Epiphanies and Priorities

There is something hypnotic about a butterfly on the highway. They completely disregard the oncoming cars, fluttering about in that frivolous, aimless style that appears as though practical aerodynamics is the furthest thing from their mind. They look so blithe from a bystander’s point of view. But when you’re hurtling towards them at 110km an hour, that clueless, carefree fluttering suddenly takes on a rather panicked vibe.

You barely have enough time to watch their swift approach and ponder their awareness of the situation before they bounce over your windscreen, swept away in the tumultuous airstream of your obnoxiously indifferent car. I like to believe that most survive and quickly forget the encounter, choosing instead to continue their quest for flowers while philosophising over the future of Butterfly Society and the perplexing point of their brief existence on Earth.

A girl can dream.

Anyway, I had an epiphany of sorts on the road trip I just took. I say epiphany, but it was more of an age-old realisation that you only live today once. Which is something people have recognised for a very long time, but it was useful to put things into perspective and do a bit of attitudinal readjusting again.

Basically, the conclusion I came to was this:


And not in the half-hearted sense of, “yeah, why not? I’ll give it a go.” But in the whole-hearted sense of, “this is what I want to do. This is what I need to do to get there.” And if I don’t end up exactly where I intended to be, at least I can say I gave it my best, and who knows? Maybe the proactive choices I plan to make now will take me in wonderful new directions that I hadn’t even considered before.

Of course, it’s all very well to decide to commit seriously to your goals, but knowing what you want is sometimes easier said than done. I guess it is important to be flexible, and to keep your options open in order to best prepare for change. I feel there’s a difference between being persistently determined and foolishly stubborn.

In a wave of near unprecedented motivation, I stayed up late devising (admittedly ambitious) plans and making lists. Despite being completely irrelevant to anyone else, here is a peek into the life goals of a barely grown up, barely organised, barely certain 23 year old girl.

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Anyhow, here’s to dreams, however achievable they may be.



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More Scribbles

Aaand a few more for the road. I’ve stopped fighting it. I’ve joined the selfie bandwagon now. Though I seem to have made myself look vaguely evil… Oops.

This one is inspired, in part, by the incredible imaginations I encountered on field experience this term. Children have such a wonderful way of viewing the world.

Pip, prepare the time machine! Squeak, fetch my red cape! Harvey, you manage the maps!

Adventure Awaits!!!


And here are the raws for the previous post.


Y’all have a good week, okay?

Warm regards,



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What Year Is It?

Hello. Yes. Not dead. How are we all? Alive? Excellent! It is, by default, the best and only way in which to live and be.

I emerge after some months of hiding as less of an enlightened butterfly and more of a bewildered moth blinking in the glare of unexpected freedom. Do moths even blink? Do they have eyes? I don’t know. The point is that it has been an intensive few months, and now here we all are again, sipping tea and sharing tales of our respective travels throughout the world.

Between field experience as a primary school teacher and avoiding everyone due to some twisted sense of logic that made sense at the time, I’ve basically just spent a lot of hours in the grocery store feeling overwhelmed by the range of products I don’t think anyone really needs.

But, semester one is behind us now and I can safely conclude that if I succeed in becoming a teacher, I will never be bored. Kids really do say the darndest things. In reading a story to my prep class (aged 4-5), we came across the word ‘brumby’. And after explaining that a brumby was a wild horse without an owner, the questions that followed ranged from, ‘do they eat people?’ to ‘do they have legs?’

And no, they don’t eat people. And yes. They have legs.

Here are Pip and Squeak, back with not so much a bang as a fizzle and a pop. Sometimes I wonder what they get up to when I’m not around.


I’m about to embark on an epic road trip adventure with my sister, so I won’t post for a while. [What?! But Kate, you’re posts are usually so frequent and punctual! O.O] Fear not. I’ll return… if not soon, then eventually!

In the meantime, Bump of Chicken are a Japanese alternate/rock band that remind me of Of Monsters and Men. Here is a music video. You can watch it if you like. Or you can get on with your day. I don’t mind. It’s up to you.

