Putting on the oxygen mask

Putting on the oxygen mask

Why is it that so many of us struggle to put ourselves first? Is it that we don't think we're important enough? Or is it the same way you'd never admit to liking something (anything) about yourself when you were at school, for fear of being called 'up yourself'? Whatever it is, I know I'm not alone when I say that I'm usually my own last priority. There's even a saying for it... the burnt chop phenomenon, where the mum eats the burnt chop herself, leaving the best ones for her family. When … [Continue reading...]

On her bike

on her bike

Organised sport has always been a tricky one in our house. We're not a family who stands by the sidelines on a Sunday morning, team sports have been shunned and anything that resembles an ongoing commitment deemed too hard. Poss tried dancing when she was about three, and she spent most of the lesson twirling by herself refusing to take part, and crying hysterically when we tried to insist. We tried it again when she hit primary school, because isn't it what most little girls do? She … [Continue reading...]

The words

The words

I stand in the shower and I compose blog posts in my head. They are always brilliant, in the way that anything that’s thought out but never written down always is. The thoughts bubble away but by the time I’ve turned the taps off, the words have flowed around down the drain. I wake up […]

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In debt

In debt 1

It’s been a crazy few weeks. School is back and with it, the routine. But also lunch boxes, training for athletics, uniforms, washing, fights over shoes and tights that seem to get more holes in them than really seems possible. I’ve also been traveling. Not far, just interstate. But far enough that I can’t just […]

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{Guest Post} When a simple “no” is too much

When an answer to a typical question is “no” yet again, sometimes it’s not just about that one answer. As Taz descended into catatonic quiet again this morning I felt like I’d been that straw that broke the camel’s back. Logically I knew that I hadn’t actually caused his decent, but I felt like I […]

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