This is where I talk about anything and everything.

So here goes nothing...



Starting a blog is something I think most people under the age of 40 have considered at some point or another. More recently, I've been thinking about it a lot, almost daily. So I thought, now might be the perfect time. This is where I'm supposed to tell you what my blog is going to be about, well surprise, I don't know. So let's just see where it goes. If you like it, stay tuned for more. If I don't like it, well, I'll probably still blog because I paid for a year and I refuse to admit to a bad purchase.

At the end of last year I realised I somehow got stuck in a life that I didn't want. A job that I once loved had become a place I dreaded going to each day. Everyday, something inside me was saying I needed to resign, but I kept dismissing that voice. Some shit went down and I took three days off work for my mental health. I saw a doctor and he told me to have a Powerade and take a nap. Solid advice, Doc. On the second day of my leave, I knew today was the day, I had to get out. So I sent that email, it was as simple as that. I applied for a few jobs, as well as a couple of postgraduate programmes at The University of Auckland. Jobless, I decided to take the plunge and enrol in the Postgraduate Diploma of Public Health and begin my journey to becoming a health promoter. Once again I am temporarily free of the burden that is attached to that innocent question: "So what are you doing at the moment?" Now I can smile and say I'm back at uni and their eyes just glaze over when I get into the specifics. 

This year has been strange, I've reset my goals as well as my spending habits, I've watched all 7 seasons of Gilmore Girls and finally listened to the first 12 episodes of Serial. The only thing that has remained consistent is my desire to wear Nike running tights every. damn. day. I'm predisposed to misfortune so in this short time, two amazing jobs have fallen through, I lost my favourite earring, as well as my notebook that contains virtually my whole life. We adopted a chicken, sometimes it chases me with it's prehistoric looking feet and I feel like crying. Nevertheless, I persevere. There's still a little over 8 months to make sure 2017 is "my year", like everybody else.

I'm aiming to live a life with more experiences and less stuff. I'm recommitting to my goal to run a sub two hour half marathon (I know that's slow to some of you but I'm not that good at running, okay). Most importantly, I'm done with worrying about whether people think I'm cool or not. 

I've completed my first two weeks of uni, and I'm still not sure if I made the right decision. All I know is that before I was closed off to all possibilities and now I'm open to all possibilities. That can't be a bad thing, right?




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