Being The Story
I ran into someone who last saw me before I went through the biggest war of my life. I had to think about how to tell my story.
Finding home & a sense of belonging within shifting identity politics of geography, region, language, politics, ideologies and culture.
I ran into someone who last saw me before I went through the biggest war of my life. I had to think about how to tell my story.
This December I passed a milestone in my life and quit alcohol altogether. I am part of a culture that has mixed messages about alcohol & gender.
The month of love is almost at end and I’ve managed to not even look at this blog. That characterises how I’ve been. I have been very busy doing things I’m generally known for (writing, performing, organising, scheduling, worrying) and spending nothing at all on things that I am. I never…
I don’t like being in other people’s homes. Does that make me a homebody?
I think being right in life is often about being the most stubborn. Hang in there long enough and you’ll see yourself being proven right. And wrong. All things happen in some measure and it’s hard to quantify exactly how much of what you predicted came true.
What does falling in love feel like? I don’t remember. I’m not talking about sex. I’m talking about the compromises people make for companionship.
IdeaSmith is a persona, a story I tell. It’s not fake. But it’s presented with bits taken from my life that suit that narrative. An edit.
Alter who you think you are. Who is that? Find out and your skin will fit.
I want to write something simply because the topmost post on this blog for too long now, has been a painful memory that victimised me. I am not actually dwelling in the past. The present has had me too caught up to even think about the future, let alone the…
Everyone I know is on a treadmill. I wish I knew more people like me. The ones that tried getting off it.