Tuesday, 22 November 2016

Shy & Fierce

I hated the word shy. It defined me for so long, every time I was introduced to somebody it was always the same. ‘She’s just shy’ was always more relevant than my name. I felt immediately disadvantaged before I’d even introduced myself. And, obliged to follow the statement handed out to me.
How could someone so shy, be so equally fierce?

I guess, you could say one outbalances the other. I know my shyness can reoccur in any situation, even into my adult life – I can grow increasingly quiet. Which often confuses those around me.
But, my fierceness stems from my quest to find fulfilment in my life. This type of fierceness bridges the gap of silence. I strongly believe that confidence cannot be solely judged on how many words you can speak out loud.
My fierceness lies in the pit of my stomach, it shows in my work, my writing and my ambitions.
I’m not afraid anymore, or embarrassed to be shy. I’ve learnt in my twenty-seven years that being brave is the key to opening up the whole world.  

Sunday, 20 November 2016

Be Your Own Role Model

When I was growing up my life was dominated by having an idol. Harriet the Spy was my first inspiration, a writer after my own heart.
Then of course, Gwen Stefani stole my heart. I never wanted to be a popstar, a singer or an artist – I just wanted to be cool.
When I was a teenager, there was Carrie Bradshaw. And Amy Winehouse.
I always had someone who I fiercely admired and looked up to.
L-R Perfume River, Vietnam. Sunset in Fiji. The Blue Lagoon Iceland. Koh Lanta, Thailand.
A couple of nights ago I realised that maybe it was time to start believing in my own role in life. Is it possible to feel aspiration, passion and drive through you own achievements?
I think so.
I’ve travelled to some of the most beautiful countries in the world, ate some of the most wonderful food, met some truly incredible people, fell madly in love, ran some fierce miles, why the hell should this go un-noted?
If I close my eyes and think of the best moments of my life, they are all times I have jumped out of my comfort zone. Been brave, given my absolute all to something and followed a dream.
If I feel something, it is passion, through and through.
I love travel, I love food, I love writing, I love eating and above all I love dreaming.
I think it’s time to show my younger self, that being a grown up is just putting everything you learned, dreamed and aspired for as a child into practice.

Sunday, 30 October 2016

Why Travel Means So Much.

One day out of nowhere it hit me. And, like a love story my desire to travel grew almost overnight. I ached and dared to dream about the world around me. I’ll proclaim to anybody who will listen, how important it is to have a dream, and plenty of them...  

Because, I figured out a little while ago that believing in a feeling, a wish, a desire is so important. If you believe, truly believe in something, then you have already beaten the doubt in your own mind that it’s not going to happen.

Now, I know dreams often have a spontaneous way about them, and don’t always unfold the way you imagine them to. But, what if a dream is so much more than just a dream?

A dream is not just a once occurrence, it’s an entire life-time long.

When I travelled to Thailand for the first time, I never dared imagined what feeling it would give me. I still carry Asia in my heart, every day. The love, warmth, and appetite I found in Thailand changed my entire perspective on life. I dared myself to dig deeper, because I knew how much of an influence those sixteen days had had.

Travel always gives me reflection on my life. Even when I’m not looking for a truth or reality, I find it staring at me in the face. When I was in San Francisco I remember feeling deeply sad eating clam chowder one day on Fisherman's Wharf, because I suddenly felt I had not established myself in life.

In New Zealand, on a wine tour I suddenly felt a pining for my Dad, tears filled my eyes as I thought about how much I loved him and how little I see him.

The first night I arrived in Phuket, I couldn’t sleep a wink. Instead I sat writing the entire night long – crying as I wrote about my turbulent adolescence.

It’s almost as if travel gives me a true sense of myself, and fuels my ambition to write and my abilities and always drives my lifelong dreams.

Travel is therapy. Travel is a self-reflection. Travel is a tool. Travel is wild.

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