a series of Harry Potter lines swirling around in ominous blacks and greys: “these are indeed dark times”.

For me personally, there were a lot of plans that just didn’t eventuate. Every day I’m grateful for all of the beauty in my life, but it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt when you put hours, days, weeks, months and sometimes years into career aspirations only to have the door slammed shut in your face multiple times in one year. A lot of wounds need to be licked. But, if Ross Gellar taught us anything, it’s to pivot.

F.R.I.E.N.D.S — PIVOT!

Maybe I’m just tired and stressed. Work is always exhausting this time of year. And planning two Christmas Dinners and a Wedding ain’t no easy feat. Seriously, only a COVID bride will understand.

Last night I was staring out the window, hoping to see Santa doing a dry run through the night sky, but all I heard was a drunk dude bashing his mates, his girlfriend screaming, followed by Cop sirens (ahhh the Holidays). Then I decided to grab my phone and do a little research about this upcoming celestial event I’ve been hearing about (you might want to do a little Google search on December 21st 2020, the grand conjunction and the 5th dimension).  Turns out this extra depression and anxiety we’ve been feeling this year may not just be COVID related, but influenced by the stars.

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As we welcome the Summer Solstice this year, there is an event that many different cultures from Aboriginal, to Mayans to yogis have been preparing for. The grand conjunction is the first Jupiter and Saturn alignment since May 2000 but is also the closest alignment since 1623! This significant event may have astrologers buzzing but it’s the rest of us who may just need to hop on board and take note. It’s believed that the energy shift taking place in the atmosphere will create higher frequencies that will influence humanity. A time to keep our vibrations high by being true to ourselves rather than being in the constant pursuit of feeling positive. And possibly becoming more aligned with our true purpose.

Whether you believe in astrology, meditation or anything woo woo or not, you can’t deny the science that everything is energy, including us. And tomorrow evening marks a major energy shift.

If you’re a regular meditator or have never sat still for one second in your life, my one Christmas Wish is that you set your alarm to meditate at 9:02pm Monday 21st December. Close your eyes, take a deep breath and connect to yourself and to the universe. Let all of your thoughts be on love and joy. You just may take part in a rescue mission. And if not, what have you got to lose?

I’m sure that over the course of the next few days, my trademark Christmas giddiness will re-emerge and I’ll be thankful to be one of the lucky ones.  I had my favourite word tattooed on my body as a reminder that I always believe in magic. And there’s no better time of year to truly…

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Wishing you a very Merry Christmas everyone, thank you for being a part of this journey with me, take care of yourselves and each other. Eat everything in sight on Christmas Day, and when the clock strikes midnight on the 31st, hit reset and know that we can only go up from here. We may be bruised, but we are not broken.

Give 2020 your best hair flick and three departing words; Nice Try Bitch.

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Connection is key

Whenever I hear the words “oh it’s been such a bad year” I always roll my eyes at the Negative Nancy bombarding me with a ‘poor me’ story and remind him/her that every year has its ups and downs. But I shan’t be rolling even one eyelash at the end of 2020, which, let’s be honest, has been nothing short of a complete shit fest. 

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We started the year being choked by smoke as our beautiful country continued to burn before our eyes, we endured more catastrophic floods and then got hit with COVID-19; the pandemic that changed life as we know it. Not a person on this planet hasn’t been affected. It’s sad enough to think of how many lives have been lost due to the virus itself, but it’s so much more than a health risk; it has changed the landscape of how we are able to operate and interact with one another. Many died on their own, unable to be close to loved ones, saying their final words to their children through a screen. Many were unable to farewell their loved ones due to number restrictions at funerals, an event that simply can’t be postponed. Many lost their hard earned family businesses by simply being prohibited from opening their doors to the public. Many lost their savings and their homes, just trying to feed themselves. It breaks my heart seeing every second business empties out with a For Lease sign in the window.

When lockdown first hit, we were in shock, but I think many (myself included) started to enjoy the novelty of rest. There were a lot of positive messages online as we navigated through this new and scary world, in particular; “we’re all in this together” was spoken about frequently. We all downloaded the HouseParty app and shared a cocktail through a screen with our not so nearest but ever so dearest. But that app seemed to get deleted pretty quickly and after a while, it didn’t really feel like we were all in this together as the hostility began to build around the globe. Toilet paper may have returned to our shelves but as restrictions continued, the real financial burdens appeared, bringing with it some serious mental health issues as the rug was well and truly pulled out from underneath us. We then watched on as the divide between the left and right wings in the US became more and more prominent and tragically, more and more African American mothers grieved the death of their children at the hands of those appointed to protect and serve.

