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As most of you know by now, I’m adventuring around Europe. As many of you may have realised, adhering to time frames is not my forte. The blog is currently 3 weeks behind schedule. I’m way too busy actually seeing things to write about them everyday. So when you see me posting about the UK, I’m actually posting from France. I don’t even know the date, let alone what country I’m in!

Some frequently asked questions I’ve recently received include:

When’s your next blog post coming?
Why don’t you post more photos?
Why don’t you post more often?
Can I meet up with you in London?

And the answers to these questions are:

When I write it.
Oh, but I do.
Because I haven’t the time.
No, because I was in London 4 weeks ago. Sorry.

For those who want to see more (I’m extremely flattered!), there’s this thing called social media. It’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s relatively up-to-date with all my travels. So until the next blog post comes along, you can get your fix here!


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I like to think I post quality photos… I don’t know, you be the judge. This is by far my favourite and most-used social media platform.


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Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.

– Maria Robinson


We all make them.

The New Year brings with it an opportunity for change, the promise of a new beginning. It’s a chance to start over, to create something new, to live with excitement, adventure and purpose. It’s a time to chase your dreams, to explore your universe, to discover yourself.

Many resolutions fail before January is even through. Suddenly, the hope and excitement for the New Year turns into guilt and self-punishment. You failed. And now you’ll have to wait an entire year to try again.

But change doesn’t have to happen only once a year. Every day provides an opportunity for a new start. Every day you wake up and have the opportunity to live the life you want. It doesn’t have to start on January 1st. Life begins every single day of the year.

Failure happens when we view resolutions as rules. When we break a resolution we break a promise we have made to ourselves, and the result is guilt and frustration.

I prefer to see resolutions as goals. They are made to remind us of the life we want to live, and their purpose is to help us live it. Every day we make progress towards these goals, towards our dreams. And failure doesn’t mean that we give up on resolutions. We get up the next day and keep working towards them.

A mindset like this also means that resolutions can change. Goals should be flexible and attainable. And flexible goals are much easier to adhere to and achieve.

You don’t need an excuse to set goals and resolutions. The New Year creates a time when we can look back on how far we have come, and see how far we still have to go. It’s a time for re-evaluation and rejuvenation. But it’s not the only time.

Imagine how much happier we would be if we made resolutions every day. 

I’ll Ride With You


Islamophobia: the prejudice against, hatred towards, or fear of the religion of Islam, Muslims, or of ethnic groups perceived to be Muslim.

The fact that hatred towards one group is so widespread as to garner its own term is alarming. The fact that the term has only been recently coined is a sign of society’s growing fear, intolerance and blatant racism. The phenomenon has been fuelled by ill-informed and extremely biased misinformation proliferated by the media of the “terror threat” on our doorstep. Horrific acts by extremist groups have been blamed on a religion that has repeatedly emphasised its disgust with said events. And 99.99% of the Muslim population has been defined by the actions of the radical minority.

A normal and rational reaction to these facts is to acknowledge that the actions of the minority do not represent the beliefs held by the majority. But, for some reason, this reaction does not occur with the case of the Islamic population. Australia has developed such a culture of fear and outright racism that we are denying people who seek refuge entry into our country. We are trying to ban a religious garment because we are scared to embrace and tolerate different beliefs. It’s racism, and it’s disgusting.

In the face of the hostage situation in Sydney, the first response was one that I had come to expect of the Australian media and public: hatred. Not only of the one man who committed the terrifying act, but also of the religion he claimed to represent. Despite the Muslim community condemning his actions and distancing themselves from his beliefs, people still took the actions and beliefs of one man as representative of an entire religion. Perhaps the response would have been different had we not been cultured to fear and to hate what we don’t understand.

Islamophobia has reached a point where wearing a hijab in public is a risk. People can no longer wear religious garments without experiencing hatred, discrimination and racism. After the events in Sydney, people took to Twitter to restore my faith in humanity. Young Australians rallied in support of their Muslim brothers and sisters who may feel threatened and/or unsafe riding public transport due to the frightening response towards the Islamic community. Within hours, #illridewithyou was trending worldwide.

