I have never coloured in as much as I have in lockdown.

Okay, that’s a lie. Kindergarten would have been my peak colouring-in period. I remember my mum talking to me after a parent-teacher night and telling me how my teacher thought I was very bright. I thought it was a reference to my colouring skills.

I am loving the colouring in this lockdown though. I bought some Faber-Castell markers — the good ol’ connector pens! — and I’ve been putting them to work. I’m impressed by my ability to stay in the lines after all these years.

While we’re…

They were floating very slowly in the sky and for a moment, a hopeful smile crept across my face. I often find myself looking at the sky. Clear blue and sunny or grey and thunder-y, it always has a way of providing perspective when I need it. That morning, there were three hot air balloons in the distance and I couldn’t take my eyes off them. I took a brief snap, stared for a few more seconds, and went about my day.

It’s funny how when there is something in the sky, we stare in awe. I still do it…

Over the last few years, I have changed. I have always been passionate about certain causes and issues. Recently, I have started to practice more of what I preach. I guess you could say I have discovered this social justice warrior inside of me and it is a change that I have embraced.

It can be really scary when you realise you are changing and that some things that were once important to you, aren’t so much anymore. And vice versa. Perhaps one of the more obvious ways I have noticed these changes in me, relates to yesterday. January 26…

Surely vamps know the meaning of life, yeah?

I’ve always loved vampire television shows, but I did not think one about a sappy love triangle would be the catalyst for an existential crisis.

Ok, so catalyst might not be accurate. Let’s call it more the moment I realised a lot of what the hell was going on with me.

It was 2013 and a friend of mine who shared a love of Buffy the Vampire Slayerand True Bloodwith me, recommended I watch The Vampire Diaries. I did, after some hesitation, since I thought I was cooler than that. Turns out I’m really not. I liked it, I binged…

Loving the sh*t out of 21. Image supplied.

A tiny grey-hair peers out at me from the top of my head. A two-minute internal meltdown follows.

“I’m only 26, how do I have a grey-hair already?” I ask myself.

My slightly melodramatic panic quickly eases, thanks to that good ol’ thing called perspective. The irony is also not lost on me when, later that day, I’m asked to show my id while picking up some wine at the local bottle shop. The world is right again.

Fast-forward a few years, and I am now in my thirtieth year of life. I’ve been thinking a lot lately as to…

Sally-Anne Hurley

Writer/Podcaster from South West Sydney who pens non-fiction. Check out www.howtolovetheshitoutoflife.com

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