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There is nothing better than a mid-week catch up with two of your best friends. Some people like to ground themselves in the earth to re-centre themselves. Me… I like to see my best friends. They centre me, balance me out and without them doing anything in particular at all, they anchor my soul back to the person I should be. The best version of me.

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the third floor

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When I was younger and imagined myself at 30, the image was so defined, so clearly planned out. Marriage, children, the white picket fence, the dog running around. This was the image of being a grown up. But as the years stretched out, became closer and closer to the apparent bench mark that I had set myself…what exactly does being a grown up mean? What exactly does being a fully fledged adult entail? At thirty one and five days I have none of the above but does this make me less happier than the picture I had painted in my head all those years ago? Does not having those things make me any less of an adult? I pay my weekly rent, I pay my bills, I buy expensive clothes if I want to, I go on holidays more than twice a year, I can afford to feed myself rather well in face, perhaps if I am determined I have actual substantial savings in the bank. I read an article earlier today by Sarah Wilson in which she muses that there are no grown ups. She says that we suspect this when we are young, but we can only confirm it once we have reached a point where we have responsibilities. Everyone is just winging it, just some do it more confidently. I resonated with this sentiment. I felt like I have known it for years but was always still waiting in the wings to be handed the baton to adulthood when the time was right. To be given the secret password or the secret key which opened this world of adulthood I was not privy to.

It was a pretty nice delight to wake up on my thirty first birthday and not feel the rush of disappointment within myself that I had not ticked all the boxes I had set out for myself all those years before. Yes I had a year to settle into this new 30 year skin but the angst is still there no matter how balanced & grounded you think you are. The voices still badger you in those dark moments when you least expect it. Not that I like taking from other people but I met an incredible inspiring woman, who turned 31 the day before me and she referred to this this time in our lives as reaching the third floor. I loved the simple sentiment of the phrase. I have reached the third floor and I am making my way to the fourth floor but which each passing year I will continue to conquer, dominate and defeat the demons that stop me from being the exceptional woman I have moulded myself into to get to this point, to reach this level in my life. This is a time to celebrate the achievements in my life no matter how small, no matter how insignificant. I do not have the husband or the back seat full of children or the beautiful home but what I have in return is no less significant. No less worthy of patting myself on the back for a job well done in getting myself to this point in my life. So to anyone freaking out that the third floor is looming or that the third floor has arrived and it still makes them feel like they should have one foot on the second floor. I say to hell with that, embrace this time in our lives. The third floor is the new black. To the women who are my kindred spirits and are still waiting for the mirage on the horizon that seems to never get closer to how life should be, I say let’s change the landscape that sits on the horizon into one that defines the women who we have become not the ones we think we should be. This past year has been one of challenges but with that comes the bountiful rewards,  the experiences I have opened myself up to, the homecoming to my friends and family for whom I cannot thank enough for their belief in me. I cannot wait to see what 31 has in stall for me and the new adventures that are just around the corner.

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sunday lovin’

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It has been quite awhile since a Sunday has had me smiling right down into my deepest depths of my soul quite like today. From my morning coffee from Jamie’s on my drive down the coast, to the morning paddle board with two of my favourite human beings, salty swims, impromptu coffee at new cafes, conversations to awaken the soul, eating watermelon with the juice running down my fingers and face leaving them sticky with joy, listening to John Coltrane as the sun goes down and the summer breeze flows through my apartment and to finish it all off a run along the river restoring my faith in my body and the limits it can push itself to when it has to all while watching possibly the most spectacular sunset I have seen since being home. Yes. Yes indeed Sundays are my favourite day of the week. IMG_3033 Image: courtesy of my friend Brooke

here’s to the beginning

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I am finding the prospect of my first post to be rather daunting, how exactly do you begin to put in writing, let alone out into the unknown your thoughts, your dreams, your hopes, your fears. It is hard enough to confide in our loved ones yet alone to expose ourselves to a whole new audience. What exactly is my intent, do I want to heard by those who love me or do I just want the rather anonymous world of online to swallow me whole.

Maybe I should start with why I want to do this blog. It has always been a desire of mine to write something, do something meaningful with my thoughts. Recently I was part of a conversation with some of the beloved people in my life. Two of my friends,  A & M,  after too many espresso martinis turned the dinner conversation to predictions for 2013. The aim was to predict what the next year would hold for us & then the rest of the table would say their prediction for us.  In true style I did not take the task seriously however my prediction for myself was that 2013 was going to be a year of Plan B, Plan A hasn’t exactly turned out the way I had envisioned & when things are not moving in the direction you are so set forth on, perhaps it is time to change the direction ever so slightly, get out of your comfort zone. One of the other predictions for me, given so graciously & wisely by A was that I would write something. So here I am, its 2013, I have started this blog, taken the step, it may not be prose worthy of J.D Sallinger or could be likened to Haruki Murakami but my wish for this endeavour is for it to just manifest organically & see where it takes me.

As for Plan B, it has been upgraded. I am truly lucky to be part of a tribe of amazing people who you know & have in life but you do not quite fully comprehend just how important, nurturing & quite simply just how much they make your heart glow with joy, open your soul to the goodness & sunshine in life until you sit back embrace that life is all about making progress. It is never about perfection. It is about the journey, the constant struggling to find this immeasurable balance between perfection & happiness, as if the two are mutually exclusive.

Quite possible though, life may just be about being imperfectly perfect.