Gloment – 10 Powerful Questions

Advocates of love and inspiration, Gloment helps shape a personalised positive outlook on your life in the form of posters.

They recently posted a blog about 10 Powerful Questions to learn from last year and prepare for next year.

I thought I would give them a try…

  1. What have been your most exciting wins in 2016?

I lost 6kg through 10,000 steps a day and being conscious of my diet.

My love of walking encouraged me to raise funds for RSPCA with my little friends Ollie and Jasper. My love of walking also helped raise funds for Cerebral Palsy through Steptember, and get to know some of my co-workers. I felt part of a community, which always gives me that warm and fuzzy feeling.

I found a job I am content with and made some great new friends along the way. This sense of belonging and comfort encouraged me to engage in social activities at work such as Steptember and the Christmas party.

I travelled to New Zealand by myself. It forced me to break from shell and put me in the thick of a purely magical place.

2. What have been your most disappointing moments of 2016?

A win in the work place, made me realise that whatever I do, will not be good enough for some people in my life. I had to realise I will never meet their expectations, not because I can’t because I don’t have to. But by following this path, leaves me open to their ignorant back handed passive aggressive comments. That sentence makes me realise I have much more healing to do on that front.

Speaking of ignorant, the win of Trump in the US Election made me reassess the world we live in, and my place in it. Ever since I was a little girl I dreamt of travelling to the US. Mostly because I grew up with US TV shows like Friends and Dawsons Creek. But the more I learn, the less inclined I am to go.

The world is changing, and not for the better.

3. What lessons did you learn from them?

I’ve learned that you can’t please everyone and the most important happiness is your own.

I’m learning my place in a terrible world, and trying to figure out how to survive.

I’m learning that reality itself is an illusion, created in our minds.

4. What are you most grateful for in 2016?

I am grateful that my mother is still here. We’ve had some scary worrying moments, but she’s battling on, one day at a time.

I am grateful for the affection of my parent’s puppies; Ollie and Jasper. Their eternal enthusiasm and affection, remind us that somewhere out there, the world is still seen as a magical place.

I am grateful for planet Earth and all its magestic beauty. I had a wonderful moment on the deck of a boat, as we cruised through the Milford Sound in southern New Zealand.

5. If you gave 2016 a headline, what would it be? What was a theme in 2016?


Headline amended from The Hunger Games. I’m starting to wonder if this series was a premonition of where humanity is headed.

I’ve always felt the greatest threat to humanity, is humanity itself. This year, we have seen the crisis in Syria grow to even more catastrophic levels, the war on terror casts a shadow over most populations, poverty and disease still curses our developing countries… and the list goes on and on.

This year we saw Brexit and Trump win the US election. Potentially catastrophic political moves that will most definitely change the world. But the most concerning aspect of these was the discriminatory motivations that caused them.

Thousands of humans across the world are displaced, and fellow humans are shutting the door in their faces. From what I saw in the media this year, the very thing that makes us human, compassion for one another, has gone. This year is the death of humanity.

… I’ve said it mostly in jest. But part of me believes this is why we have lost some truly legendary characters and people this year. They have all ascended to a better place.

6. What would you like your theme / motto to be in 2017?

Hope. 2017 will be my fight song.

7. What is something you would really like to happen in 2017?

I really want to travel to Japan.

I want to get to my target weight / dress size.

I wouldn’t mind meeting a special someone to share my dreams and keep me fighting.

8. Why do you want this? What is the reason behind your desire?

My life is walking back to happiness, and I find happiness when I’m standing on the banks of an unknown stream or crouching breathless atop of a hill or mountain. Their is so much beauty in the world, and in humanity. I want to find it, and see it. After all seeing is believing.

I really want to believe again.

9. What would you need to differently in order to make it happen?

Carpe Dium – Seize the Day!

Look up from my phone and appreciate my surroundings.

Take every opportunity to immerse myself into the world, whether it’s walking or attending community events or studying Japanese (there’s a course I’ve got my eyes on).

10. What is one action you can make right now to get started?

Write a budget to save for adventures.

