On Friday, while at a business conference, I learned some very valuable lessons from Janine Allis (yes, THE Janine Allis, founder of Boost Juice and Survivor contestant) and business mentor, Aaron Sansoni: Prepare to fail in business Fail fast and…
Why I’m giving away my piano… for FREE
Today is the New Moon. A few days ago, my healer’s string bracelet from Bali fell off. Then this morning I realised it’s a New Moon so I decided to smudge my home. I’m not interested in rules, so I…
The Wog Myth(s)
Like so many children of migrants, I spent most of my life rejecting my heritage. I was embarrassed by the annual sauce and sausage-making days, and just wanted a burger from the local fish and chip shop where they didn’t…
Not another 30 Day Challenge!
At the start of every year for the past however many, I’ve started a creativity challenge. I mean, who hasn’t? And like most people who make new year’s resolutions (because even a “creativity challenge” is a NY resolution), I quit…
What depression looks like for me
A day doesn’t go by when I’m not thinking about my feelings, my mood, my depression. Actually, it’s rare for an hour to go by when I’m not thinking about my feelings, my mood, my depression. I wonder what it…
Is it just me, or are some people just meant to be alone?
I’ma I haven’t read Henry David Thoreau’s “Waldon” but I’m pretty familiar with it, and its themes. Man goes into the woods for 2 years, 2 months and 2 days to discover life, both internal and external. I went to…
Greetings from Ubud… And why Jeff won’t see an Astrologer…
A post from Ubud, Bali, Indonesia. I came to Bali for the first (and last) time around 30 years ago. Like a lot of people, when I think of Bali, I think of Australian teens on schoolies drunk-a-thons, stupid people…
The House of Horrors
Recently, I told my therapist what I intended to do with my family home once both of my parents are gone. “I’m going to knock it to the ground (maybe I’ll torch it), I’ll sell the land, and never travel…
That time of year (again)
It’s that time of year again when A LOT of us ask ourselves the big question(s), and I’m certainly not immune to that need. What are my goals for next year? Having scraped through yet another shitty year, is it…
Everyone is safe
Three weeks in, three weeks out. Longer now, but I wrote these words, longhand, after I’d been out of hospital three weeks. I’m typing them now, with today’s point of view, so you can’t believe anything. What they don’t tell…