On the morning of February 18th 2016, a friend and I woke up at 5am and drove to the top of a mountain to watch the sky filter through shades of peach, mango and salmon; the beginning of the Earth’s 1.5 million mile traverse around the sun for the day. The beginning of my life as an 18-year-old.
My 18th year was filled with golden waves of happiness, cracks of light disappointment and long ribbons of memories to cherish. Throughout the year, I continued to grow and evolve, learning a plethora of lessons that one generally masters in their first year of decisions and independence. To everyone stepping forward into the next phase of their lives, this list is for you. Continue reading “18 things I learnt being 18”
These are my light years.
According to artist Alyssa Monks, that precious period of time when you’ve stepped into adulthood and you’re no longer a child, but you’re not yet weighed down by the responsibilities of life, are your light years. Continue reading “The Light Years”
Breakfast all day every day! I shout from beneath piles of blankets with the sun pouring through the window and my head filled with last night’s dreams. To me, breakfast can make or break the day, and it’s not just the food, but the circumstances too.
For those of you who aren’t morning people, I’m here to help! I’ve found five great Brisbane cafes tucked away in hidden suburbia that will 500% change your mind about sleeping through the loveliest meal of the day. Even if you can’t bring yourself to roll out of bed until noon, never fear, these cafes serve breakfast ALL DAY long, so waking up in the PM isn’t even a problem. I love each and every one of these alcoves, so make it a mission to check them out with a friend or a book. They’re worth waking up for.
Continue reading “5 Favourites: Breakfast in Brisbane”
I’m willing to gamble all the money in my bank account (and for a waitress’ salary I promise it’s not all that shabby) that you’re hiding at least one little questionable habit from your peers’ judgemental glares and screwed-up noses. No need to worry, I won’t tell anyone. The thing is, there’s bound to be something that gets their knees knocking in excitement too, despite the shameful connotations.
Continue reading “Guilty Pleasures”
When I realised that my first semester break from university would be two months long (yes, you read correctly: two MONTHS), I couldn’t imagine what I would do with all of that free time. Turns out, I spent most of those long weeks watching movies on my laptop, sleeping, spending money on food, catching up with friends and working double-shifts in order to save up for… well, food.
One thing I did do every day was practice gratitude. When I was 12, my uncle gave me a book about the law of attraction which taught me the importance of being appreciative. Since then, nearly every day I catch myself reeling off a list of 5 things I’m thankful about. It’s a sweet little habit that really helps to put all the not-so-pleasant things into perspective.
As today was my first day back at university and getting into the groove of things, I decided to share my ‘attitude of gratitude’ and put into writing the top 10 small things/events that made my autumn-winter break pretty wonderful. Continue reading “Attitude of Gratitude”
Grade 12 was a year spent desperately trying to stay afloat among a tsunami of assignments, study notes, formal stress and OP predictions. I don’t know what motivated the rest of my grade to crawl out of bed every week, but I found a life raft in Breakfast Club. Continue reading “Breakfast Club”
An avid St Kilda supporter and running legend, my Great Poppy, Ray Kemp, is an inspiration to his five children, ten grandchildren and eighteen great-grandchildren (of which I’m his first, and obviously favourite). Continue reading “Meet Ray”