Crazy adventures

Black cockatoos

Spontaneous time trials

Caring for friends

Backing away

Being able to shine

Choosing your moment

Fish and chips

Kelpie jumping

Sparkling sunset

Down time with family

Returning to solid

I get to love what I do

I've been given permission to do what I want. 

Imagine, oh surly teenager, all moods and unsureness and trying to hide your pure heart. You've worked hard for this, you've been handed the keys to the car. One of many dream cars. Haters gonna hate. The ones who can't drive are the worst, telling you all the reasons they think you can't do it as well as they could. The ones who can just diss your sweet ride because it's different to their Mum's which they've been forced to tolerate all this time. They'll try to make you forget.

Just turn the key and drive away. Leave their whining to fall away in the wind whipping through your hair and listen instead to the roar of the engine. The river, the ocean, this land knows who you are.

Do what you love. Be who you are. Sing loudly along with the radio, just to rub it in.

A new year

A perfect night

The breeze from the ocean

The pale pink sunset over the river glimpses

Walking

Family

Food

Surviving

This is what my year sounded like

Thanks for being in my thoughts

































just ask me

I don't take it for granted, sometimes.

I left my phone at my sister's house. I don't have a landline. Bro-in-lo Facebook pm'd me whilst I iMessage'd them. Computers are very cool. Technology is such a seamless part of life.

Grateful to live in the land of plenty.

Payroll forgot to pay me for 150 hours over the last two payslips. I still got by with a buffer, despite considerable angst. I remember days in the past when I couldn't pay my power bill every single time and had to scramble to get a shift or a daily. Grateful for gainful employment and a steady (when they don't delete my contract by accident) income. This week was epic, massive hours, but I got to have a lot of fun, and they call it "work". A turning point in my year here. A new home, new space, new life. It's happening.

I can dance, even if it's not on telly

Onya Oz for voting in our best dancer as our favourite:


Also, this:

Dancing around the kitchen in my uggs is good enough for me! Poppin'!

I just want to say, I feel great

Clarification

Jogging his memory

Closure


A new dream
of you.