Happy happy birthday!

I realised today that I'd missed my blog's first birthday!

What a year it's been.

I've travelled to Europe for the first (but not the last!) time.

I've discovered a love and talent for photography and participated in my first exhibition.

I've adopted a cat.

I've seen some awesome bands.

I've met some lovely new friends.

I've cooked and eaten some yummy food!

Though not 100 percent yet, I've come out the other side from an incredibly intense, debilitating period of depression and grieving that's consumed me for most of the past twelve months. I'm now medication-free and starting to look forward and enjoy living again. It's pretty exciting!

The next year is going to bring some interesting things too, I think. Hopefully this time next year I'll have finally finished my degree. I want to keep developing my photography, and participate in a few more shows, and start getting my name out there. I want to take a holiday to somewhere tropical and warm where I can lie on the beach and drink cocktails from coconuts! I want to keep meeting new people, and listening to new music, and discovering new places to eat.

I want to find that special someone, too, but one of the things that this past year has taught me is that I have to be happy with myself before I can even begin to think about being happy with someone else. I've still got some work to do yet!

Thanks for reading this past year.. here's to the next one!

Liz xoxo

Just let it go.

I actually am the Queen of Overthinking - I stress WAY too much about things that don't matter.

I found this useful piece of advice this morning on my trawls through the internet.

My new mantra is "Sit down, take some deep breaths, and..."



(I can't find the blog where I found this! Help!)

Today, I'm going to bus out to Greensborough for a spot of op-shopping at Savers. But first, I have to wash my face, brush my teeth, and get out of my pyjamas. What should I wear? I am completely lacking in inspiration today..

Black storm clouds.

Some people liken it to a black dog, but mine is like a dense, black storm cloud.


(Storm Clouds by Tom La Pierre)

So dark and stormy that not even the faintest chinks of light or love or hope can get through.


(Black Cloud by Thomas Henriksson)

Sometimes it seems like the storm will never break.