Melbourne, Opinion, Writing

Why is there always one

My mobile rang this afternoon; the number not from within my contacts, but also not withheld. 'Hello, this is Linda,' I answered in a cheery tone, despite a heavy, sinking feeling in my stomach. I instinctively knew what the phone call was about. The voice confirmed, albeit in a polite and friendly manner, my thoughts.… Continue reading Why is there always one

Melbourne, Opinion, Writing

Defeated, destroyed, dejected

At what point do you pull up stumps? When do you know you've given something your best shot and it's time to try something new? Do you ever think to yourself, maybe I'm not as good at <insert activity> as I initially thought. Or is it just me that is wracked with self-doubt? As my… Continue reading Defeated, destroyed, dejected