Category: Self awareness

This post was inspired by Caitlin Kelly’s posts about all the things that make her happy. I got to thinking: there are ALOT of things that get up my nose (Australian for really annoying) and I am generally quite vocal about them. But I liked the idea of embracing the concept of mindfulness and appreciation, and keeping a perpetual list of things that make me happy. So here goes. List one. 1) Taking a really, really, really good picture. 2) Having that really, really, really good picture printed as a canvas, prominently displayed in my lounge room. 3) Making other

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And what have you done? Another year over, and a new one just begun. ~ John Lennon A month or so ago, I turned 50. I didn’t have a “milestone party”. Instead, I spent it in a beautiful part of Turkey, doing what I love: travelling and taking photographs. But turning 50 deserves some sort of recognition, applause even. After all, not everyone makes it this far. In some countries, 50 is considered positively ancient because life expectancy and outlook is so poor. But I’ve talked about the lottery of location previously, so won’t belabour that point here. Western cultures

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You may or may not have noticed, but it’s been over a year since I blogged here. I haven’t been altogether silent, though. I have written about my travels, and I regularly post photos. But focusing on this blog, well, not so much. And there are a couple of reasons for this: vulnerability and hubris. And both are inextricably linked. Being a reasonably popular blogger (and by this, I mean that I don’t have a huge numbers of readers, but those who do subscribe and read tell me they enjoy it), I felt a certain sense of untouchableness (that’s not

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Practically everyone’s read The Secret, right? In case you haven’t, it’s a book (and DVD), that was heavily publicised by Oprah five or six years ago. It worked on the premise that whatever you imagine and can articulate for your life, you will get. If you think and want for positive things, positive things will come into your life. Similarly, those who dwell on the negative will attract only negative things into their lives. You get the picture. While I quite like the thinking around this, I do believe it’s a flawed concept. In one sense it’s setting up people

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Warning: this post is a bit new-agey and philosophical! I have a theory. It is yet to be tested, and to be honest, I have no idea how this theory can be either confirmed or denied, because it’s to do with your soul, spirit, essence, consciousness… call it what you will. My theory is this: before we take human form, our essence decides what “theme” it would like to experience as a human. It could be hardship, or celebrity, or addiction, or ill-health, or deception, or joy, or poverty, or racism, or happiness. You get the picture. That theme is

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I caught up with an old school chum the other day. He was someone I hadn’t seen for over 30 years and he contacted me via Facebook. While he has had his fair share of trials and tribulations, as we all have to greater or lesser degree, it occurred to me what a huge market nostalgia is. Facebook works because we are curious about people from our past, whether they be old school chums, past work colleagues, or ex-partners. We want to see what happened to the people who were in our lives. Have they fared better or worse than

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In 8 months and 20 odd days, I will be 49. I am nearly 50. Half a century old. While I can vaguely see my youth in the rear view mirror, and I remember fondly how well I misspent it, I don’t miss it. Who wants to deal with all that angst and uncertainty and insecurity? Along with greying hair and certain bits and bobs going south, I find that 49 also brings with it wisdom and knowing and peace. You let a lot of things go, because – in the scheme of things – they just don’t matter all

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I admire Maria Shriver. She’s had a tough year, but managed to stay dignified and gracious when her life was turned upside down by betrayal. I can empathise to a certain extent, because I was betrayed by The Italian; however, what Maria must have gone through can only be described as a personal hell, made worse because it was played out in the public domain. For a while there, her pain and misery sold many a tabloid newspaper and gossip magazine. Maria’s appeal – I think – is that she inspires others to live their lives with dignity, grace and

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The original title for this post was 5 Things To Do Before I Die, but I decided against it. This post is about living and embracing life after all, not dying. Well, not yet anyway. So I came up with a new title, which is much more in keeping with the spirit of my intentions. So without further ado, here are 10 things I’d like to either do or achieve in the next 10 years. From where I sit, none of these things can not not be done. All that’s needed is a little chutzpah and a bit of luck.

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When my relationship with The Italian ended five years ago, I was in my early forties and my life as I knew it – and how I thought it was going to be – was over. I had put a lot of time, effort and energy into that relationship because I wanted it to work. I adored The Italian, and thought we would make a life together. Consequently, I made a huge investment in him and Us, and I put Me on hold. I lost friends because his family (which was large and extended) became my social circle. I made

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…and what makes you pull the covers over your head and hope it all goes away? When my relationship with The Italian ended after five years, I was devastated. Heartbroken doesn’t even begin to describe what I felt in the aftermath. I was left with nothing. I had no job, no friends, no life. I had to completely reinvent myself. And part of that process was (please don’t laugh) going to see a life coach. It was a process that was both confronting and enlightening. I discovered more about myself in those few months than I had in, well, forever.

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I am nearly 50 years old (I’m saying this a lot lately, aren’t I?). I have been on this planet for close to half a century. I have seen the birth of Sesame Street, and watched Apollo 11 land on the moon. I have been witness to some of the greatest technological advances humanity has ever known (thus far!). And some of the worst (reality TV comes to mind here). We are more connected than ever before. And in many ways, more isolated. In my 50 years, the gap between rich and poor hasn’t diminished, but in the Western world

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