Mediations on Meditation: Part 2

If you didn’t read part 1, go have a look here; but in short, I am meditating now. Look, I didn’t INTEND to buy a full year subscription to the Headspace app. On the purchase screen it said something about $12 a month, and I thought gosh, that’s good value innit, I’d pay that for…

Meditations on Meditation: Part 1

Earlier this year I read Lost Connections by Johann Hari. It’s very good and I loved it and not JUST because there are celebrity endorsements on the cover. It’s all about the “real” causes of depression, and look, I know I should probably be dubious of anything that claims to be the “real” truth because…

Foot Fetish

Years ago I wrote about getting a massage and how I definitely fell in love with my masseuse and planned a whole life together before the session ended and I promptly lost interest. It turns out that blogging is wonderful for one’s self-awareness, because I am now Aware that that exact scenario happens constantly to…

Grooming for the modern woman

It wasn’t until after lunch on Wednesday that I realised I’d pushed my “meh, I’ll just wash my hair tomorrow” mantra a step too far. My hair had formed two distinct and unique factions, and they were at war atop my head. My fringe was greasy and had formed thick strands, looking like I’d dumped…

The Sniffles

Sunday. Woke up. Sick. Properly sick. I tried to sip water. Nope. My throat was tighty-rolled sandpaper and the pathetic dribble of water felt like a very large brick. My ears ached too, but on the inside. How can ears hurt? It seems illogical. But they throbbed, and I felt like I could hear a…

Beautiful Day, Isn’t It?

I remember when I was young and my mother mentioned that grownups talked about the weather to make small talk. "What about the weather?" "Oh, just what it was doing, what it might do later." It seemed... unfathomable. As a child, my hobbies were completing jigsaw puzzles, reading books, eating vast amounts of nutella, and…

Regularly scheduled programming

I slide into the booth, trying to untangle my sunglasses from my hair with one hand while I unbutton my coat with the other. “Sorry!” I say, “I know I’m late, but I’ve been hungover as balls for two days and couldn’t get anywhere near my blog, I could only face bad movies and deep…

Dread over heels

When I wake up in the morning, I am in a state of foggy confusion for the first hour. I shuffle from room to room, arbitrarily picking things up and putting them down again, wincing if my flatmates speak louder than a whisper. I think it is my body’s way of managing to stay almost-asleep…

Seeking person of skill to help me build my invention

My mother drives us to the mall. She parks the car somewhere. Hours later we emerge, blinking into the sun, shopping bags hooked in our elbows, feeling vaguely queasy from both the foodcourt buffet and at the idea of the credit card bill. The half hour search for the car begins. I trail behind her,…