everything else. – Too Fat To Skinny Dip

new year, who you?

I can’t remember the last time I could breathe. Breathe. The simplest necessity of life. Yes, I took in oxygen for the purpose of, well, not dying, but not to live. I just needed enough air to get me through. After a tumultuous 2021, I had high hopes for what 2022 was going to bring…
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smoke & mirrors.

I’m a runner. Very much not of the athletic kind, wine run maybe? When things get hard or overwhelming, I struggle to compartmentalise and rationalise things in my mind. It can all be too much. I’ve mentioned before I feel things deeply – A blessing and a curse, a great and a not so great…
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you’re the shit.

When is that last time you told someone, you appreciate them? More so showed them. Do you let people know when you appreciate them or when you are grateful? Or expect them to just know? Like we are all mind readers (no offense to actual mind readers). We often skimp on gratitude and appreciation, at…
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this is me.

“I am brave, I am bruised, I am who I meant to be, this is me. Look out ’cause here I come…” Things happen, life changes you. They say people don’t change. They do. Maybe not their core values but experience definitely can’t have some form of impact. If you don’t grow, experience, learn –…
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perception on perception.

Fucking perception. I’m not a fan of the word. Or should I say I’m not a fan of my perception of perception – hold tight I feel this one will confuse us all! The definition of perception; the way you think about or understand someone or something; the ability to understand or notice something easily;…
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washing line.

Hanging out the washing this afternoon it was hard not to notice the variety of what was being hung. Small Elmo pajamas, country road jumpers, basketball bibs, work shorts. Undies that take 10 pegs, undies that take 2. It got me thinking… I am not really a fan of the whole hanging out of the…
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recovering arsehole.

Yesterday I was told we have a toxic office environment and I am a big part of the reason. My initial reaction is shock, a few tears and then rolls in the overanalyzing, overthinking… replaying all interactions, the self-doubt, throw in some anger. Sure, I can be a bitch from time to time but Toxic?…
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the lost years.

The last two and a half years have given more to the authors of history books than it has to the writers of diaries. Decades from now scholars will have a wealth of material for their accounts of this pivotal time, but when the people who lived through it look back on the timelines of…
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one world.

It baffles me the world we’re currently living in. I don’t even think baffles is the right word? Flummox? Astound? Discombobulate? Whatever…. I really really really could have never foreseen that I would deem freedom sipping a latte in a takeaway cup while perusing the grocery isles, not having to reapply makeup after every mask…
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my new old hat.

I bought this hat about a year ago. Needed a decent hat, cost me $140, size2xl because – ya know, big brain. Now I don’t know what sort of Jimmy Neutron, Beavis and Butthead, StewieGriffin type would be in to this females Me & The Brave wide brim tanfedora because I’m thinking these are the…
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