Articles for January 2016


Bull in a China Shop

Depression is one of those hard to explain conditions but it’s something that most people have experienced at least some time in their life. At an intrinsic level, we’re all the same; no matter how hard we try to convince ourselves of our differences, emotions are a reaction to hormones which are a chemical reaction.

On the outside I seem okay.  I am happy; I am organised and; I am normal.  Yet on the inside I am broken.  I am a piece of china that when you see from the distance is beautiful and perfect, but on close inspection you see where someone has glued it back together.  It is in a million pieces and while it may have been expertly put back together; it is no longer the strong individual piece it once was. Now, all it would take to break it again, is a knock in the wrong way.

Which brings me to where I am now.  I’ve been dropped and broken so many times in my life. zOn most occasions, the breakage has been indirect. No one came and deliberately knocked me over, but as the items of china next to me become shattered, their remnants knock me over and break me.  While I’ve been frantically trying to put all the pieces back together, another piece of china smashes into me, making the task all so much harder again.

It’s quite frustrating when you are putting something back together that keeps falling apart while you work.  I want to fix it whole before it’s broken again.  I want to look beautiful again.  Even if it’s only from a distance.

How does one turn a life of broken pieces into a life of success and happiness?  How does one take ownership of the reigns of their own life?  Since my birth, I have been under the care of someone else.  I could pass on my responsibility to someone else.  I did not have to be accountable for my own actions because I could always blame someone else.


We all start out as children.  We all have a clean slate and it’s up to those around us to make that china beautiful.  It’s up to those around us to form the intricate patterns on the delicate material, hoping not to break it.  As time goes on, it gets harder.  Unless you’ve treated the material well and taken the steps to strengthen it each time you’ve added to it, it becomes weaker.

In our own little china shop worlds, we live on a shelf of china.  Yes, the patterns are all different and each piece has its own purpose.  But we are all the same.  We are all delicate pieces of breakable goods.

We are put on a shelf with other pieces of china.  The longer we are there, the more pieces are added and the greater the risk of becoming broken.  We can’t keep expecting the same people to look after our whole, because china can’t look after china.  If you knock one piece against another, both become stressed and at risk of chipping.

As those pieces around us fall, we take our own knocks and damages and if one piece on the shelf shatters bad enough, the fall out is disastrous.  Then there are too many pieces, and no one can decide which piece belongs to whom.

Who is responsible for breaking me?  Is it the china that broke next to me?  Is it the china that broke them?  Is it the bull in the china shop?  Who is responsible for protecting me?  Do I allow the broken pieces to scratch me, to knock me, to break me?

Time and time again I want to give up putting together the pieces.  Time and time again I want to be thrown out because is broken china worth it? Especially when every time you take painstaking effort to glue the pieces together a bull is released into the shop, again?

Sometimes I wonder if putting things together causes the bull to be set loose.  The caretaker of the china takes the broken pieces away to fix the item only to put it back in the shop.  Maybe the bull never leaves.


When I consider the situation I am in, I realise I am scared.  I have been broken so many times I am scared that by being broken again it may be the final time I could possibly be put back together.  I am that person, in the back of the shop, painstakingly putting pieces back together.  There are others there, helping to put the pieces of their items back together too.  Sometimes they knock me.  Sometimes their pieces mix in with mine.

I don’t want to finish.  I am scared that by finishing I will then become vulnerable.   And that’s why I have difficulties finishing anything I start.

I want to be successful.  I want to be whole again.  I want to be happy.  But I know I will always be broken.  I know that I am always at risk of being knocked over and the higher on that shelf I get, the further it is to fall.  How can I even subject myself to that?  Would it not be better to leave that last part lost and remain in the back, safe from the bull?


Analogies are great for helping me understand myself and recognise my feelings.  It is a way to detach myself from who I am and analyse things from an objective angle.  Because at the end of the day, I don’t know why I have trouble finishing things.  I suspect it be because I am scared of success; or at least the potential for failure that comes with it, but I can’t pin point that moment when I felt that way.

