The number 8 has proven to be a curse for me. When the year had the number 8 in it, I would go on to have a horrible time. 2008 was tough and 2018 was even tougher. But then 2023 came along and destroyed that theory. Turns out, if you cut the 8 in half and get the 3, it’ll prove to be the most challenging of all. 2022 didn’t
Well, 2022 ended up being not so bad. Considering how dramatic the past two years were, thankfully, this year was a bit on the boring side. Not because nothing happened. Plenty happened. But it’s probably not even worthy of one of these. But, let’s see what word vomit I can get on this page… this is how I initially wrote the intro to this years roundup. But the last few
“Peaceful and less noisy”, my arse! (Refer to ‘My 2020’ to understand that reference). 2021 ended up being like that part of the rollercoaster where you’ve just done the big drop and loop. The big scary bits are over and done with, but then there’s the last bits, with several twists and sharp turns that catch you off guard, but because the scariest bit is over and done with, you
So the story goes… during my, let’s call it, “clubbing days”, all my fellow patrons, the promoters, the club owners, the producers I worked with, my radio co-host, friends I made along the way, and even relatives, would purely call me ‘Peachy’. Believe it or not, I even had “fans” that would see me out somewhere and gasp, “oh, my God, that’s Ms Peachy”. Good times. It was strange to
Like the rest of Australia, I invested deeply into the Network 9 show, Married at First Sight (MAFS). Hate it or love it, it’s the best, worst show going around. But that’s not why I mention it. I bring it up, because it’s the topic of being with someone who is your type that fascinates me, and its one that often makes its way through the editing process, and then
I went out for breakfast with a friend not long ago, and she spoke about being exhausted. She’s single, late 20s, no kids, and works a very physically demanding job in the medical/health industry. She’s definitely not a party animal, so most of her weekends aren’t exactly spent stumbling into her home at 4am. During this catch up she mentioned how tired she’s been feeling. She stopped herself in her
Well… I’m guessing 99% of the people on this planet would have one heck of a story to tell when it comes to 2020. A story which we will definitely be repeating for many years to come. Mine, sorry not sorry, I think is going to be a lengthy one, filled with a lot of opinion and a lot of realisation. It could probably be done in parts actually. But
There was a meme that went around toward the end of this year stating something along the lines of “the year is almost over, and I just want to say, what the fuck was that?!” I identify with this meme completely and whole-heartedly. I honestly thought this was going to be a banger of a year. But, the voices started… again. I watch a lot of those true crime documentaries
It was so hard getting into the new year. With the craziness of the wedding only a couple of months before, and then coming back from our honeymoon straight into the Christmas period, it was exhausting trying to adjust and find normality. I started to bring forward old memories of always feeling left out and unworthy and unwanted. I’ve never been good enough for people and that memory was beginning
I had a really good feeling about 2017. It was something about the number. My laid-back approach toward work didn’t really last. I became desperate to remove myself from my position. I was becoming exhausted by negative, arrogant and selfish personalities I was serving and working with. I couldn’t be around that environment so often anymore. It drained the positive energy out of me. So, I began speaking more to