At the time of writing this, I do not know if the hostages have been freed. Seeing the images of the five who had escaped was gut-wrenching. I cannot comprehend what those still held inside are experiencing, and my heart goes out to them and their families. I cannot even begin to imagine what this situation must be like for them.

But there are more victims than those trapped inside. A whole community has been affected by the actions of one man, and will have to endure the persecution of the narrow-minded and bigoted members of our society. I read a post recently expressing outrage that the Islamic community had been victimised by the events in Sydney when it was this very community that had brought the terror threat to our shores. This is a ridiculous idea to hold. This one extremist is representing nobody’s beliefs but his own. It is just as bad as defining the German population based on the actions and beliefs of Adolf Hitler. And the so-called “terror threat” is nothing but an excuse to exercise racism.

The #illridewithyou movement is an incredible response to a terrible situation. It’s times like these that bring out the best and the worst in people. At the end of the day, we are all human. Muslim, Buddhist, Christian, Atheist… we are all one and the same. Humanity is much bigger than religion. Your beliefs do not define you; your humanity does. So be human. Spread love, not hate.

The Back-Up Plan

You have a good chance at making some of your wildest dreams come true. Most people don’t even try, sadly. Most people try and then stop or give up. Very few people try, and try, and try, or do, and do, and do, and never give up. And those are the people who ultimately succeed and win.

– Jared Leto

I hate the idea.

The idea of a back-up, a Plan B, a safety net… The idea that you need a ‘realistic’ or ‘achievable’ dream.

I’ve had people stress the importance of a back-up plan my entire life. I’ve always been a dreamer, a creative type, and this lifestyle scares people. I knew from about the age of thirteen that I didn’t want to settle for some nine-to-five office job that simply paid the bills. I wanted something more, I wanted to create, and I wanted to do what I loved and what I dreamed of.

As I got older, and had to start seriously thinking about my future, I squashed my creative dreams in favour of a back-up plan. The things people say can inadvertently cause you to doubt and question your ability. To me, when people suggested that I think of a Plan B, I assumed that my creative talents weren’t enough for me to pursue the life that I wanted.

Recently, I’ve come to realise that you can achieve anything you set your mind to if you work at it. The first step is the most important one – so many people never take their first step toward their dreams, because they’ve settled for a back-up plan. I honesty believe that if you want something bad enough, you can make it happen. It won’t come easy – nothing good ever does – but it will be worth the effort. Pursuing dreams takes courage – it comes with the possibility of failure, and the greater the risk, the greater the fall. But if you don’t take that leap of faith, then you’ll never learn to fly.

People still try to convince me to settle for the easy option. To abandon what I really want to do with my life. I think people are scared of creative dreams. They don’t come with a salary. They don’t come with stability. But they come with so much more.

I believe there are two types of people: risk-takers and risk-avoiders. The risk-takers are the dreamers. The risk-avoiders are the pragmatists, the realists. There’s nothing wrong with being the latter – you’ll probably work in a well-paid job and own a lovely house and raise a beautiful family. But for the dreamers, this is not enough. There’s got to be something more. And you’ll never know unless you take the risk.

So I’ve abandoned my back-up plan. It’s never going to satisfy me. I’d spend my whole life wondering what could have happened had I just taken that first step. I’m chasing my dreams, and I’m not stopping until I achieve them. It will happen. I’ll make it happen.

Make yours happen too.

Seize the Day


It’s nearing midnight and I’m physically and mentally exhausted, but I need to get this down while it’s still impacting me the way it is right now.

Many of you may have watched the Brittany Maynard video that’s currently taking over the internet (if you haven’t, go and do it right now). Having just watched it only a matter of minutes ago, I still have tears streaming down my cheeks. To summarise (doing her story the greatest injustice – seriously, go and watch the video), Brittany was diagnosed with brain cancer in January this year, and given only months to live. Rather than suffer through an extremely painful death, Brittany and her family moved to Oregon where their laws permit her to die with dignity, and she will pass away without pain when and where she chooses. Being a strong supporter of voluntary euthanasia, I don’t want to get into a debate on the topic here. I believe that people have the right to end their suffering when they choose to, and that no one should be forced to endure the type of death that comes with a painful terminal illness. You can read more about the Death with Dignity campaign here.