When did things become so hard?  When did I start caring about what others thought about me?  When did it begin to hurt so much?

Life has, without question, dealt me several hard blows.  Thankfully I was on the sidelines, but that was not the case for those I love. They were the hardest hit.  But does receiving the effects of the blow from the sideline negate my own experiences? It is those on the sidelines that are neglected.  They are the ones that take the shrapnel and are expected to get over it the quickest.  While I did not have the bull’s horn pierce me directly, it knocked me over and being knocked over meant I got broken.


When a person comes to admit that only they are responsible for themselves, things change.  There comes a time when you realise that everyone has let go that’s why you keep on falling.  And while some may try to pick you up or give you support, it is all up to you to make the most of what you’ve got.  It is up to you to run the shop.

My moment of realisation came in July of 2014. I was struggling.  There were so many pieces of my life in front of me and I didn’t know where each one belonged.  I’d pick up pieces and put them in, only to find they didn’t quite match up.  I was ready to throw my life away.  To give up and simply cry.

All I wanted to do, by then, was to focus on my children.  My life was a loss and there was nothing else left.  I didn’t want to be responsible for knocking over the china that was my children.  So I gave up on any hope for myself.  That was until I recognised that I no longer had someone else to look after me.  Only I was responsible for me.  Only I could put myself back together and only I could protect myself.

With my motivation renewed, I had hope.  I had direction.


I have spent so much of my life has procrastinating; putting off what could be done today and doing it tomorrow.  I was too scared to have nice things.  Too frightened to achieve.

A few days ago, I decided I would finish putting my china back together and put it on display.  I hated being away from the other items on the shelf.  With attentive and laborious effort, I glued piece and with delicate precision I placed it on the shelf.  Because I wanted to be responsible for the wellbeing of my china. I wrote a note.

“Do not touch.” It said.  Perhaps the bull could read.

But I forgot the nature of the bull.  It is not the bull that pushes me over.  It is not the bull that touches me.  It is the shrapnel thrown my way.  He was still in the shop.  And I must have made the note red, because within moments – seconds, I had been knocked over again.  Broken again.

Once again I was out the back, repairing the damage to my china.  The glued together pieces now adding to the final appearance.  This piece will never be the same and I must learn from the experiences.  I can’t live next to the china that just shatters when it’s looked at.  I can’t be hit by any more shrapnel. I just can’t take it anymore.

But I don’t want to give up either.  I’m sick of almost finishing things.  I am sick of being met with barriers and giving up.  I am sick of being scared of success.

There is another way.  I can display my china elsewhere in the shop.  I must remember that this piece is special.  It is a rare piece of art.  A one of a kind.  Yes the material and makeup is the same as the rest, but this piece, it has potential.

There’s a locked cabinet in the shop.  One that is strong and stable, only it is small.  It will protect a few pieces of china from the bull, but it can’t take too many, because that would allow for imbalance and dangerous display.

I’ve opened the cabinet and I’ve put the mended china in there, complete with its matching items; four in total.  Safe from the bull.

I cried.  Because I can still see the china across the room, shattered and in a mess, but I can’t clean it up.  It’s not my responsibility.


Being secluded from that which gives you pain, gives you time to think about things.  What was it I wanted out of life? I became to realise that fear resulted in my lack of desire to finish. By putting myself in the cabinet, I recognised the need to release emotions I was holding in.  Otherwise they might make me unstable and I’d fall over no matter where I put myself.

And that’s why I started writing.  For once, I would not give up until it was done.  I needed to be in control.  I needed to be the one to create the sunshine in my life.  I needed to change my china shop into a candy shop and enjoy the rest of my life.  And I want to write.  I want to succeed.

