So, let’s go back to where it all began (AKA the blog sorted by my oldest post first)
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- One year later -Tanya’s guide to not f*cking up a 5 year old.One year later is the title of a DC Comic book event, that, well, jumped forward 1 year for all of the DC characters (Wonder Woman, Supes, Bats, the works). It was a way for DC to effectively (or ineffectively, but thats not the point) relaunch all of their characters. … Continue reading One year later -Tanya’s guide to not f*cking up a 5 year old.
- Parallels
It’s funny how life continues to sucker punch you – just when you thought you were getting the hang of it. They say that you can find parallels between any 2 things if you look hard enough, I generally agree – isn’t that kind of what those astrology sites rely on? … Continue reading Parallels - Cleaning out my closet.
I’ve spent the last few weeks clearing out my Uncles, and grandmothers, house. Nan was moved into a nursing home a few years ago, and Uncle Murray stayed living at her house. We’ve nearly finished, the house is settling in a week or so, but it has been a really … Continue reading Cleaning out my closet. - Random Sunday songs Me: 🎶Mia did a poo, a Christmas poo🎶 Mia: 🎶Tanya is very silly, she makes bad decisions🎶 You win this round, kid. #instaparent
- Closure.
Closure is a funny thing. And I’m not referring to it’s ability to tell a winning joke either. - Three-way conference I survived my first three-way conference. And I’ll be honest, it wasn’t as disturbing as I thought it would be. They should consider renaming it back to parent teacher interviews though, because I’ll be honest, I didn’t know what to expect. Good news is Mia is adjusting well, and I … Continue reading Three-way conference
- Do you remember the time I knew a girl from mars?
I dread the day that Mia tells me she doesn’t remember her Dad. Or her mum. It will likely happen. She’ll forget their voice, face, mannerisms. It will hurt. Memories are important. They’re important to me at any rate; My memories of feeling like I let a friend down pushes … Continue reading Do you remember the time I knew a girl from mars? - Emotional Exhaustion & You: A beginners guide.I wrote another blog piece. This one on emotional exhaustion. Shout out to the friend who pointed me in this direction.
- Ch-ch-ch-changes: Lessons in life, work and moving on.One would assume that I am well versed in change these days. From a completely unbiased perspective, I feel that I’ve experienced a fair amount of change in the past few years. Change is a part of life; you need to change to grow. Comfort zones are a thing though. … Continue reading Ch-ch-ch-changes: Lessons in life, work and moving on.
- Friends, and no, not the TV show. Although in retrospect Ross is a douche.
I have a list of blog posts which I’ve started, and then lost interest in and not finished. If that, my dear friends, isn’t the best analogy for who I am as a person I don’t know what is. I have one about anger, another one about values and the … Continue reading Friends, and no, not the TV show. Although in retrospect Ross is a douche. - Emotional Fight or FlightFor the vast majority of my adult life, I’ve wanted to run away. When high school got too much, when friends were hurting when life got too hard, all I ever wanted was to just, run, go away.
- Otranto – 23 August 1956 – Vale Nan.
My grandmother passed away this past Sunday. Aspasia “Soula” Voliotis was 86. She was born on 07/07/1932, the same exact day/year that her husband, Stan (or Stelios if you’re legit ethnic) was born. - 3 years later – so what have you learned?My life changed 3 years ago. Like, one of those big, life-altering moments that you hear about or see in movies. 3 years ago, my uncle died, and I inherited a small child. I’ve written about that before, that shouldn’t be a surprise to you (well, maybe).
- Perception is reality: Who you are vs who you’re seen to be.You may not be surprised to know that I have had the phrase “Perception is reality” thrown at me many times in my adult life. Used in a veil attempt to make me reconsider how I act and who I associate with. Should you really be smoking with that person? … Continue reading Perception is reality: Who you are vs who you’re seen to be.
- Reflections. And not the mirrored kind, but they’re cool too
I’ve been told that I hold on to the past too much. A good friend once said to me that I cling to my history, through rose coloured glasses of course. That’s true. Less so now but true, nonetheless. So instead of doing a post about 2018 and all its … Continue reading Reflections. And not the mirrored kind, but they’re cool too - New year, same me: I resolve to stay the same.
Full disclosure now… I’m not entirely sure what I’m going to write in this blog post, like most things in my life, I thought of something (a title) and thought I’d run with it. See where the keys take me. Fuller disclosure now… I obviously have some clue about what … Continue reading New year, same me: I resolve to stay the same. - Tanya of the past. What a dick.I’ve often explained to people that despite how bloody brilliant I am now, Tanya of the past was kind of a dick. Not just the ‘Tanya of the past’ from last week, who avoided doing something ‘Tanya of the future/now’ wanted her to do, but high-school adolescent Tanya of the … Continue reading Tanya of the past. What a dick.
- Travelling with Train: Blog Edition
Today is the official last day of my annual leave. By this time tomorrow, I’ll be caffeinated, sarcastic and have finished my first dayback at work. To commemorate my 6 weeks off (6 weeks?! Seriously, what the fuck time?) I thought I would write ablog about my time away. I’ll … Continue reading Travelling with Train: Blog Edition - I define me. Or, how Chelsea Handler’s new book made me question my entire life.