The world is in utter disharmony and it hurts.

I’m quite vocal about my beliefs which are not so black and white but more, fifty shades of grey (minus the red room). What I believe in, is compassion. I don’t judge you on your colour, race, religion, gender, sexual preference, political views or postcode. What I will judge you on, is if you’re being an asshole. And I’ll pray that you start to like yourself more, because hurt people, hurt people.

I’m not a big fan of fast running (depending how supportive my bra is) but you’ll never catch me sprint quite like when Trump is on TV and I’m heading for that remote. I do not like the views that this man has. I do not like the way he speaks to others and his actual voice is like nails on a chalkboard to my ears. However, you will not catch me sharing much about him on social media and you won’t catch me poking fun of his appearance. If I stoop to the level of the monster, haven’t I then become a version of the monster myself? I have a highly intelligent friend with wonderfully compassionate views on the world, who detests Trump more than anyone I’ve ever met. And rightly so. But I’ve told him recently that the more he focusses on Trump, the more he is giving him oxygen. And a textbook Narcissist thrives on attention.

I’m a big believer in the law of attraction. Of ‘like’ attracts ‘like’. I know that whenever I have focused on lack and scarcity, I have attracted bills and debt. I know that whenever I have focused on love and abundance, I have been showered with more than I could ever have dreamed of. Mother Theresa shared similar beliefs and was quoted as saying she would not attend anti-war protests but please call her whenever you have a pro-peace march.  If you hate a Political Leader, try focussing on his opponents strengths more. No one wants to see men in their 70’s making fun of each other; it’s tacky. Gogglebox’s Chantel articulated the Presidential Debate perfectly: “It’s like watching two old people in a nursing home fight over the last digestive biscuit”.

If your thoughts, words and actions create the world you want to live in, be selective. Choose kindness, choose compassion. Get in the face of hatred, put down your sword and extend your hand (maybe an elbow is safer right now).  “When they go low, we go high”. Dignified words spoken by one hell of classy woman. Not always easy to do, but always, ALWAYS worth it.  

There’s a difference between being educated about current events, and being bombarded by disasters. I’ve come to a point in my life where I know that watching the news makes me unhappy. It’s a list of tragedies and disasters. I can be educated by checking news websites and choosing to click on the stories that interest me but I am officially checked out of the 6pm news. When I come home from a long day of work, I want to hear something positive, moving, inspiring. I now choose to sing, read or watch my favourite sitcoms. It’s not burying my head in the sand, it’s making a choice of what I absorb, in order to create the life I believe I deserve.

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One thing that is quite clear from however long we were not allowed to leave our houses for, is that CONNECTION is vital for a happy life. Thinking back on that time when we were only allowed out of our houses for an hour a day, I used to seriously fantasise about running up to complete strangers and hugging them. If one passer by locked eyes with me on my daily walk, I felt so acknowledged and all warm and fuzzy inside. It’s crazy how much these small, seemingly insignificant aspects of our lives mean to us. And you don’t even realise that until they are taken away. Many of us went from seeing thirty colleagues a day to just seeing the occasional bird fly past your window. That’s a hard adjustment in the long run. According to an August report by the University of Sydney’s Brain and Mind Centre, Australians can expect at least a 13.7% increase in suicide deaths over the next five years; a direct result of the social and economic impact of COVID-19. We have to then ask ourselves what we really value in this life and what lessons are we going to learn from this period that HOPEFULLY, we never repeat in our lifetime. This is why I am completely floored when I hear of high profile celebrities requesting that staff, guests, support acts or anyone they encounter “not make eye contact with them when they pass each other in the hall”. Are you freaking kidding me?!!! If you think being wealthy and successful gives you the right to demand zero interaction with ‘the little people’, you’d better pray your success lasts, or you’ll be passing the same people on your way down to earth.

If you’ve read my blog before, you may recall that one of my treasured childhood memories was going to Sunday Mass and spending the whole first hour in anticipation of the moment when the priest would say “you may now offer each other the sign of peace”, followed by all of the parishioners turning to the strangers in front, behind and beside them to shake hands and recite “peace be with you”. I would wipe the excited sweat from my palms onto my dress, blow on my hands to make sure they were dry and give my best possible handshake to every human I could physically reach. The whole energy in my body and the entire room lifted, because we were brought into this present and beautiful moment by connecting with one another. I can’t think of a better time in our lives to let this story resonate with you. Connection is key. Think about the impact you may have on someone else’s life. As we approach the most magical time of year, let’s choose to create our future with thoughts, words and actions that resemble our best life.