Put on my walking shoes and go outside.




Melbourne Weather is…


An Australian colloquialism to describe something or someone that has crossed into the realm of insanity. My home country goes for the more politically incorrect “Chicken Oriental”, which translated from cockney is “mental”. As I write, I’m intrigued as how the Londoners arrived at this however long ago, but that’s for another day.

The post today was meant to be a narrative on my thoughts as we transition from one season to another. When I look out my townhouse window into the blue sparkles of the Melbourne skyline, I think “Melbourne Weather”… it’s Batshit-insane!

Now, it’s no secret. Melbourne has been the butt of all “four seasons in a day” jokes for as long as I can remember. Okay, not true. I only found out about it when I moved here 13 odd years ago. But since then, it has lived up to it’s reputation.

Take this weekend, for example. We woke up to  a beautifully sunny Saturday stretching into the mid-twenties. Children were playing on the street. Young professionals were catching up on their washing, cleaning out their balconies, and exchanging pleasantries with the tradies at the building site (the last part may have been just me). It was a 1950s, let’s go get some ice cream from the musical man outside the park kind of day. I even spent the evening on my balcony with a glass of wine and my Japanese Sobo noodles. Once finished, I watched the near perfect sunset sink over the horizon as I retreated to my bedroom.

The next morning… thud thud, whoo, whoo. The walls were shaking, the gutter clanging, and it was damn near freezing. Outside the sky was a dark mean-looking grey. My phone was alight with weather warning messages “Gale force winds expected in Melbourne”… yeah, no kidding! I pulled on my jumper and watched as the trees bowed down to the ground and watched the network cables flapping in the wind, as the internet dropped in and out. It was a painful day for an online fiend (me). I, being the oh so wise one, ventured outside in the storm and walked to the local centre, where whilst waiting at the bus stop, the pole decided to kiss the earth. The wind howled above my head as I stood upon the empty street opposite a very empty church [insert opening scene to horror movie]. It was ‘batshit-insane’ weather, which two days later the city is still cleaning up.

So that was my weekend, we started in summer and ended in winter. A Melbournian calls it ‘Spring’.

How would you describe fear?

Heart beats fast. Goosebumps. Intense awareness. Temporary paralysis. This is how I would describe fear. I don’t often have nightmares, but when I do… o_O

The last one was a few weeks ago. It was just your regular Friday night. I had been Netflixin’ and Chillin’… nothing scary. Just the Gilmore Girls, and there’s nothing scary about that. Well, except that one time Kirk made that electronic-weird-movie….  But I didn’t watch that episode that night. I’d decided to lights out early and whirled my way into Narnia or the places where dreams are made….

… I was running through a field with my Scottish white terrier Ollie, we playing and yapping. It was fun and happy. Then the dream turned and I was lying in my bed. But it wasn’t my bed. Then Ollie jumps out from behind me, bouncing from my stomach to a platform in my room. His paws against my belly felt so real. He’s done it a thousand times so I know what it feels like, and the pressure I felt would have left an impression. I rubbed my belly and looked up to see Ollie on two paws, pawing into thin air. He was pawing as if saying hello to an invisible man, and the next thing I know someone has got my leg, an invisible hand is clenched around my tiny ankle and is pulling me down the stairs Paranormal Activity style. I am screaming and Ollie has disappeared, and the next thing I know I’m lying curled up in my bed, alone.

…. But y’know what? The dream itself was not wear I felt the fear. The fear was when I woke up and realised I was awake, and alone. Without opening my eyes. I felt the darkness, the emptiness swarm around me. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move and I didn’t dare open my eyes. If I opened my eyes and saw something, that would make it real and I didn’t want it to be real. So kept my eyes shut and counted to ten, imagined sheeps in the field, forced myself to imagine anything and everything from what I was really thinking that night…

…This is what fear feels like.

When I was 10

When I was 10. Wow, that was like 1995.

When I was 10, I liked colouring in pictures. I would sit at the dining table for hours creating new worlds filled with rainbows.

