10 July – 2010-2019

How do you think we’ll define this decade when we look back at it in the future? What descriptive term will we use to name 2010 – 2019?


How exactly are we defining this decade? Are we talking 2005 – 2015. Or 2010 -2019?? If it’s the latter, shouldn’t we be asking this question in a few more years, rather than trying to predict the future?

At the moment, I would be defining this decade as the decade of
‘Lolspeak’, the decade of selfies, but most importantly, social media.

25 June – Comments of Blog Posts Past

Do you ever go back and re-read the comments on old posts? Dive into your archive and talk about the comments on an old post today.

Strangely enough, the only time I look at comments, is when I get a notification that somebody has commented and I have to approve them.

Last night I discovered there are things called spam comments… SPAM COMMENTS?!? How the hell does that work?? Although, I realised that there were a couple in there that didn’t really seem like spam… so I approved them just to be sure.

I was just reading through a series of comments regarding a blog hop – I couldn’t understand it a few months again, but now that I’ve re-read it a couple of times, and actually seen an example, I kinda get it now… I might have to look into it further down the track – the question is… who do I ask to put on the blog hop??

Daily Prompt – Futures Past

As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? How close or far are you from that vision?

Well, let’s just put it this way, as a 31yr old, I still have no fucking idea what I want to be when I grow up…
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Feb 13: Ten Years From Now

What do you think you’ll be doing 10 years from now on February 13, 2023?

Have I told you before how much I dislike these type of prompts?


Well, first of all, ten years from now I’ll be *gulp* 41. Oh god, that number just doesn’t even register. I can barely come to terms with the fact that I’ve already passed 30. In my mind I’m still 28 / 29. I never managed to get a handle on the fact that I turned 30, and just as I was beginning to accept it, BOOM, suddenly I’m 31.

Sometimes I wish that my life was like Jennifer Garner’s, in the movie Suddenly 30 where she’s a kid growing up in the 80’s (like I did) but then makes a wish and wakes up and is, literally, suddenly 30, and has no idea what to do.

But then she goes back to being a child again… and sometimes I really wish that I could do that – wake up and be a child again – living in the country, being bullied every day, hating school and spending my time going to dance class, riding my BMX, and swimming down at the local town dam… I was a bit feral as a kid.

But none of that is possible. I’m 31 and I just have to accept it, as uncomfortable as it may make me feel… but I’m sorry, the thought of being 41, is just too much. I can barely process the concept of turning 35.

I just need to live in the present, and try not to focus on the future, well, at least not my age in the future. I’ll no doubt find myself on this day in ten years time still thinking of myself as a 31-year old instead. Thinking about how I’ve completely wasted my life and how I have nothing to show for it.

I can see it now… 41 and failing at life. #fail #failingatlife



Daily Prompt: I Did it My Way

Describe the one decision in your life where you wish you could get a “do-over.” Tell us about the decision, and why you’d choose to take a different path this time around.

how on earth am I supposed to pick just one event in my life, when so much of my life I wish I could do-over??

I think ultimately, if I could, then I would get into dancing at a younger age, and begin with Jazz and Ballet… then when I get to year 10, I’d want to leave school to go live interstate and dance full-time.

When I was in high-school I actually reached a point where I began looking into tuition fees for performing arts high-schools in Sydney, and even full-time dance schools and their junior school programme…

…needless to say, nothing ever eventuated from it. Oh how I wish I could’ve gone to a performing arts school, or even better, a proper dance school.

That would have been the pinnacle decision in my life that would have changed everything. Once I made that choice, then everything else in my life would end up being completely different. The friends I have, the experiences I’ve had, the places I’ve lived, the boys I’ve dated, the happiness, the sadness, the fun, the pain – it would all be so completely different. I probably wouldn’t even be living in Melbourne. I would have completely different jobs. I might only have one job, rather than two. I probably would have traveled all over the world dancing, and being paid to do something that truly resonates within me down to the core.

But, until somebody can actually invent time-travel, we can’t spend our lives living in the past, hanging onto regrets, because it achieves nothing and gets you nowhere. Perhaps I make all the mistakes in this life, so that when I come back in my next life, I can do it all the way I should have done things in the first place.



Daily Prompt: The Luckiest People

Who was the first person you encountered today? Write about him or her.

The very first person I encountered today (well, technically it’s yesterday because I’m writing this today which is technically tomorrow)…. was a girl at the gym.

I would certainly call her a friend – we see each other a couple of times a week and always end up talking for ages.

I actually met her at the gym last year, and we seemed to get along quite well from the beginning. She has a very similar sense of humour to me, so it was no surprise that we got along so well so soon.

She’s one of those people I’d like to hang out with more in a social sense, rather than just seeing each other when we do at the gym. I would much prefer to hang out and get to know people from the gym in a social setting, and actually get to know them, rather than just talking about gym stuff all the time.

The problem is, that having the time to actually socialise is a challenge in itself.

Whenever I see her at the gym, her face lights up and wants me to just stay and talk to her for the rest of the night.. even after class when I’ve gotta go home and have dinner, she’s usually pleading with me to stay and hang out with her to keep her company. It’s sweet, and sometimes I wish I could.