How I Feel About My Life Now

Saturday afternoon. Late. Like 5ish. I roll over in bed at the dregs of my nap, gaze out my bedroom, straight into the lounge. Glowsticks in place. Non-alcoholic wine lining the fridge. A drizzle outside to rinse out the Florida air. In two hours, my friends will be here, filling my apartment with noise. I’m ready. When Savvy and I wrote our end-of-year blog post … Continue reading How I Feel About My Life Now

How to Travel in London (When You Hate London)

So here is the issue, I don’t hate London. But crowds, small places like tube stations, and stressed/busy environments make me mildly anxious. London is one of the greatest cities in the world. Actually this is an issue that I’ve heard a lot over the past few years. People agree that yes, London is amazing but that to be honest, I hate London, I can’t stand London, … Continue reading How to Travel in London (When You Hate London)

Changing What I Don’t Like About Myself

She’s got a coffee in hand so obviously she wants to stay longer but her car keys are also in her hand so maybe I should wrap up this conversation and set her free except if she wants to keep talking and stay in this conversation, then I’m up for that too except now she’s glanced over my shoulder and yep, she wants out. I’m … Continue reading Changing What I Don’t Like About Myself

Getting Locked Out of My Room

Legit, it was because of popcorn. I’m watching a movie—Confessions of a Shopaholic, I am not ashamed—in bed with a bowl of popcorn at my side when I realize something. The popcorn does not have enough seasoning. You know that powdered white cheddar stuff? Oh yes. I bring the cinema experience home. I dart out into the kitchen, sprinkle some more on, and then head … Continue reading Getting Locked Out of My Room

When I Went to a Burlesque Show

So I have a habit of putting myself in compromising situations. Not bad situations although that happens too. But the kind of situations where my moral barometer suddenly becomes muddied. Case in point! Picture me. Your average churchgirl minus the coffee addiction (cough, cough, Savvy). I’m at uni and my friend invites me to a burlesque show. Which is flattering because it shows that she … Continue reading When I Went to a Burlesque Show

I Am (Not) a Victim

My last blog post, I wrote about anxiety and how I had struggled and still struggle with it. I realized, as I received positive feedback from friends and family about my honesty, that I have shared more in writing than speaking. There are so many reasons why. Firstly, writing is easier. You can refine your delivery and polish up your words. With speaking, in face-to-face human … Continue reading I Am (Not) a Victim

Burnt-out Girl

Photo by our favourite photographer, Jess Mcghie We asked Brooke to write about anything she wanted (we gave her free reign as she is my-Savvy’s-sister) and this is what she came up with: Before I chose to pursue my own relationship with Christ outside of my religious family and church background, I bought into the concept of self-love, self-care, and self-esteem. I would train to see myself … Continue reading Burnt-out Girl