As I’ve mentioned before, a writer’s homework is reading.
Since moving to Australia, I made the conscious decision to incorporate more Australian literature into my homework routine. This also doubles as a measure of my cultural competency: where once I used to trip over “textas” and “trackie dacks,” I’ve now mastered many of Australia’s colloquialisms. (I think) thats a good thing.
At the recommendation of one of my housemates, I dove into Jennifer Down’s Our Magic Hour, an aerial view of life after loss.
In an exchange between the protagonist, Audrey, and her partner, Nick, Audrey is scolded with a hard-hitting metaphor:
“Your religion is other people’s happiness. It’s absurd.”
Yes, this post is inspired by a Justin Bieber song and no, I’m not sorry.
A few months ago I posted this photo–cheekily captioned “Love your self(ie)”–to Instagram:
It’s that time of year when graduation photos, expressions of gratitude, and congratulatory commentary from friends and family flood social media. It truly is an exciting time: that final payout and payoff after years of hard work, study, and mayyybe a bit of party, too.
While scrolling through my Facebook feed the other day, I noticed a few comments that, although different in verbiage, were similar in flavour:
“Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.”
I was instantly irked.
Why are we so afraid of growing up? At what point does the flip switch and we quit yearning for independence and start lamenting about responsibility?
With seven days to go in this 31-day challenge, we are officially on the home stretch!
Today I want to talk about fierce females. And if Queen Bey is the first woman who came to mind for you, bonus high fives. However, I’ve decided not to dive into the painful and profound beauty that is Lemonade because I’m not convinced anyone wants to hear me fangirl all over the blog for 500+ words. (If you do, though, say the word and I 1,000% will.)
No, today I’m talking about fierce females in general. Chances are you know one. Chances are you are one.
Other than a quick outing on Saturday to watch the Tigers crank out a win at the G (and try out some new footy slang), my weekend has been All Work and (Almost) No Play. I’ve been perched in front of my computer for so many hours that it seems the keyboard has become a physical extension of my own two hands.
Between bouncing from client files to passion projects to school work and back to client files (with a bit of sleep sprinkled in), I became rather unexpectedly nostalgic for a weekly instalment I wrote during my jrwritesthings days of yore. I called it: This Thursday’s Thought.
I’m sure the name speaks for itself, but to clarify: every Thursday I’d write a post similar in flavour and style to what I’ve been publishing for the past twenty-three (!) days. I drew inspiration from everyone and everywhere; as I did, the way I consumed and experienced the world around me shifted.
When you look hard enough, we are surrounded by stories.
Today I’ve decided to share one of my personal favourite Thursday Thoughts. You might call it a cop-out, but I call it recycling – digital eco-friendliness, if you will.