Routine, baby.

Once again, it has been a while. A lot has happened, but time has passed by so quickly that everything has merged and I couldn't really tell you all about it. It's funny how that happens, but I guess all you can really do is keep living it. That's all you can ask for. Life is simple like that.

Basically work is work, a lot happens, and it happens quick. Sink or swim! Even during quiet periods you struggle to find breathing room, I love it though, because it is literally impossible to get bored. I'm a little confused as to whether I'm happy or sad right now. I'm definitely exhausted, yet some how a little wired - perhaps the fact that it is half 7 in the morning and I'm on my second coffee? Routine baby, I'm getting back in the swing of it.

I've just got back from Europe, four weeks. It's funny how you wait all year for it, that one big trip for the year (if you're lucky enough to get the time off, and have the money saved) and it feels as though you blink, and that's it, you're back at work, back into the usual routine.

I'll say this much, all it took was four weeks off work, and here I am the morning after flying in, awake by 6am, sitting and writing my first blog in almost 6 months. Shit, I cannot believe that it has been that long… Travel truly is a beautiful thing. I'm already planning my next trip, plus a move.

Gotta shake things up a little, keep 'em guessing.

&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.

PS: I wrote this the other week, but forgot to hit post… maybe I should lay off the caffeine… ha. No. Coffee is life.

Plane Talk.

I was in Byron for a wedding a couple weeks ago, absolutely beautiful! I had a lot of time by myself, which I realised after craving it for so long, that it wasn't the same when I wasn't home - I think this is in large to do with my inability to do nothing …seriously, even when watching a movie I'm doing my nails or writing letters etc etc… Here's some notes from the plane ride.

It's funny how things change. I'm a very chilled person, yet life has upped its tempo to a rapid pace, and so - as one needs to - I've adapted. Yet when you get those moments, in which you can finally put your feet up, I become anxious, and it takes me a solid amount of time to adjust and realise it's ok to stop.

It's so important to have balance in life. Part work, part play, part me.

I need to set short term and long term goals. There are a few things I want to tick off before I'm 30. Thirty countries travelled. First apartment (owned). Finish a novel. And smaller interests I want to dabble in: Learn how to home brew. Make soy candles. Infuse my own vodka. Play multiple songs on banjo. Piece together sentences in Spanish…

I need to write more. Do yoga. Play banjo. Learn a language. I need to travel the world. I need to stay up till sunrise. Swim naked in the sea. I need to be shamelessly myself. I need to stop over thinking, and do it. I'm closing in on 30, I need to not second guess who I am. It's ok to be different, in fact it's better than ok, it's fucking brilliant.

You do you, I'll do me.

&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.

Fresh Slate.

Shit you guys, I honestly started writing (and re-writing) this entry in October. OCTOBER! That was four whole months ago, what the hell happened? Well, everything. And I decided to scratch all my previous words and start fresh, it is a new year after all.

2015 has been a ride, positives, negatives… negatives. I'm not one to dwell, but a lot of major events went down, and sometimes you need to reflect on that to gain perspective. So here is my year simplified in one paragraph:

Bridesmaid for my bestie (YAY!); went from hair to my nips, to a number 2 shave raising dem billz for Leukaemia; got made redundant, you'd think this a negative, but surprisingly it wasn't… packed my car and drove around Australia; Got home and dreaded looking for another job in fucking retail, yes, fuck, we are talking retail here. Got an interview for the one job I applied for, positive? Nah, I actually thought this negative, and almost didn't go. Went to interview, got offered a job, took the job, positive, positive, positive… Find out dad has cancer, negative. Exhaust myself staying positive. Seriously, it takes everything out of you… Focused on work, got promotion, positive! Dads first surgery on the primary is successful, positive. Work, all the time - positive (yep, I actually love my job). Celebrate my nieces 1st birthday; Dads second surgery (secondary), successful! POSITIVE!! Just in time for Christmas dad is out of hospital, my American friend is back in Melbourne, and the family is together drinking all the good wine. Fa-la-la-la-la…

When I break it down like that, it looks so simple, but what a fucking ride. My emotions hit a new peak, in which I literally had to switch off, and to my job I am thankful; it was a perfect escape from the emotional banquet the family and I were going through. But basically after the year we had, I'm pretty much convinced my family is an unstoppable force that can get through anything. That said, I look forward to 2016 as a fresh slate - cancer can kiss my butt, to put it sweetly.

So heres to 2016 guys and dolls. Honestly, anything is possible. Just remember to take whatever opportunities present themselves, because life is too fucking short, and time really does move faster with age. It's true, I'm 30 this year, when did that happen?

As for 2015?

Love, kisses, best fucking wishes.

&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.