Here’s to a world led by compassionate and intelligent thinkers. May we connect with one another and focus our attention on the world we want to live in (and don’t panic Mercury will no longer be in retrograde in a matter of days!)

Where attention goes, energy flows.

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My top 10 tips for surviving iso

Like many of you, I’ve been working from home for several weeks and spending my weekends locked in the same apartment, except for daily walks and my weekly trip to Coles (which I now do in ball gown, full make up and my best perfume). Being in the same room all day every day can feel like a prison sentence; no matter how beautiful your home is. Check out my top ten tips for keeping your shit together during isolation:

1.) Structure your day: each night, have a list in order of what you need to do the next day. Set your alarm for the same time every day. If you’re working from home, you can have a little extra sleep-in, but don’t overdo it. Did you know that your body’s cortisol levels are at their highest first thing in the morning? That makes the perfect time for a workout, so put your running shoes on and get outdoors, or do an online circuit class. If you were already a member of a gym, they probably already have free online workouts (such as Anytime Fitness & Fitness First) which you can access via an app. Or Fitness Queen Kayla Itsitnes’ Sweat app is currently offering a 4 week free trial if you jump on her app. 

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2.) Dress for success: the occasional day of binge-watching Netflix on the couch in your baggy sweats can be good for the soul, but on the daily, can make you feel like a loser and your motivation will plummet! If you’re working from home, get dressed everyday (bra totally optional), brush your hair back and put your favourite lip gloss on. It will help you get into a more organised state of mind to tackle some work, and if you know in advance you’re having a Zoom meeting with your colleagues, dress a little more professional and be aware of your surroundings that may be visible to your colleagues (might wanna hide that giant bottle of Vodka behind you). 

3.) Create a productive work space: this is vital not just for mental clarity but also be aware of your posture. Keep the space neat and decorate with your favourite cystals and rock-salt lamp to create a zen AF ambience. If you’re working from your dining table and your chair is a little low, prop yourself up on a couch cushion. If you’re getting sore neck and shoulders, you might wanna try what I did and buy a Posture Medic brace online which forces you to pull your shoulders back: https://www.posturemedic.com.au/ It’s also a great idea to get up once an hour to stretch your body out. 

4.) Meal prep every Sunday: this is something my partner Allan and I do every single Sunday regardless. It helps us to make healthy choices and saves us from cooking every single night when we’re tired after work. Pick a few proteins and a few veggies and make some variations each week to keep it interesting. Making a list before you get to the shops is always a good idea (jump on my insta for some food-spiration).

5.) Stay connected with family and friends: I’m definitely missing dinner with my family, drinks with my friends, and cuddles with my niece and nephew more than anything! We may not be able to physically socialise with our nearest and dearest, but technology does allow us to stay connected. If you’ve been living under a rock for the last few weeks and haven’t downloaded the House Party app, get on it now! You can have multiple screens (Brady Bunch style) and have all your friends or family in one chat. I have two major tips for this app though: lock the room (little lock icon in centre bottom of screen) to prevent unwanted people from crashing your party and never open the app when scrolling on the loo, because random calls will pop up and you can definitely get caught in a pants-down situation. If you ever require some more serious help and want to talk to someone you’re not close with, call Lifeline on 13 11 14 or jump on their online chats. 

6.) Tea time with your neighbour: if you have a lovely fence to sit on, you might wanna book in some time with your favourite neighbour to meet once a week with a cup of peppermint tea, watch the world go by and share some self isolation war stories (just mind your 1.5 metres).

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7.) Get a pen-pal: When I was a kid, I always used to write letters to my cousin who I didn’t see very often, and a Balinese exchange student once she returned to Bali. I loved getting letters in the mail! (It sure beats your electricity bill). I think I might start this again, maybe with my beautiful Canadian friend I met many years ago on a Contiki trip in Italy. If writing letters isn’t your thing, sending your loved ones thoughtful care packages is such a nice gesture. I just sent my parents some Easter Eggs and a book of crossword puzzles and sent my niece and nephew some Easter goodies, pencils, crayons, colouring book and card games. They went down a treat! 