What really impacted me was Brittany’s outlook on the limited life that she has remaining. She challenges everyone to seize the day, to forget the unimportant and pursue what makes you happy. Terminally ill or not, life is short and life is fragile. You don’t get enough time to waste it. Everyone gets one life, and each day is a gift. Each day could be your last. So why are you not doing everything you wish to do?

Watching Brittany’s story, I couldn’t help wondering what it would feel like to have a timer on your life. To know the exact day you were going to die. In some morbid way, I think it would force me to make the most of the time that I have left. And then I realised – we all have a limit on life. Each day, each hour brings you closer to the end, and that’s one less day or one less hour you have to live. You don’t have to know when time will run out – you just have to be aware that it will. It might be 50 years from now, or it might be tomorrow. And knowing this, how could you not make the most of every moment?

Life’s too short to waste time on things that don’t make you happy. Chase your dreams, explore your wanderlust, and don’t let anyone stop you from living the life you wish to live.

Seize the day.

21 and …

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This month I turn 21. Only a few short weeks after that, I’ll have completed my Bachelor Degree. There’s something extremely daunting about the prospect of officially entering adulthood, and a level of responsibility that I don’t feel entirely ready for.

What is it about turning 21? Suddenly, people begin to ask you what you’re going to be, and they become extremely worried when you tell them that your Arts Degree qualifies you to do absolutely nothing. People expect you to have your life completely figured out. You’re expected to make plans about your career, think about settling down, buy a house, and be married with three kids all before you’re 30. And some people can do this – some people know exactly what they want, and they have a 5-year, 12-step plan on how to get there. But the truth is, I feel incredibly lost. And I’m completely okay with it.

I don’t have my life figured out. I have no idea what I want to do. I have absolutely no desire to settle down. Marriage and children aren’t even on my radar. I don’t see myself working a nine-to-five office job, living in a neat little middle-class suburb with a white picket fence and a husband and 2.5 kids and our pet dog Barkley. So where do I see myself?

The honest truth is, I don’t. I have a very clear idea about what I don’t want out of my life, but I’m far hazier on what I do want. I think this is partly because I want to achieve so much – I just don’t know what yet. I never saw myself as living in one place and doing the same thing for the rest of my life. I have an unquenchable lust for adventure. And I think that no matter what I make of my life, it’s sure going to be one hell of an adventure.

It’s okay not to have a plan. It’s okay to enjoy the journey without being completely sure of the destination. Because life is a journey, and if you’re too focused on the destination then you’ll miss out on actually living. I love experiencing the highs and the lows, making it up as I go. I don’t believe that becoming an adult means you have to give up the adventure and uncertainty of youth.

Conforming to society’s expectations is not the only option. Some people are genuinely worried when I tell them that I have no plans. But having a plan scares the hell out of me. If life is all about the journey, then I never want the journey to end. Because the truth is, I have no idea what to do at the destination.

I really struggled to come up with a title to this post. I floated a few ideas – 21 and Free, 21 and Travelling, 21 and Living… But I couldn’t find one that truly encapsulated what I wanted to convey. And, after writing it, I’ve realised why. I don’t want my life to be defined by one word. So I’m leaving it unwritten…

100 Days


The countdown is on!

It’s officially 100 days until I embark on my next adventure. The thought is both exciting and depressing at the same time: exciting because I leave in 100 days, yet depressing because I still have 100 days to wait.

This got me thinking. Why is it that the prospect of travel is so magical, yet for some reason everyday life is not? Why do we count down the days until a trip, believing that the adventure only starts when we get on the plane? Why do we anticipate the future instead of living in the present?

Adventure, excitement and creativity are everywhere. These are not things that are reserved for travel. They can be found everyday in something as simple as a sunrise, a smile, a song, or a hike.