Favorite Things

What is your favorite movie? The Boondock Saints
What is your favorite tv show? Depends on my mood and what I am watching at the time. Notable TV shows include (but is not all encompassing) Supernatural, The Vampire Diaries, The Last Man on Earth, How I Met Your Mother, Buffy, Stargate (all of them)…
What is your favorite song? As with TV, it changes with my mood. Adele’s Hello is up there, Taylor Swift’s Wildest Dreams, Timmy Trumpet & Savage’s Freaks, just to name a few.
What is your favorite book? (What, besides the ones I’ve written??  LOL) Stephen King’s The Green Mile. I own all the parts that were released individually before it became a novel (and I own the novel) and J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series (all 7 of them – although Prisoner of Azkaban was my favourite of the series)
What is your favorite type of music? As with my favourite song, it depends on my mood. You can probably guess by what songs I said I like, but I also love classical music, especially George Friderich Handel and Johann Sebastian Bach
What is your favorite type of movie? Anything Scary
What is your favorite tv channel? Which ever one is showing what I want to watch at the time. I tend to watch Channel 10 (Free to Air – Australia) most.
What is your favorite animal? Snake
What is your favorite color? Silver
What is your favorite drink? Water
What is your favorite food? Depends on my mood. Bacon is pretty high up there.
What is your favorite time of day? Mid to late Morning
What is your favorite place to be? At home.
Who is your favorite actor? At the moment (and not including those who have passed over) – Benedict Cumberbatch and Johnny Depp
Who is your favorite actress? Gina Davis, Cameron Diaz
Who is your favorite author? I don’t know. While I listed Stephen King and J.K. Rowling when mentioning my favourite books I am not sure they’re my favourite authors as I don’t necessarily love their other works. It may have to be Terry Goodkind at the top of my list, as so far I’ve loved everything of his that I have read.
Who is your favorite singer? Um… It was Axl Rose for so, so, long…
Who is your favorite director? I can’t say I have one.
Who is your favorite friend? One that treats me nice. Someone who is honest, wants to spend time with me and who does spend time with me.  I have loads of friends who fit two or three of those requirements, but none that fits them all… Unless I count my husband… okay – he’s my favourite friend.
What is your favorite car? Nissan Skyline GT-R R34
What is your favorite sport? To do: Archery, Gymnastics and Rock climbing. To watch: Baseball
Who is your favorite team? Um… I don’t really have a favourite team. In Baseball I chose to back Blue Jays…
Who is your favorite musician? George Friderich Handel
What is your favorite website? Mine!  Otherwise Facebook… well I hate it so much but I can’t stop going there.
Who is your favorite band? Tatu, Guns and Roses…
What is your favorite subject? Science
What is your favorite memory? I have so many…
What is your favorite quote? “Live everyday as if it were your last, because someday you’re going to be right.” – Muhammad Ali
What is your favorite thing to do? Write
Who is your favorite teacher? oooo I loved them all! Well except my year 3 teacher and high school phys. ed. teacher.  But I always said my favourite was my year 4 teacher – Mr Alanby
What is your favorite brand? I am not a brand girl. I don’t stick to a brand if something better comes along.  That being said, I do like Rip Curl
What is your favorite clothes? Steam Punk
What is your favorite store? New Age Stores
Who is your favorite athlete? I don’t really watch a lot of sport, so no athlete comes to my mind. I can’t answer this question.
What is your favorite word? Love
What is your favorite electronic? My computer?
What is your favorite holiday? Either my honeymoon (Singapore-Egypt-Kuala Lumpor) or my 4 weeks in China.
What is your favorite country? Despite never being there, I have a love affair with Canada. It’s at the top of my list of places to visit and I’d move there in a heart beat. I love the coins, the scenery and the people. I think it’d be great.
Who is your favorite girl/boy? Girl – my Daughter. Boy – my son.


I am one of those people who watch the stars (including famous authors). It’s kind of like a dirty secret (well maybe not so secret with some people) that I keep. I am fascinated by fame and one day hope to be in the limelight (although since having children I am scared of them becoming part of that limelight even if they don’t want to).