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Selfies And Society and Assignments and Stuff

Having spent all last week with a class full of overly excitable four-to-five year olds, there was little time for university assignments, let alone blogging. Luckily I have such an effective strategy for success.


I am confused by ‘The Selfie’.

If you are confident with your appearance, that is wonderful. If you’re feeling particularly attractive today and want to share, then go ahead. If you want to provoke emotions, sure, produce a selfie filled with deep, meaningful intent. Perhaps you’re having fun with the camera and hope an audience will experience the same delight. Maybe you want to document an occasion, connecting you forever to a specific moment in time, and a photo serves that purpose perfectly well.

What I’m confused by are the selfies that lie. And by lie, I mean present themselves as something they’re not. The photos that flood social media, captioned along the lines of “dinner with grandma!”, when all they really show are close-ups of the photographers, who are striking the same pose that they have in countless photos before.

It’s not my business what people do with their time or what they choose to share, but after seeing so many of these seemingly irrelevant photos I do start to wonder why? Why do we share image after image of ourselves? Is it a status things? Is it to remind people that we exist? Are we so insecure about ourselves that we need others to reassure us with supportive comments and ‘likes’?

I suspect that it is all of those things. And probably more.

A sense of identity does not form by itself, but through our understanding of everything else. We are only tall because others are small. Clearly, a ‘selfie’ is an image of our self. A snapshot of who we are. And when cast out into the void of cyberspace, it holds the potential to yield public response.

So really, the selfie acts as a simple, almost instantaneous means of gauging our position in society and comparing ourselves to everyone and everything else. Context, my friends! Context shapes how we perceive the world. And since the world is saturated with media telling us how we should be and how we should act (often in contradictory and  unachievable ways), I guess it’s only natural that people would seek regular feedback on themselves.

I recently read that a young fellow was so concerned with his self-image that he grew addicted to taking photos of himself. He was so desperate to capture a picture that he was satisfied with that eventually, upon realising the picture would never be perfect, he tried to take his own life. Of course this is an extreme case, but it does highlight one of the points I’m trying to make. At what point does self-image become so important that it controls how people live their life?! O.O

Anyway, seriousness aside, I suppose blog posts are a bit like selfies too.

Here is my most recent selfie. Yeah baby. Who wouldn’t be jealous of this hot bod?! The camera loves me.
#mood-lighting #sexy #hashtagsareweird #dinnerwithgrandma

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Please like this in order to validate my self-worth.

Peace and fairy lights,


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Have a good week. :)


Happy (Belated) Valentines Day

As some of you may be aware, I like to keep up with the times.


My friends and I were gathered around the dining table, drinking tea and chatting casually about love and life. The conversation eventually turned to my own capricious endeavours, and one friend remarked that she felt quite awful for the poor lad who ever fancied me. When I asked why, she said that he’d never know where he stood, and I would be too lackadaisical to realise what was ever going on. Everyone else agreed that I could quite easily arrive at my own wedding, probably late, still wondering how I got there and whether the groom thought he’d made a mistake.

I considered everyone’s input for a minute, and then, in my best Mr T impression, said, “I pity the fool”, before returning to my tea and wondering how many cats I’d need to buy to compensate for what will apparently  be a solitary existence.

I’m thinking maybe seven.

In other news, life is actually going remarkably well and I feel like I’ve made the right decisions with this whole education gig. I should be a qualified primary school teacher this time next year. If all goes to plan anyway, and I hope that it will.

Have a good week everyone! Be back soon!


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That Awkward Moment


Life can be embarrassing. And embarrassing moments can stay with you for a very long time. Perhaps they were so cringe-worthy that they’re impossible to forget. Or perhaps you have friends so amused by an incident that they make sure it’s remembered forever, in order to preserve its full comedic value for the generations still to come. Whatever the reason for embarrassments lingering on, I think it’s important to look back on them and smile. Because if something is embarrassing, chances are that it is funny. And funny is good.

I have done everything I could possibly do to avoid my mountainous load of assignments, which is why I’ve returned here to procrasta-blog again. I expect you’ll be seeing more of me now.

Keep it secret. Keep it safe.


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