The idea of wanderlust has always captivated me, but it has only been recently that I’ve realised that it can be created. To wander is to be free, and as Tolkien so wisely put it, not all those who wander are lost. And lust does not have to come with the negative connotations that are so often attached. To have a lust for happiness, adventure and life is a wonderful thing. To create wanderlust is to embrace a lust for freedom, for adventure. Wanderlust is everywhere.

So rather than dwell in my depression for the next 100 days, I’ve decided to create wanderlust here at home. And I’m doing this through the #100HappyDays campaign. I’ll be searching for and documenting happiness everyday for the next 100 days. You can follow my journey on Instagram, and maybe even be inspired to sign up and start your own.

Life is what happens when we are busy making other plans. Don’t let life pass you by. Live in the moment, creating wanderlust every single day.

To My 16-Year-Old Self…

Everything is always clearer through the lens of hindsight. You are able to see what you would’ve done differently, where you went wrong, or why things happened the way that they did. But you are also able to see what you have learned, either from the experiences themselves, or just through the passing of time.

These are some things that I wish I had known at sixteen. Some of them I did know, but didn’t believe; others, I have only learned by growing up. Sure, it wasn’t actually that long ago… But in the years that have gone by since then, I’ve become a completely different person to who I was as a 16-year-old.

So this is my letter to a younger version of myself. Things I wish that someone had told me while I was going through the chaos of my teenage years. And hopefully, it’ll be an encouragement to you if you’re still in them. They don’t last forever.

(If you were in my life at 16, please know that I really enjoyed my teenage years and I’m so thankful to everyone who was a part of them. You all really helped shape me into the person I am now. This is just a case of “if I had only known then what I know now…”. But learning from the past is all part of the adventure!)


Validation is irrelevant 

Don’t ever let other people define your worth. My teenage years were filled with people trying to fit into a mould of what was considered normal. But I have some news for you: there is no normal. The status quo doesn’t exist. Everyone is unique – each person has their own likes and dislikes, their own interests, their own dreams and desires. Instead of suppressing what makes you different, embrace it because it makes you different! You don’t need other people to approve. Do what makes you happy. In the wise words of Dr. Seuss, “those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind”.

Numbers do not define you

Society is constantly rating and ranking us, valuing us as people based on numbers on a page. Age. Height. Weight. IQ. ATAR score. Net worth. Income. I suppose at the forefront of my mind at sixteen was the ATAR. The score that determined your future. In reality, the only thing that the ATAR (Australian Tertiary Admissions Rank – used for ranking students based on their performance in their final high school exams) determines is your university course. After your first semester, no one remembers their ATAR. It becomes irrelevant. And no matter how much pressure your schools and teachers will put on you, this score does NOT determine your future. So don’t let it rule your present.

It’s okay to feel

As a teenager, everything is up in the air – it’s a chaotic world, mentally, hormonally, and emotionally. Everything is magnified and intensified. But don’t try and suppress what you’re feeling. Embrace it, live it, the good times and the bad. Experiencing these emotions is what makes life so colourful. You need the dark times so that the highlights shine even brighter.

Heartbreak makes you stronger

Getting your heart broken is part of growing up. Whether it’s a relationship, a crush, or a friendship, people will let you down. Taking chances is important, but each time you do, you open yourself up to getting hurt. It’s scary. And it’s inevitable that some people will hurt you, whether it’s intentional or not. People will rip your heart to shreds, and then trample it into the dirt. But each time you have your heart torn in two, you learn to build walls – who to let in and what to let out. Being protective isn’t a bad thing. You’ll pick yourself up, carry on, and come out the other side so much stronger than you went in.

It’s not the end of the world

This leads into my next point. No matter how crushed, torn, bruised and broken you feel, life goes on. At the time it may seem like the end of the world, but when you look back on it as a much older and wiser twenty-something-year-old (I know sarcasm doesn’t translate into print…), you’ll realise how small and insignificant that moment in your life actually was. Or, better yet, how much you grew as a person because of it. Not to take away from the pain that you’re feeling now: yes, it’s real; yes, it hurts. But one day you’ll look back on that pain in an entirely different light.

