If you’re not an expert, it’s highly unlikely that you’ve discovered something the experts missed.

While a ‘solution’ might make perfect sense to you, it usually turns out that you were lacking a key piece of context or knowledge (possessed by the experts) which puts a cannonball sized hole right through your sinking idea.

Don’t drink bleach, you’ll end up in hospital. UV light doesn’t belong ‘inside’ your body , it’ll give you cancer.

Trust your experts. Science is falsifiable for a reason.

Still can’t find an expert to solve your problem? Become one.

Perfect timing, by nature, is a rare occurrence.

Which is why the best plans don’t rely on lucky circumstances, but are positioned to take advantage of them when they arise.

The question is not, when is the right time?

It’s how can we ready ourselves to seize the right time when it arrives?

Why is it that only children and politicians are afforded the right to public tantrums?

When child at the park has to wait longer than they deem necessary for their turn on the swing, they get a pass. Usually, a mortified parent swoops in apologetically to silence the outburst. But it’s okay. We don’t really mind. Kids will be kids and sometimes they truthfully don’t know better.

How then do we justifying the same behaviour exhibited in the playground which is our parliment?

It’s time for grown adults who need to kick, scream or name-call in order to get their point across to exit stage left.

There’s something you did today which you won’t do tomorrow even though there are plenty of thing you’ll do tomorrow which you also did today.

Change is a variable and a constant.

You might think board games would lose some of their appeal when the players can’t be in the same room.

I certainly did.

But I was pleasantly surprised to discover that, when played with the right group, online board games can be just as enjoyable as their tangible counterparts.

It’s different, for sure. Two conversations usually can’t happen at once. Controls are often clunky and take some getting used to. And , without easy access to facial cues, it can be harder to read people if you’re playing something sneaky.

But you also get to sit in your own house. In your own room. In your own pyjamas. You can mute yourself, or quickly duck out and grab a snack when it’s not your turn, without anyone noticing.

Online board games are both social and private all at once.

If you’ve got nothing better to do, commit to a quick Google search and message four of your best friends. It’ll more than worth it.

If someone, a company, an organisation, or a brand spends energy on fooling you for their own amusement, benefit, or profit, are you the fool?

Or are they?

Is fooling people good business, or just foolish?

It’s been a big year. Let’s choose to spend the rest of it spreading earnest generosity and hold back on the rest.

A list of things I found buried in my yard today, after pulling up some brick pavers to make room for our garden: a collapsed tent; a small foam mattress cover; a rusted razor scooter; a broken hula hoop; an extendable mop handle; a shovel handle; six large logs; a tealight; a lighter; copious cigarette butts; a wrapper for a chocolate bar (expired in 2012); a small, colourful, inflatable swimming pool; a pair of deteriorating shoes; many pieces of duct tape; some plastic bags; a piece of carpet; and finally, the small bone which stopped me in my tracks.

Police are investigating tomorrow morning, as soon as the sun is up.

We’ve been meaning to start a veggie patch for a little while now, but the back of our unit is paved end to end in red suburban bricks. Today, I finally cleared the space to make it happen.

Which left me asking the question: what can I actually grow here?

The fences around our house create a lot of shade, so the plot is going to be comprised mainly of leafy vegetables and herbs;

  • spinach thrives in part sun when grown in Australia’s warm climate. It benefits from loose, nitrogen rich soil;
  • basil enjoys a little more sun than spinach moist, neutral PH soil. Basil plants should be watered whenever their topsoil is dry to the touch;
  • rooting vegetables like potatoes can also be handy additions to shady gardens. Potatoes prefer a lot of sun (despite growing underground), but can be grown in shade as the cost of some crop yield;
  • peas can be grown in shady gardens, but need plenty of room underneath the ground to anchor the plant. They don’t like nitrogen rich soil, so they’ll be going on opposite sides of the garden;
  • garlic can be grown in partial shade and thrives when planted deep in neutral PH soil, making it an ideal neighbour to basil;
  • onion can be grown in part shade,
  • finally, I eat so many cherry tomatoes that if I’m going to grow anything, I have to find a way to grow them too. Our garden bed isn’t going to give them the sun they need, so the plan is to pot some of these guys and move them around to make sure they get as much sun as possible throughout different times of year;
  • … same goes for chilli. If for some reason I can’t get out to the shops, I’ve got to have chilli.

That’s it. I’ll likely do a post with some pictures once the garden is all set up. For now, we just have to plan a socially distanced trip to Bunnings; we were running low on toilet paper anyway.

Birthdays rub me the wrong way. None moreso than my own. I don’t think this is the right way to feel, but it is how I feel.

Stop me if my desperate need for genuine validation is showing, but the idea of undue celebration or praise makes me sick.

That moment when you realise that the nice person in the foyer after your show is saying all the nice things about your work because they feel like they have to, brings me dread.

I despise my birthday like I despised the football participation trophies I got handed every year as a kid. I was crap at football. I knew it, my Mum knew it, the coach knew it, and my team knew it. But I was celebrated anyway. Why?

Why should I be celebrated for simply surviving another year?

After 23 of these, I think I finally get it.

We should celebrate birthdays because surviving is an act of showing up.

Surviving is hard sometimes. So to be able to do it, year after year, with a steadfast consistency is actually quite incredible.

Birthdays are the markers we can use to measure how well we are undertaking the delicate work of carrying on.

Some stand out, others are bundled up, and some skip by far too fast – but there they are. Every year. One of the only guarantees we have.

I’m doing better at surviving than I was a few of these ago. For once, I’m looking forward to the next one.

There was a time at the peak of the Dutch East India Trading Company’s rule when nutmeg was worth its weight in gold.

Now that we can pick up a jar of it for less than the price of a cup of coffee, there’s no excuse to be eating bland food.

You can make magic with a cupboard full of spices, a tin of tomatoes and a kilogram of lentils.

If we have the privilege to choose what it is we eat, shouldn’t we endeavour to make the most of it?