8.) Pick up a hobby: I’ve never been one to sit and watch the TV for hours on end. I always need to keep my hands busy! When I was little, I used to pull mum’s ironing board over to the couch and make art pieces or build furniture for my shoe-box dollhouse out of colourful clay. Even now, I need something to do or I’ll just kill more brain cells by scrolling through my phone. I’ve pulled out my old knitting needles and starting re-knitting a scarf I started many moons ago (totally not a granny pass-time, I think knitting is making a comeback) and I pulled out all my high school art supplies from the garage and started creating some beautiful art works. That’s the thing about art; it’s subjective! Plus it’s totally all about the journey and not the destination. Keeping your hands busy with arts and crafts is a great way to keep depression at bay (ever heard of art therapy?). Not that artistic? Pull out your old board games and puzzles from under the bed and sprawl them all over the living room floor. 

9.) Start and end the day in silence: if you wake up and scroll through your phone or put the news on, you might be flooding your brain with some overwhelming imagery and content which can set the tone for the day in a negative way. Try sitting in silence and focusing on your breathing for ten minutes. I like to make a list of everything I’m grateful for before I even get up to pee. For me, I list everything I can think of such as my warm bed, my comfortable pillow, my nutritious breakfast, my loving man. And before bed each night, you might want to do the same. It’s important not to look at your phone or bright lights an hour before bed. You might like to light some candles and spend time moisturising, or read a great book before calling it a night. If you experience some trouble sleeping during this period, try some natural therapies rather than pills. I personally love The Beauty Chef’s SLEEP Inner Beauty Support in some warm almond milk, about an hour before bed. It gives me such a restful sleep. 

10.) Start the ‘one day‘ goal: you know what I’m talking about. We all have at least one thing we say we’ll do ‘one day’ when life is not so busy. I got news for ya; this is ‘one day‘! I have just started the three things I always said I’d do: learn Italian, learn to play an instrument, write a book.  Allan and I are learning Italian once a night on our Duo Lingo app, I plan to learn guitar soon but have started small on a Ukulele, playing online each night. There are plenty of online platforms to teach you how to play an instrument, or your local music school may provide Skype lessons (such as my big bro’s guitar teaching school Prodigy Music https://www.prodigymusic.com.au/ ) Writing my book will take some time but happy to have gotten a head-start. If you don’t really have an artistic goal, you might just do that big clean out you’ve been pushing off. Try selling some unwanted but good condition clothes on eBay and give the rest to the Salvos or Vinnies. Nothing gives you a better sleep than a sense of accomplishment, so keep up the productivity!

I hope that these tips have been helpful and please feel free to reach out to me with your tips for killing boredom in lockdown. Stay safe and well beautiful peeps x

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Give me your digits

Ever get the feeling that society is judging you based on measurable numbers from your age to your dress size, from your salary to your postcode? Remember being seven years old and having something to say only to be scoffed at, because what does a little girl who hasn’t reached a decade, know about the world? Ever felt like you became a little less relevant after the age of 35? Well, I have. And I’m pretty sure I’m not alone.

Kris Carr is a published writer who has documented her journey on living with Cancer for over ten years. Upon having to reflect on her life and make changes to start healing her body, Kris realised that her version of ‘self-care’ had been “don’t look old and don’t get fat”. This line was such an eye-opener for me. How many times have we measured our health on external appearances rather than nurturing our bodies, minds and spirits?

I spent years having only five hours sleep a night, in order to be at the gym at the crack of dawn to make sure I looked fit. Many days, attending the gym twice in one day. Not too long ago, I would drink these synthetic powders that helped to ‘lose weight’ that were so full of green-tea extract that I would get horrendous anxiety and feel like I was going to have a heart attack. Is that practising good health? Me thinks not.

I’ve always labelled myself as an ‘all or nothing girl’. I don’t drink on weeknights, I don’t drink at home and never drink on my own. I may only drink a handful of times per year, but when I do, I go way too far and feel like death the next day. And now in my thirties, I’ve discovered the post-drink blues. You know the one where you’re telling yourself what a loser you are, that you should be married with kids and planning kids’ birthday parties instead of searching for the Panadol and Hydralyte? I eat very healthy most of the time, though if I’m in a buffet situation, I get savage and binge like Augustus Gloop on death row. Like I said; all or nothing. It’s an unhealthy spiral of abstain, binge, feel shame.

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Am I to blame? Hell no! I was born a happy young girl who wanted nothing more than to run around barefoot and play. My brain was then flooded with images on magazines, billboards, TV, even Barbie dolls, of what a woman should look like. I was brainwashed into believing that young, slim and attractive = optimal place in society.