I’m reading a book at the moment, hey, don’t look so shocked, I can read. It’s called ‘Life will be the death of me’ by Chelsea Handler. She’s a famous comedian, had multiple talk shows, has released a butt-tonne of books. Her books are laugh out loud funny, and I’m … Continue reading I define me. Or, how Chelsea Handler’s new book made me question my entire life. - The Curse of The Over-Thinker
“There is nothing in this world that can trouble you as much as your own thoughts” I saw that quote this week and it spoke to me. You see, I, like many of you, over-think. Everything. Well, mostly everything. It’s fair to say that at my worst, I will stew … Continue reading The Curse of The Over-Thinker - Will the real Tanya Train please stand up? (I repeat, will the real Tanya Train please stand up? We’re gonna have a problem here)
Who am I to you? Who do you think I am? Who do you see in your mind’s eye when we have a chat? Or when you see me post? Heck, when you randomly think about me? Chances are, you all have a different version of Tanya. A different face … Continue reading Will the real Tanya Train please stand up? (I repeat, will the real Tanya Train please stand up? We’re gonna have a problem here) - (no title)I’m feeling a tad melancholy today. This is not new. There are a handful of days in the year where I get like this. Today a guy I went to high school with would have turned 36. I say would have, because he died over 15 years ago. I’ve written … Continue reading
- Checking my privilege
I haven’t blogged anything in a while. I’ve had ideas and things I wanted to post, but with everything going on in the world it didn’t seem right. My petty struggles and minor life issues aren’t something that needs amplification right now. So, I’m not going to share with you … Continue reading Checking my privilege - Death in the time of Coronavirus – Vale Auntie Lynette
I’ve heard of so many deaths lately. I’m not sure whether it is because I’m paying more attention, or whether it’s just one of those times. Like we’re existing in some liminal space between our old lives and new. It’s hard to process, really. With so much badness, every day, … Continue reading Death in the time of Coronavirus – Vale Auntie Lynette - 5 years later. A letter to my past self.
The picture attached came up in my timehop today. 5 years ago I thought I was cursed, 2 weeks after, my uncle passed away and I inherited a small child. So this is a letter to my past self. - Hang on, you hate what?
(Or, a list of things that irrationally make me angry). I’m tired. The kind of tiredness that sleep won’t fix. I’m tired of the hate. I’m tired of being angry. I’m tired of the bullshit nothingness that seems to emanate from everywhere right now. Everything feels numb and frustrating at … Continue reading Hang on, you hate what? - Live through this
I’ve been hesitant to write about everything – Covid, lockdowns, vaccines – partly because it’s such a controversial topic and I have no room in my fuck budget to deal with people’s opinion on all of it, and the other part because my writing has largely been unfiltered – it’s … Continue reading Live through this - Getting to know you – Tanya edition.
I thought for the first blog of the year I’d write about myself. Why? Because fuck you, that’s why. Seriously though, this is not your typical “my favourite colour is purple, my first car was orange and I once drove to NSW because I was bored”, I’m talking more of those inner ‘Tanya Truths’. The ones that make me feel uncomfortable. - These are a few of my favourite things
I really made a choice when I said I would write one blog per month. The month has tick tick ticked away and I have written all of five dot points. I have no real sense of what to write about this month, so I’ll stick to what I know … Continue reading These are a few of my favourite things - Friendship Archetypes
Welcome to another entry in the “Tanya forces herself to write something” category. This one came to me while I was thinking about my circle of friends. I have a healthy circle of friends and consider myself lucky to have an awesome group of people who I get to live … Continue reading Friendship Archetypes - Nostalgia ain’t what it used to be (AKA F*ck you Aslan)
The title (well, part of it…) is one of them witty quotes floating around. You’ve probably seen it on some random post, meant to make us think, then giggle and then continue doom-scrolling. It feels like the older I get, the more complicated my thoughts on previous “good times” become. … Continue reading Nostalgia ain’t what it used to be (AKA F*ck you Aslan) - The New Normal
I keep hearing how everything is finally getting back to normal now. Praise jeebus, everything is getting back to the way it should be. Packed shopping centers, commuting, being stuck in traffic, having to be around swarms of people – is that what you want? That is the normal you … Continue reading The New Normal - Insta what?? InstaParent.
I’ve tried to rein back with what I write on here about Mia. Primarily because I want her to feel safe, and never feel like her day to day life is canon fodder for my blog, but secondly because… it’s the new normal, yeah? It’s every day, it’s a moody … Continue reading Insta what?? InstaParent. - Things that keep me up at night
I’ve mentioned before that I have anxiety. It is something I’ve struggled with on and off for the past 15 or so years. I spent a lot of time trying to identify what my triggers were and how to avoid them. (I’m a control freak, I hate public transport, I … Continue reading Things that keep me up at night - Welcome to my TAN talk. (Life Lessons)
I completely missed posting in the month of October, and I then I got so in my head about stuffing up my “1 post a month” thingo that I just didn’t bother. Then I gave myself a break (progress over perfection). Anyway, no real idea for a post has manifested … Continue reading Welcome to my TAN talk. (Life Lessons) - Dragonflies and Worms. Vale Carla.
I’ve spent a silly amount of time trying to figure out how to start this piece, classic Tanya has already written a heap, but figured out the start would be future Tanya’s problem. It’s me, hi, I’m future Tanya. That’s the thing yeah? There is no cool or smooth way … Continue reading Dragonflies and Worms. Vale Carla. - Ten Years On
Ten years ago, I lost my uncle and gained a daughter. I thought I understood grief – I didn’t. Turns out, it’s not something you move past. It’s something you carry, together.
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