It all evens out…

Is there a balance system?

When I put on weight does someone else lose it?

When I am feeling happy and healthy am I dooming someone else?

When a butterfly cries in Japan does a person in London sneeze?

These are the big questions aren’t they?

Well not all of the big questions but some of them.

It the universe one large set of balance scales?

Is there just the right amount of everything in the world and we have to share it between us?

Is world peace as unobtainable as achieving inner balance?

There are always people fighting and making up.

People being born and people dying?

People laughing and people crying.

People enjoying 10 course degustation meals with matching wines and people with violent gastro bugs.

What goes up must come down.

So does what go down also have to go up?

I have a friend and she and her husband seem to have a ying/yang mental health game going.

And while I love that it is her turn to be doing well at the moment I hope that her husband can sneakily break the cycle and pick up a bit too.

So is there a balance system?

A quantitive amount of love, joy, peace, hate, anger and anxiety to go around the planet?

I don’t know but in case there is I should totes apologise to the person out there who is down while I’m up.

And also congratulate a stranger on losing a couple of kilos.


ALL of them…

I’m a little bit over the word “all”.

Especially in the context that “all” insert race/hair colour/skin colour/nationality/gender are insert your own adjective here.

Not until you have met every blonde can you say that they’re dumb.

And once you’ve met them all and decided that they are dumb go back and start again because in the time that it took you to judge them all one of them just went to space or found a cure for a disease or became a Grand Master at Chess.

Not all people of a certain race are lazy, cheats, dishonest or rude.

And only an ignorant person would think so.

It’s something that ALL ignorant people have in common.

I work with adults and children from all over the world.

And they all have shown me aspects of kindness, respect, love and loyalty.

And the people that judge them based on their race, religion or head scarves are missing out by narrowing their minds and hearts to some beautiful people.

I wish I was one of those more outspoken people that when racist comments are made I could just call them on it.

But instead I like to point out personal examples of people that I’ve met that disprove their silly stereotypes.

I worry sometimes about how we’re all human beings but we don’t value each other as such.

A boat person. A migrant. A dole bludger. A single mum. A person with a mental illness.

A label that we use to describe a group of people who ALL having something in common but who are ALL different.

I’m coming across a little self righteous and preachy here I know but it’s just a reminder to myself to drop the ALL.

Take each person as they come. They won’t ALL be awesome like me but some of them might surprise you.

Be the ALL you want to see.

No. Wait. That didn’t make sense.

Just be open. And kind. Please. xx

P.S Not ALL Collingwood supporters are idiots.

All the feels…

Hey there you.

How are ya?

I’ve been feeling all sorts of stuff lately.

I’ve been quite angry which has been lovely. Nice to get worked up about something and then stew over the way you overreacted.

It’s been a long time since I went the full honest throttle and gave someone a piece of my mind.

But at the end of the day if you ask someone what is wrong often enough they will criticise your trousers and your face and your whole general persona possibly in front of others.


It’s so lovely to feel angry instead of numb. No, not numb but subdued or so full of apathy that there’s no point in speaking out.

But at the end of the day it’s just another thing that keeps me awake at night.

I had an extended school holidays because of my hospital visit and I still feel so relaxed and peaceful.

Not sure if there is a difference between peaceful and full of peace but I’ve been feeling calm and happy and silly and loud and fun.

There’s an optimism that the corner has been rounded and instead of hitting the wall I’m accelerating right through it.

I’m full of feelings. All of them. Not all of them pleasant for those around me but surely it’s better than me moping in bed.

So buckle up. (Or go back and count all the bad car references in this post.)

I think I’m ready to take the drivers seat again. xx