Sure, we’ve had improvements, thanks to someone as lovable and talented as Rebel Wilson finally getting a lead role in a movie (even though her size is mentioned throughout the entire film) and female newsreaders don’t seem to be getting replaced by a younger model quite as often. But we’re still living in a society dominated by numbers.

Every time I read an article in a magazine about one of my favourite celebrities, their age is always in brackets next to their name. As if it were imperative for the validity of the article for me to know exactly how old they are. Wow, J-Lo is still hot at 50, Cameron Diaz has first child at 47, Delta is unmarried and without child at 35. Wow, shock horror! These publications are encouraging us to label and compare ourselves to each other to see if we are ahead or behind.

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I constantly feel like I’m running behind but I don’t know why?!

Author, spiritual teacher and advocate for ‘living in the present moment’, Mr Eckhart Tolle, believes that the power of the ego lies within identifying with form. Don’t mistake form for just the physical, this can be the car you drive, your salary, your job, your postcode, your weight, your dress size or your age. Anytime you equate your worth with form, you are de-valuing yourself as a person and allowing your ego to dominate.  Attention Double Bay people: don’t think I don’t notice you judging my scuffed shoes and non-designer clothes.

Ryan Gosling’s character Sebastian, in the film ‘La La Land’, describes the people of LA as “worshipping everything and valuing nothing”. It’s like a societal Cancer that has spread its disease from coast to coast, brainwashing us into believing that we must attain a certain product, or look a certain way to feel good about ourselves. But do we feel good? Or have we just become the optimal consumer?

The mere fact that a Kardashian is worth over a billion dollars and Dr Charlie Teo isn’t, is proof that modern culture is misguided.  If you were dying and needed life-saving surgery, I doubt that someone with a make-up line, a pushy stage-mum and an empire built on the back of big sister’s sex-tape would be able to help you.

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That’s a billion dollar selfie-game right there

Let’s continue to fight the belief that our worth lies in a measurable number. Our humanity, our compassion and our passions will always define us so much more. This body that we’re in is just clothing for who we really are, and it’s temporary, just like our cars, our jobs and our homes. When they go, what makes us special will remain. Remember that and tune into it as often as possible. All of these numbers and figures are a way to compare ourselves to others and determine that we aren’t measuring up. They lower our self-worth and in turn, make us want to spend our hard-earned dollars on labels and products that make us ‘fit in’ to the social norm.

If you really want to talk numbers, here are some figures that count: Scientists have determined that there will be more plastic than fish in the oceans by 2050, …depressing, sure. But more important than your dress size. Or on the back-end of what was a grief-stricken Summer for Australians, the bushfires have burnt an estimated 18.6 million hectares, destroyed over 5,900 buildings (including 2,779 homes) and killed at least 34 people. An estimated one billion animals have been killed and some endangered species may be driven to extinction. Yet amidst the tragedy, Australians and international friends managed to raise over $50 million, led by our Aussie Queen, Celeste Barber. That’s the thing about tragedies; people are always willing to band together to help one another, we just need the right inspiration.

All hail Queen Barber

Let’s focus on the things that really matter and move away from media influence that pits us against one another and causes us to question our worth.

Here’s to a life without numbers! Maths was always my least favourite subject anyway.

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Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?

It’s a truth, universally acknowledged that the two greatest fears amongst humans are public speaking and death. To which Jerry Seinfeld poignantly noted that at a funeral, most of us would rather be in the casket than giving the eulogy. 
I don’t know about you, but one of my greatest fears has always been prison. I need to move my body, feel the earth under my bare feet and stare up at the moon before retiring to bed.
Something I have come to realise over the years, is that a lot of us are living like prisoners. Behind the invisible bars of not being our “true selves”. 

In my early twenties, I worked at Myer, in the ladies’ accessories department. What a great job to have at an age where all you wanted to do was try on all the merchandise, run out to Pitt Street to sneak a ciggie, wear low-cut tops and flirt with all the straight boys in the logistics department. At the ripe old age of 35, my life now consists mainly of loose-fitted shirts and napping. 
I was approached, one day, by two Chanel representatives who asked me if I’d like to remain in that department, exclusively selling Chanel sunglasses (at $500 a pop, those babies really moved!) I took them up on their offer, wooed by promises of commissions and free Chanel sunglasses (I never saw either). Though there was a catch: the Chanel uniform consisted of a long, high wasted navy skirt and a thick, high neck shirt in a beige that can only be described as the colour of diarrhea. I also had to wear my hair in a bun and no dangly earrings. My thing is the statement earring; Hello J-LO and Nelly Furtado hoops! I was miserable.
OK, I guess George Michael makes a fair point that “sometimes the clothes do not make the man”, but your personal style is your first message to the world of who you are. I felt like I was shackled. Forced to tone down the real Steph. 
I literally ran to the chemist on my lunch break and got three more piercings in my ears just to rebel. And a little while later, got my first tattoo.