When I was 10, I had Little Mermaid roller-skates. I’d roll around my quiet little village, completely in love with its quaint quietness.

When I was 10, I wanted to be Indiana Jones. I wanted to uncover lost worlds and travel the globe, experiencing other cultures.

When I was 10, I was dressed in green pin stripes attending Catholic School.

When I was 10, I wanted to be Clarissa or Sabrina, Tia or Tamara, or Joey Potter. When I was 10, I wanted to be 17. I’d read Girl Talk and imagine what my life would be grown up.

When I was 10, I would curl up in the cupboard next to the boiler just to stay warm. I’d get lost in Enid Blyton, Roald Dahl and Peter Rabbit.

When I was 10.

Here’s a song that reminds of me of how I felt when I was 10…

My Mixtape

Remember that episode of Dawson’s Creek?

Joey had finally made it to Paris. She was standing in the street looking over to the Eiffel Tower, and she said “… I can’t swear this is exactly how it happened. But this is how it felt.”

Well, for todays 10min post I’d like to share perhaps some songs that represent how my life feels right now…

I’ll be there for you -The Rembrandts

From the 90s to now, every verse of this song feels like my life.

A Place in This World – Taylor Swift

I’ve never been the most ambitious of people, and even now at 31 I’m still trying to figure it out. Tomorrow is a mystery but it’s also an adventure. A chance to begin again.

Desree – Life

I’m realising that everything is a miracle, being here is miraculous, and life is pretty great when you stop and smell the roses.

The Care Bear Theme song (original)

Okay, I added this one in, to represent the dreamer in me and because it was my favourite cartoon growing up.

If you had to pick a song that represents your personality or life right now, here in October 2016, what would it be?

Appreciating the Arts

Did you ever dream of adultness?

When I was younger it was mission to grow up.

I imagined myself in fitted sweaters, and scarves standing in the middle of the worlds most famous art gallery’s admiring the finest pieces known to humanity.

The spring brightness would waft through the glass windows sending streams of light all around me, while classical music played in the background…

…The reality…

Not even close!

A couple of years ago I found myself in the city of love, in all my imperfect adultness. I wore my sweater with my scarf and set out to find her.

The square outside the Louvre was covered in people as the sun shone brightly on a beautiful summer day. Music played from fountain, and it was a perfect moment of “I’m finally here”.

I breathed deeply, stepped up to the glass pyramid dome with the trickles of water and excited chatter… and joined a queue.

The people talked and chattered, pushed and shoved, and as I approached the room. The room I had been dreaming about forever. I found myself in the centre of the room and all I saw was people.

I’m short, by anyones standards. But in that moment I may as well have been a mouse. All I could see was people, feel people, and ergh even smell people. I stood high on the tips of my toes, and then I saw her.

A tressle of brown hair, weaved against a darkened canvas with an eye lit up. Like a bolt of light through the shoulders of Parisians and Parisian visitors, I made eye contact with Mona.

I studied every fleck of the eye staring back at me, and stood in awe, smiling in recognition that I was in the same room as the Mona Lisa. The worlds most talked about, sung about, written about painting.

It was a nightmare getting into that room. But absolutely worth the 15 second eye contact I made with the real thing.

IKEA Fail & DIY Email

So… on Monday evening… there was a party in my oven that just got a little out of hand…


I wrote to IKEA to express my disappointment, only to have it deepened.

After mining through their website, I filled in a feedback form describing my experience, asking for acknowledgement of the safety of their products, and drew their attention to their inability to respond to social media.

The first response to my complaint was a copy/paste answer and suggestion to return it to the shop. It did not address any of my concerns.

Thank you for contacting IKEA.  In regards to your email, I am sorry to hear of the issue with your baking dish, please take both baking dishes back into store with your proof of purchase to the Returns and Exchanges desk, the co-workers will assist you with an exchange, store credit or refund.

Translation: I don’t care what you’re saying, let the store deal with it.

I’ve worked in customer service my whole life, and more recently online communications. The number one rule of customer service is listen to understand, not to reply. Clearly, the agent assigned to my email was simply reading to reply.

