Bliss and Mayhem

    The human condition has fascinated me forever. As a past over-thinker, I really enjoyed observing, analysing and forming assessments of that way and the why  people behaved and interacted.  What makes people tick, made me tick.  But with this over-thinking came plenty of anxiety because I would play words, ways things were said or not said, over and over and over again. It would bring on that anxiety of making me question my responses to situations; whether I acted correctly, said too much, not enough and was the entry point into the tailspin of paranoia and anxiety. Observation is beautiful - taking on someone else's story can be soul destructive.  Let me explain.  I've practised this outlook now for a couple of years since I got sick. You know that saying "don't make a mountain out of a mole hill?" I was the QUEEN of being constantly worried about what people thought of me. To say the right things, to be acknowledged, to be heard and most importantly,

       Many moons ago, I was successful in acquiring a job in management.  Looking back now, I can see that my boss at the time was quite instrumental in the way that I learnt how to manage people and teams. In a way, he became a business mentor to me and provided me with priceless knowledge and information that I to this day use in work and life on a daily basis.  "Try to do 3 things that is not part your normal scope of work every day" he would say. I managed 2 departments with quite a few staff members in a fast paced environment. Where KPI's and deadlines were crucial and if our teams target weren't met - the flow on effect would impact deliveries, warehousing staff and most importantly our consumer. So everyday, I would start the day by logging on to my computer, go through reporting, check on staff and after about the first half an hour, I would pick three things that I would tackle on top of the day to day work load. This could range from something that

 As promised many, many months ago, welcome to my best Bali tips series! - Bliss and Mayhem style. We will cover heaps of topics throughout this series, so that when you are ready to book that trip of yours – you’ll be well and truly armed with so much information about where to stay, what to do and see, where to shop and so much more.   So. In the wise words of Molly Meldrum, “Do yourself a favour!”   Bliss&Mayhem Recommends   ** from cheapest to most expensive**   Grand Sinar Indah – Legian   Where:  Jl. Padma Utara, Legian, Kuta, Kabupaten Badung, Bali 80361, Indonesia   How much: Rooms start from $30 per night   What’s so great about it: This is my favourite budget accommodation so far and we will definitely staying here again. Because we love the tourist hub of Legian – it is close to all our favourite eateries, bars, massage places and more.   With 2 full size pools – all rooms over looking these, room service 24/7, super clean rooms and great working air

     " You feel deep sorrow and sadness."  "I cannot see Joy in you." I must tell you, it was extremely confronting but somewhat relieving to hear those words.  On my recent trip to Bali, I made an appointment to see a a Monk Healer that on our previous trip, treated Steve for his sciatic pain that he was experiencing in his hip and back. I had reached out onto social media searching for recommendations of treatments to help him as he had gotten to the point where he was struggling to walk. My girlfriend messaged me and hands down recommended him to see Dr Suhu, who had treated her for the last few years in Bali.  I was willing to give anything a go.  Steve had one treatment with Dr Suhu. Since that day, no more sciatic pain.  Dr Suhu has an amazing presence about him. Being in his space, instantly calms your soul. It feels like you are cocooned in a warm hug even though he hasn't yet touched you. I've never come across that type of energy before. In

 " Let's go camping" "It'll be fun"    And it really was. The End.   Just kidding. That would've been the quickest and shortest post possibly in the history of blogging. But it does give you premise to how part of the conversation initally started.   I am not a camper. To repeat, not a camper. My idea of camping is in a caravan, at a caravan park with running water, toilets and showers. The idea of doing the whole bush thing, squatting to do poos and wee's freaks me out. But, I am and yes person to experiences so when the opportunity arose - there was a firm "yes" from me, despite my hesitation.  We went for two nights and three days.  I packed supplies enough for us to be stuck in the wild for two months....   I literally brought with us {including the entire house!} 17 cans of spaghetti and baked beans! There was going to be no shortage of sustenance or farting!   I still pinch myself to the beauty of the area that I live in. B

 I think it'll be three years soon that I would have been typing words onto this blog. Three years of stories, ideas and most importantly a release of sorts, coming to this website, opening the back end and watching the blinker tick away while i hang for a moment and the fingers start tapping like a mad woman. Here was me thinking that my next post would be all about my recent trip that I returned back from in Bali. I even made notes on my phone for post ideas, photographed that crap out of stuff - like a blogging boss!  - with the plan to do a series of posts about Bali. So why did I just open this fresh post up and type in "fear of people seeing". Truth - My book. I have stage fright.  Truth - My blog, I feel like no one and everyone sees this.  Second truth - Both truths are really bullshit truths. Blogging can be quite lonely. Unless you have "made it" and even that, what does that mean?? There is so many of us that purge away, create, write, press pub

  I am the daughter of migrants. My parents migrated from Poland to Australia in the 80’s during a big movement of Europeans migrating to Australia. They arrived in Melbourne, after claiming asylum in Austria under social and economic distress. Their story, which I only heard in full a few years ago, still blows my mind away. My parents left Poland during a time where there was much unrest in their country. Communist rule governed the nation. There were national curfews in place, food and housing restriction and control. You could get stopped on the street at any time by the police and they could arrest you and didn't need to let your family know where you were. If you were out in public after 10pm, you had better had a good reason; otherwise there was the possibility of being arrested and detained. Waiting in line for food for hours upon hours was the norm. Not being allowed to own a business for longer than 7 years and then handing back your livelihood to the government was st