I’ve always loved to write; ever since 2016 writing has been a big part of my life. I started off on WordPress, gained over 10,000 views and I quickly found a passion for writing, whether it was about my feelings on things, sharing my stories or simply having a space where I could forget about life. I kept it a secret from most people other than my parents as I felt embarrassed to share my thoughts with anyone other than strangers who didn’t know who I was behind the screen.
Anyway, almost three years since I first started writing online, I’ve decided to step things up a notch. A year in Australia away from reality meant I had a lot of time to think, and I experienced many moments I’d love to share with not only strangers, but family and friends too. I also have a lot going on in my head at the moment and in order to feel better about myself, I enjoy writing things down and sharing those thoughts like an online public diary.
I wouldn’t ever consider myself as an interesting person, I spend most of my time scrolling through social media or wishing I was back sunbathing on a beach in Queensland; I like to spend money on things I don’t need and I moan quite a bit also. But for some bizarre reason I’m better at expressing myself through typing on pages on my laptop or opening up my notes tab when I suddenly feel inspired or compelled to write something down – usually at the most inconvenient times.
I basically have no idea what I’m doing with my life right now. I’m a little bit lost, or stuck in a rut as you wish, and these things aren’t changing anytime soon. But what I do know is that I want to keep exploring new places, taking more photographs and spending more time focusing on doing the things I love.
I guess life was ever supposed to be easy.
I’ve previously spoken quite a lot on here about body confidence and how the so called perfect body doesn’t exist; the responses were so lovely and inspiring. Lately I’ve been feeling pretty rotten about the way I look and the numbers I see on the scales located on our black and white checkered tiled floor in my newly decorated bathroom and I’m beginning to resent the way I look in the mirror. So I guess this is me trying to come to terms with my recent weight gain.
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I’ve always found it difficult sticking or even setting new yeas resolutions. I had a bit of a plan at the beginning of the year; you know, the fitness-related-weightloss-get-your-shit-together type of things, so far it hasn’t worked out for me. Apparently a new year means a fresh start, at least that’s what we’re told. We all head into it with motivation and readiness but in the grand scheme of things, I think these expectations are putting more and more unnecessary pressure on ourselves. Anyway, after a year abroad and a relaxed Christmas at home, I’ve made it known to myself and anyone who takes notice of this blog that I’m currently struggling more than ever to find my purpose.
Continue reading “Why you should take the time to do the things you love”
Fraser Island has always been a must visit for the both of us. We’d heard so much about it; the island, the indigenous history, and of course, the opportunity to explore the biggest sand island in the world while driving a 4×4. Booking a trip has never been easy for Jack and I – it takes us days or even weeks to actually decide on exactly what we’re doing, how to do it and what tour company to go with when it comes to booking a trip! In the end, we were swept in by a cool dude named Mike from Peter Pans in Byron Bay and ended up booking a two night, three day tag along tour with Dingo’s from Rainbow Beach.
Continue reading “Three Days Exploring Fraser Island”
I don’t know who or what I want to be. I recently published a diary entry over on here last week: you can read that here – so the fact that I’m completely and utterly lost right now most likely won’t be a surprise to anyone who reads my content. But bare with me.
Continue reading “Finding Your ‘Thing’”
I turn 24 in June, by now I thought I’d have my shit together; how wrong was I. Seeing people my age, whether it being close friends, family or my partner doing so well, I find it difficult to comprehend that I’m still stuck in a bubble I simply cannot burst and haven’t been able to since I was around eighteen.
Continue reading “24: I’m in a Life Rut “
I remember sitting on a secluded beach in a Brisbane suburb. We’d just received a phone call from a farm located in a rural town in Queensland. By this point we’d been looking for all types of work for over two months in all kinds of fields and received no luck. Restaurants and shops regularly refused to acknowledge us due to our visa only allowing us to work for six months in one company at a time, and the thought of fruit picking was too much to bare (for me). So I guess this left us with no choice but to look for other types of farm work instead.
Continue reading “An out of the ordinary experience living in the Outback”
As I woke up to a cold and misty morning, I couldn’t wait to head outside with my camera. I haven’t used my new camera since coming back from Australia so the excitement of a foggy Saturday morning well and truly thrilled me. Rivington is lovely. Full of trees and views which provided the perfect winter setting for me and my camera. The fog was heavy as it filled the burnt hills in front of us and the sharp wind at the peak made things difficult to bare – but it was worth it.
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A thirteen month long journey to the most spectacular, unique and beautiful country located 24 hours away from home, Australia. An adventure so incredible and inspiring yet so complicated. Australia is without doubt, a country I feel everyone should visit if they are given the opportunity. I’ve been living back at home for over a month now and over the course of the next few months, I’ve been eager to share my experiences and photographs from the Land Down Under.
Continue reading “Australia: The Beginning”