By Samantha Papesch
I scream, you scream… and it’s only the start of the silly season.
If your chest is beginning to tighten at the impending volume of festivities, it’s time to stop, breathe, and prioritise.
I scream, you scream… and it’s only the start of the silly season.
If your chest is beginning to tighten at the impending volume of festivities, it’s time to stop, breathe, and prioritise.
Anyone who’s heard the song ‘Hard to say I’m sorry’ by Chicago is unlikely to forget the opening line:
“Everybody needs a little time away, I heard her say, from each other.”
For me, this 80’s ballad is top of mind.
I’ve taken a road trip for work, and as I write this, I’m perched in a hotel room located just a few hours away from home. It’s nothing flash, just a standard space with the basic amenities.
Dinner time. It was a favourite part of my day when I was growing up.
At 6pm every workday evening, a ‘supper-time symphony’ would occur in my family home. Dad would walk through the front door, Mum would sing out “up to the table”, and my brother and I would race each other furiously to our chairs. Continue reading
“By 2050 it’s estimated that the weight of plastic in our oceans will exceed the weight of fish” ~ Ellen MacArthur Foundation
Last week I lost my favourite water bottle. I was gutted.
When it happened, I was holidaying in Queensland with my family and friends on a warm and sunny afternoon. We were at a theme park, and I was high on the excitement of the waterslides; playing in the pools with my kids, and having a really awesome time.
“Blessed are they who have the gift of friends, for it is one of God’s best gifts” ~ Thomas Hughes
I can’t quite believe it, but my daughter turned eight last week. When she was born everyone said “time will go so quickly, don’t forget to enjoy her”. They weren’t wrong. It just feels like yesterday I was stroking her precious cheeks, in teary awe at the beautiful creation before me.
At Christmastime in 1917, a speciality store in Kansas City, U.S.A. ran out of red, white, green, and holly embellished tissue sheets (sold as gift wrap).
The owners of the store were brothers, J.C. and Rollie Hall who improvised by bringing in French decorative ‘envelope lining paper’ from the manufacturing plant of their greeting cards. It sold out so quickly they decided to produce their own sheets, and this marked the beginning of the modern-day gift wrap industry.
“Minimalism is the intentional promotion of the things we most value, and the removal of everything that distracts us from it. It requires a conscious decision because it is a countercultural lifestyle” ~ Joshua Becker
The other day, I realised something remarkable. For the better part of 12 months, I’ve had a considerable amount of freedom to do the things I love, despite the fact that it’s been my busiest year ever.
This isn’t a story about how I lost weight. And, it’s not a tale lamenting the reasons I’ve let myself go. Instead, it’s a blog about letting go of the weight of my body issues.
As I write this, I’m on guard. My (almost) eight year old daughter keeps looking over my shoulder, curious to read my screen.
It’s her at the centre of my thoughts.
Toilet paper. Not something I ever imagined blogging about, but on this occasion I can’t hold back.
Don’t worry. I’m not about to draw you into a scrunch or fold debate, or try and convince you there’s a right way to hang the roll (there is), I’m here to share that there’s a new kid in town, and it’s kicking butt.
A few years ago my best friend’s stepdad passed away. It was a sad and difficult time, but there was a silver lining – I was in New Zealand when it happened, and I was on hand to offer my love and support.
What came as surprise though, was that after all the years of knowing my best friend, I struggled to find the right way to comfort her in this situation.