I’ve noticed a quality in my favourite stars that I know I want to have if my goals ever come to fruition. Genuineness. I don’t want to be that ‘unattainable’ figure to people. I want to be someone who people feel they can relate to. Someone people feel that they can approach. I want to be me – both in the limelight and behind the fences of my home.

It was with this thought in my mind that I realised that my decision to focus my blog on just my writing was not going to work for me. Detaching my writing from my personal life was taking away that element of genuineness that I wanted to keep.

Now, I don’t have to go out exposing all my private dealings to the world, but I can talk about me and my experiences a bit more openly than maybe the next person. You can get to know me and perhaps I can get to know you.

If you’re reading this, please comment below and tell me a bit about yourself and what brought you here <3

Return to Archery

For those who don’t know, I am an archer. I have been a member of The Archers of Greenwood for a year an a half. In that time I have earned myself three club-level medals and I have become a club coach.

Today our club had our first day back for the new year (after a short hiatus over the Christmas break). I’ve changed up in poundage on my limbs (not really a good idea after time off, but I was happy with the result) and shot better than I have any other time. If I didn’t already have my perfect at 10 meters on a 122cm face, then I would have most definitely got it today. Really good grouping.

My son (aged 8) also didn’t do too bad. I’ve been coaching him for about 4 months now (three if you take out the break) and he’s showing improvement. With practice he’ll be as good as his Dad (who was club champion last year).

My goals in Archery for this year are:

Perfect at 20m
All Gold at 15m, 18m (indoor) and 25m
To be able to shoot in the State clout this year


I don’t cry when celebrities die. I never have.

I remember way back when I was younger and Kurt Cobain died (1994). A lot of my friends were crying. I didn’t understand how people could cry over someone they didn’t personally know. I felt sad, but I didn’t cry.

It’s been the same for everyone. But right now I am crying for Alan Rickman. He influenced me in so many ways that I don’t tell people. I don’t talk about it. He has saved my life without anyone knowing about it. He got me through depression – and no one knew.

I now understand. Sometimes people you don’t personally know can be such a part of you that you feel lost when you know they’ll never be making any new influences on your life.

Yup. I get it.

I don’t think I’ll be online much today. I’m not used to feeling this way.

RIP Alan Rickman

So for the last couple of weeks I have been reading my children Harry Potter. Last night I reached the part that Professor Snape is introduced. I read his parts in my ‘best’ Alan Rickman voice and reflected on how much I loved Alan in that role. He’s been one of my favourite actors for so long and his voice just makes me melt. He has also inspired me in many ways that I don’t talk about.
And the I woke up this morning.
It’s a sad day. So many greats in such sort succession. It’s been happening a lot these last few years. Only a few days it was Peeves in the book… and I thought of Rik Mayall, who was supposed to play Peeves (although he didn’t appear), which made me think of Robin Williams.
Why do the good ones go together? Not even a week and we’ve had David Bowie and now Alan Rickman. “Major Tom” has been looping in my head since the news of his death. I guess Professor Snape will be singing it now.
R.I.P. Alan Rickman. Thank you for inspiring me.


I returned to gymnastics last night with a new coach. Boy did he work us! Even my husband said he found it hard. I hope that the coach will help me achieve my goals in gymnastics this year, but I hope he doesn’t break us in the process.

Wow! What a pledge.

Today my brother pledged $200 (+$20 for shipping) to my Kickstarter project. My brother and I have not ever been super close (but not in a bad way – mostly because of distance) and it’s not very often we exchange gifts, so such a generous gift came as a wonderful surprise. It brought tears to my eyes. I am so happy that he’ll be the one owning my limited edition that I listed on the rewards tier.

Life is good.

RIP David Bowie

So David Bowie died today. Apparently of Cancer. While I can’t say David Bowie impacted greatly on my life, I did like some of his work, especially the movie Labyrinth and his song Space Oddity (which I’ve always just called Major Tom). He has always promoted individuality to me and I’ve always been intrigued by his different coloured eyes.

It’s a shame he’s left this world, and I send my regards to his family, friends and anyone affected by his death.