So I emailed her back, thanking for the reply, expressing my growing disappointment and pointing out her failure to address my concerns. I even retreated a little in my anger (or at least I thought I did):

Apart from the attached photo, I have no proof of purchase. I’d love to meet the person who keeps a docket for a baking dish!
You have not provided reassurance that your product is safe to use. Your quick judgement to return both implies that it is not. If that’s the case, should there not be a national public recall???
My assumption is that the product is safe and that my experience was unfortunate and rare. However, this does not provide me with confidence that I desire.
All I want is reassurance and an apology beyond a copy/paste answer.

Only to receive this:


Thank you for contacting IKEA.  In regards to your email, I apologise for the negative experience you had with the LYCKAD serving dish. After consultation with our kitchen co-workers, we would recommend that the cookware is safe provided the oven temperature does not exceed 220C.

Kind Regards,
Customer Service
IKEA Australia

Translation: I still don’t care. In fact, my lack of caring is so profound I’m not even going to type the 7 letters of your name.  But I’ll chuck in a factoid (which I seriously doubt this agent consulted anyone) to keep you quiet.

After speaking to a few friends about it… This is my public reply to IKEA… Ah hem..


Thank you for replying to my email.

While I appreciate your recommendation, the oven at the time of the incident was not in the vicinity of 220C – do modern ovens even get that high?

Sadly though my LYCKAD has been lost and in its demise adopted terrorist-like attributes by taking Monday’s dinner with it. See the above photo for “proof”. Your recommendation to bring it back to the store for an autopsy is unlikely, as I gave it an instant burial as any compassionate human would. 

I can’t express the grief this has caused, this fun size baking dish was my friend. We shared many nachos and small roasts over the month we had together, which are all now a distant memory, to painful to remember. It really was love at first sight. 

At the very least, you can acknowledge my humanity. At the most, you can replace the baking dish.



(aka Charlie A)



I’m a person with stuff

Have you ever just stopped and thought about stuff?

There are days (everyday), where I sit at my desk, swivel from side to side, and marvel at the ‘stuff’ that surrounds me.

I think you can tell a lot about a person, from the stuff they keep.

Here are somethings from my desk:

  • TYPO Journals (Do you ever ask yourself What If? 100 things to do before I kick the bucket)
  • A magnetic board with a Japanese Cat and a quote ‘Not all Who Wander are Lost’
  • Fake Sunflowers from IKEA
  • Pens & Pencils perched in mugs to nice to drink tea from
  • A box of tea still in christmas wrapping paper
  • Ravenclaw lanyard with Platform 9 3/4 Ticket attached
  • Passport

What does my stuff say about me? I don’t know. I like pretty things. I like to travel. I like the idea of the indeterminate road, it has the aroma of opportunity. I like tea, but apparently not enough to take it downstairs and brew a cup – perhaps sign of a hurried life? Nope, that’s not it.

YOU TELL ME in the comments below.

I have been criticised about the chaos. But I love the way it is. I find inspiration and opportunity in unattended mediums. In my heart I am an artist, it just doesn’t execute well in practice. As seen here:


This is what happens when I am left alone with my Sharpies for too long. I start to doodle. This piece of random happened yesterday. I’ve recently discovered New Yorker Casey Neistat on Youtube, and found myself on his Facebook page, where he was hosting a live session. For the better part of an hour, thousands of users watched him open boxes.

The curiosity behind what he had been sent, was more compelling than Damon Salvatore (TVD Fans will understand).  We watched him pillage through each box throwing the cardboard to the sides. The commentary was hilarious, there are some fans out there guilty for misinterpreting his T-shirt size, the knife & bin bag person just screams ‘stalker alert’ and I’m pretty sure the box of popcorn went straight to his heart, we know the giant Hershey’s bar did. It was a lot of stuff, really random stuff. But, it is Casey’s stuff… and I think it is shouts modern day ‘New Yorker’!

Well, that was my thought on stuff. I’d love to know what you think…