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 be called by my birth name. Now that I think about it, did half of those people even know my real name? Besides the point…
I associate the name a lot with all those people and all those good times up in Bourke Street’s Korova and TFU nightclubs, and then later, at Sorry Grandma; just some of my old stomping grounds I never paid to enter. Yeah, I’m bragging. What? I was cool once. Fight me!

I got the name half by accident, half influenced by my MySpace name. Allow me to delve in a little deeper into this story.

During the MySpace age, VideoEzy was also in existence. For the kids playing at home, we used to have to borrow our movies and shows, way before Netflix. And MySpace was the best social media site at the time, too. Got it? Cool. Let’s continue…

My brother and I spent a lot of Friday and Saturday nights at VideoEzy, looking for movies to watch. As I walked down one of the aisles, I saw a movie called Georgia Peach. It referred to the state of Georgia in the USA and for those who don’t know, they call it “The Peach State”. I don’t know why, man. Just google it or something.
So, I thought I’d be cool, and changed my name to Georgia Peach on the social media site. I must have been 16 or 17 years old at the time.
Side, slash, funny story: I actually googled the movie years later to see what exactly it was, and some porno star came up instead. Ha! Anyway…
So then I became the legal age and started to go clubbing, and if you’re a weekly club goer, you make friends. Lots and lots of friends. Because you see the same faces all the time, especially if you went to the same clubs.
In case you were interested, at peak Peachy time, it was Q-Room Thursday’s, Korova Friday’s, and Platform 1 and then TFU on Saturday’s. Sometimes we’d spice it up and go elsewhere, but they were the first walls I slapped (if you went, you know what I mean by that). I even carried the name over into my short but sweet music career.
Okay, get to the point, Georgia…
It didn’t really become Ms Peachy until well into 2009, when I started doing radio. My co-host on HouSeductive Radio, every Friday night on SYN FM, (that wasn’t a plug. I’m no longer on radio. It’s a sensitive topic) added the Ms when he first included me to his show. I told him the exact story I just told you, and just like that, it became Ms Peachy. Hence, the former Instagram handle, and the former sub-name thingy on Facebook. It’s also my Snapchat and Twitter name, but I’ll be deleting those soon.
It caught on. Especially with my “hit single” We Are Here playing around the clubs in Melbourne, it was so easy to just be called Ms Peachy. It’s the Sacha Fierce to Beyoncé, and Ziggy Stardust to David Bowie. It even caught on at my part-time job at the time. Shout out to my MPM-ers! Alright, I really need to move on…

So you see, anyone that came along from 2009 onward, I would introduce myself or be introduced as Peachy before they were told Georgia. These people I met, would go on to hurt me, or be long term friends I still speak to today. Heck, some of them still call me Peachy.
Peachy resonates around a time of a lot of growth for me. Though, every single person continues to learn something new about themselves and the world around them no matter the time, there is always an era in your life that comes with a bit of baggage. Despite, Ms Peachy never being a negative thing for me, it’s also no longer who I am.
When I think Ms Peachy, I think, clubbing, boys I hooked up with, girlfriends that hurt me, boys that hurt me, friends I made, the freedom I felt when I was on a dance floor or at a dance music festival, the late nights and early mornings, being surrounded by party drugs and being so proud to say, I never touched one. The list goes on. I have no regrets. I had so much fun, even with tears in nightclub bathrooms, or when I hit that talk button to do my thing on the radio, Ms Peachy served her purpose and I will forever be grateful for her. But she’s done.

So, what’s the point of this article? I’m here to say, you can let go now. Every few years your life takes you through a different cycle of purpose. You’re going through what you’re going through, whether a pleasant journey or not, because that’s the lesson at the time. The lesson then comes with experience, and with experience comes wisdom in knowing what to expect, and how to deal should the lesson reoccur.

As kids, we don’t realise that what’s happening right now won’t actually last forever. We literally think the world is going to end when a problem arises, such as a friend no longer talking to you. Then our 20’s come along and we think we know it all, and that we know what we’re doing, but we have no clue. I’m only just starting my 30’s, and I’m sure when I get to my 40’s, I’ll have a thing or two to say about the previous decade. But these years of life do come with one thing in common; we just ain’t the same person we were before. Whether it’s your style of clothing, or the company you keep, you are forever evolving, so there is no point of holding on to your past. Of course, you don’t forget. The past assisted you in deciding who you want to be today, but the past is not who you currently are. So, I’ll say it again. It’s okay to let go. You don’t have to keep trying with friends that don’t try anymore. You don’t have to keep that skirt you no longer see yourself wearing. And I no longer need to hold on to a piece of my past identity that has nothing in common with what I represent today.

I have truly gone from three nights a week club rocker with an infinity amount of ‘friends’, who operated finely on minimal sleep, to wife and mum maintaining a handful of friendships, who still gets minimal sleep, but struggles. Be thankful for your past, enjoy the present, and look forward to your future.

I said what I said. I’m out.