How many of us today are in a relationship, a friendship, a course or a job that does not, in any way reflect our most authentic selves? Doing something that compromises our beliefs or goals because we believe it is the right thing to do. Or what our loved ones told us we should be doing.
I don’t want to wait until I’m a granny on her way to bingo, before I start being honest about what I really want or who I really am.  

Pop music phenomenon Katy Perry was dropped by three record labels before officially hitting the big time with her ’06 hit ‘I kissed a girl’. Always being told to change her image and change her style of songs because she needed to be the next Avril Lavigne, Perry kept thinking; “I just wanna be the first Katy Perry”. 
Fast forward a decade or so, and this woman has amassed a net worth of $330m, released 5 albums and 29 hit singles, currently has a successful TV career and a successful perfume and shoe line…just to name a few. This success arose when she walked away from the people who did not believe in her vision, went back to writing and recording her own songs that reflected who she was. And the rest, is history.  

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Take that, losers!

Perhaps the key to success is a mixture of being true to your most authentic self and having someone believe in you and back you. 
We’ve all heard Gaga’s speech about getting her big movie break in A Star is Born, about having one hundred people in a room and ninety nine don’t believe in you but you only need that one person. For her, that one person was Bradley Cooper who had seen her perform La Vien Rose at a charity event and moved mountains to have her cast as the lead.

As a result, Gaga received multiple award nominations for her acting role, won critical acclaim worldwide, won an Oscar for best song in the film and absolutely slayyyyyyed the red-carpet during awards season. I think we can all agree, there is only one Lady Gaga. 

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Thanks for believing in me Coops. Can I have your babies?

I’m really digging podcasts at the moment. I’m feeling so motivated and inspired by hearing the voices of those I most admire and listening to their stories of rise & fall, directly from the horse’s mouth. Oprah’s Super Soul Conversations podcast is at the very top of my list.
In one of these episodes, Oprah tells of her truly inspiring story that I highly recommend you listen to. I don’t know any story quite like Queen O’s. To rise and rise after such a tragic and tumultuous childhood is truly inspiring. Though the story that really stood out in my mind is how she first got her big break on a daytime talk show in Chicago after kicking around on news programs that she never truly felt comfortable at. Oprah was pitted against The Phil Donahue Show.

For those of you old enough to remember, Donahue was the unrivalled King of daytime TV and Oprah was essentially told by her boss, in so many words; “we know you don’t stand a chance against Phil Donahue, we just want you to get up there and be yourself”.  On her first episode, Oprah beat Phil’s ratings and her show continued to gain audiences at a rapid rate until she became the unequivocal Queen of daytime TV (and my world).

There was never anything that cutting edge that set Oprah apart from her peers, she merely demonstrated immense warmth and empathy. Oprah was truly, just being herself, and for her, that was enough to create immense success, given the right platform. 

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All hail, Queen O!

When Ed Sheeran sings, when Jamie Oliver cooks, when Oprah speaks or when Carl Barron tells a joke, are they re-inventing the wheel? Or are they just being their most authentic selves, doing something they really, truly enjoy? 

Look at what you’re doing and what you have on your bucket list. Ask yourself if this is what makes your soul soar, or if it’s just what you think you “should” be doing. 
Stop “should”-ing on your life.  This life may be briefer than you think. 

My name is Steph. I like to tell dirty jokes (sometimes with interpretive dance). I like to drink shots at parties instead of being the designated driver (also with interpretive dance). I like to swear if it makes the story better. I like to sing in the shower, pat other people’s dogs, compliment strangers on a nice outfit, watch Christmas movies and listen to Christmas Carols (even if it’s only May) and I like to have a good cry at YouTube videos of cochlear transplant patients hearing their loved ones’ voices for the first time (seriously gets me every time).

Join me in shedding the chains that are smothering the real you. Let your true colours shine, whether it’s to someone else’s liking or not. And do one thing every day that makes you smile, whether you get paid for it or not. 
In the words of one Homer J. Simpson; “if it feels good, do it!”

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