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You’re Never Wasting Time Finding the Right Way Home

On September 3, 2020 at 9:21am I received the phone call I had been dreaming about for over 8 years. Your permanent resident visa has been granted. GRANTED. I was officially in my forever home: Australia🇦🇺 The weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders. It was official. Australia is my home. Let me be honest, there was never an option that Australia … Continue reading You’re Never Wasting Time Finding the Right Way Home

Australia, The Next Chapter

What can I say about Australia? To the date of this post, I’ve traveled: – 14,800 km (9,200 miles) by car – 387 km (241 miles) by foot – visited 4 of the 6 Australian States (New South Wales, Queensland, Northern Territory, South Australia, Victoria) -Driven the Pacific Coast Route from Sydney, NSW to Cairns, Queensland, Overlanders Way, Explorers Way, Red Centre Way, 3/4 of the Great Southern Way, and Great … Continue reading Australia, The Next Chapter

THE RIGHT BEGINNING

I have three beginnings for my WIP (work in progress) that I’m calling Goliath. (This is not the real title, it’s just that it’s my Goliath, my Mount Everest as I said in my post “Following Your Joy”.) I’ve been struggling with which one would be the best beginning for this novel. I have written and scraped, rewritten and re-scraped, and put this process on repeat more times than I should have. Continue reading THE RIGHT BEGINNING

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Fuck Everything & Become a Pirate

This picture is how I feel about life in general right now.

FUCK EVERYTHING AND BECOME A PIRATE.

That was on the back of a menu at a fabulous bar/restaurant in Bondi in Australia and I for the life of me cannot remember the name of the bar/restaurant but I also took the other photo below there too because 1) the served Sailor Jerry Rum 2) who doesn’t like tequila when they’re getting their festive on and 3) it says Merry Fuckin Christmas.

The only way that message would have been topped was if it had said: Merry Fuckin Christmas Y’all. Continue reading Fuck Everything & Become a Pirate

Songs of My Life: September 2014

September kicked off my 8 month lock down. Debt being paid off. Money being saved. All in 8 months. Final destination: ACHIEVING DREAM. So naturally the Universe gifted me songs that kept me focused on my 8 month target. Gave me songs that inspired me to keep pursuing my dream. Gave me songs that motivated me. Gave me songs that lifted me. Gave me songs … Continue reading Songs of My Life: September 2014

If You Can’t Stop Thinking About It, Don’t Stop Working For It.

This quote could not hold better advice for any dreamer out there. Such a simple statement, but so much truth in 12 words. First, I have to thank Karen Peace (follow her on Twitter or Facebook) for posting this on her Instagram because it just strengthened my belief and motivation that the goals I set for myself in 8 months are right. Not that I have/had a doubt … Continue reading If You Can’t Stop Thinking About It, Don’t Stop Working For It.

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I Know Where the Sidewalk Begins

If eternity is measured by memories treasured in the hearts of loved cities and friends…Then Shel surely knows that he lives as he goes to the The Place Where The Sidewalk Ends. – Sullins Stuart This piece of concrete etched with those words lays outside of one of my favorite churches: St Paul’s Episcopal Church. I’ve never been in the church. I just stand outside … Continue reading I Know Where the Sidewalk Begins

Trying to Reason with the Hurricane Season

There’s always something we’re trying to reason with: family, friends, lovers, kids, pets, coworkers, etc. Those are all the outward things we try to reason with. What about the inward things. Thoughts, feelings, emotions, etc. What about that battle one faces every day with the image staring back at them in the mirror. How do you reason with yourself? Lately, I’ve been in a mood. … Continue reading Trying to Reason with the Hurricane Season