On Saturday night, I dreamed a dream that I hadn’t dreamed for a long time. It used to come and go while I was at high school, and turned up again a few times at university, but I had thought it was long gone. To this day, I’m yet to figure out exactly what it all means. Continue reading Nightmare
There was once a time when I spent many hours of my life watching Extreme Makeover. Sometimes it wasn’t just Extreme Makeover, but shows that were even more extreme, like The Swan. Before you get the wrong idea, yes I did have better things to be doing with my time, and no I don’t think that women (or men for that matter) should judge their self-worth by holding themselves up to unachievable standards of beauty.
My two year old loves listening to stories. Most of the time we read a book, but sometimes he says ‘You tell me a story’, which means he wants me to make one up. So usually I’ll tell him a story about a boy who went on the bus or the train with his grandparents. In one version, they all visit the tall, tall tower in the city, where the window-cleaner waves at him from outside the building. In another, they go to the playground and he climbs to the top of a big slide before racing down on his tummy.
We lead quite the exciting life.
I hope you partied hard on Saturday night. I hope you threw your arms in the air and howled with delight. I hope you jumped up and down. Hugged the person next to you. Maybe even got a little emotional. It’s been a long time since Warrior Nation tasted this winning feeling. Can you even remember 23 June 2017? It certainly feels like a lifetime ago to me.