I was born at the tail end of the sixties.
I am Australian.
I have lived in England since 1997.
I have two undergraduate degrees.
I have worked in public health, research, banking, finance, insurance, retail and hospitality.
I have volunteered my time and effort for various causes.
I have travelled on every continent except Antarctica.
I am a bit overweight but otherwise healthy. I have access to healthcare.
I like to read. A lot.
I do not like reality TV.
I do not like people, as a species. Some of their behaviours baffle me.
I try to make choices based on what I want rather than what ‘society’ expects.
I am married but we are childless by choice because we like to travel.
In order to travel we have managed to avoid the yoke of a mortgage.
Since we travel and rent we cannot have a dog.
I can obtain anything I want with minimal effort, usually by buying it.
I have a bit of a struggle with avoiding consumerism and managing materialism.
As I get older I appreciate the benefits of living a simple life.
I try to practice mindfulness and minimalism.
I like the idea of being a free spirit but I am quite conservative in practice.
Is it possible to be a conservative free spirit?
I am a wannabe writer and photographer. ‘Wannabe’ because I to need more practice in order to ‘be’ a writer and photographer.
I want to record my thoughts so that I can look back and remember. Or perhaps, to look back and be proud?
Perhaps I want other people to like me? Do they like me? Will other people appreciate my efforts? What is there to appreciate?
I can get a bit paranoid.
I am forgetful.
I am impatient.
I have the attention span of a goldfish and get distracted easily.
I spend time writing notes in my diary and compiling to-do lists.
I embody first world privilege.
I suffer only first world problems.
I hope that I am more than the sum of my parts.
My husband says that I am too hard on myself.
Despite my age I am still trying to find my purpose in life.
I am hoping to discover a passion that will burn brightly.
I have everything that I need to be happy – except a dog.
So when will I feel happy?
Time is short.