It gets better

I promise you that it gets better. I don’t mean that life will get easier, that it’ll be all sunshine and rainbows from here on out. But you’ll be able to cope so much better with what life throws at you. The bullshit teenage years will end, and your adult life will begin. You’ll get to decide what you want to do, and who you want to be, and no one can tell you that you can’t chase your dreams. Life will begin.

The Power of Simply Being


Last year was one of the most intense and chaotic years of my life (aside from the death-sentence that is VCE, but that’s a story for another time…). At the end of 2012, I went on a month-long university study trip to Italy. It was insanely amazing (I’m sure I’ll one day write a post about that experience and the incurable wanderlust that I incurred as a result). Upon returning home to Australia, I madly rushed to hand in all the work required of the 12-credit-point course, as, understandably, I hadn’t done much study abroad. First semester, I threw myself back into uni, whilst simultaneously working to try and resurrect my severely depleted bank account. During my second semester, I was extremely lucky to be accepted into a six-month acting course at the National Theatre Drama School. It was an incredible opportunity, and one I wouldn’t hesitate to take again. However, 9 hours of night school, plus a full-time uni load and a part-time job hardly left any time to eat or sleep. Following this crazy semester, I took off for Europe again, studying in Italy followed by a Portuguese Christmas and New Year with my extended family. Needless to say, I returned in January this year feeling exhausted – mentally, physically, and creatively.

Before I go on, I just want to clarify something: despite the crazy whirlwind that was 2013, I don’t regret any of the decisions I made. I would do it all again in a heartbeat – the acting, the travelling… I was extremely fortunate to have these opportunities, and worked my ass off for them! I don’t look back and wish I could change the things that were; I constantly look forward, learning from every experience and using the tough times to make me stronger. It’s the difficult times that have the greatest impact on our lives, for better or for worse. I just always decide to make it for the better, living life with no regrets.

I found myself about to head into the first semester of the final year of my degree, and I was absolutely dreading it. I had taken a long and hard look at my life, and decided that whatever I wanted to do, I couldn’t achieve it in school. Life will teach you so much more than you will ever learn in a classroom. So I put my degree on hold for a semester (reassuring and promising my extremely worried mother that I would go back after a six month hiatus and finish my degree), and decided to do something that I had never done, not once, in my 20+ years of life: ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.

Of course, this isn’t quite true. I still had obligations. I worked full-time (financing my next round of travelling!). But for the first time in my life I had no extracurriculars – no training, no assignments, and no stress. And it was beautiful.

I learned the power of just being. I took up yoga. I meditated. I ran. I read (for pleasure!). I drew, painted, wrote, and played my guitar for the first time in probably about 4 years. I was extremely selfish, and took six months to focus 100% of my energy on me. And something amazing happened.

When you escape the distractions and stress of daily life, you tap into a world full of creativity, possibilities, and dreams. There are no limitations. You allow yourself to wander, to grow, and to simply be. Getting to know yourself is such an important thing, especially when you’re at a point in your life (like I was) where everything is changing, and when you’re questioning and searching for a purpose. I learned the importance of taking time out, and of allowing myself to breathe.

Unfortunately, not many people share the same outlook as I do. It surprised me how many people asked me what I was going to do with my semester off. When I replied with nothing, they tried to tell me that I had to do something with my time. But no, you don’t always have to be doing something. Doing nothing is perfectly acceptable – more than this, it is extremely powerful.

Now, clawing my way through my final semester of university (only because of the promises I made to some very important people in my life; if not for these, I’m certain I would have dropped out), working, and planning my next adventure, my outlook on life has completely changed. Sure, I still want to punch my lecturers in the face for wasting hours of my life that I will never ever get back. Sure, I still have to work, because I know that I need money to not only live, but also to fulfill my incurable wanderlust. But I take time out every day to connect with myself. I do this through running, through yoga, through meditation, and through creativity. For you it may be different. But for me, these things lead me to find inner serenity and peace, and to find myself.

Life is busy, but you don’t have to be. It’s a choice. Live the way you wish to live, follow your heart, make your dreams your reality, and discover yourself.