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.
Category: personal
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 … Continue reading Death in the time of Coronavirus – Vale Auntie Lynette
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 … Continue reading Checking my privilege
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 … 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)
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 … 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)
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 … Continue reading The Curse of The Over-Thinker
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 … Continue reading I define me. Or, how Chelsea Handler’s new book made me question my entire life.
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 … Continue reading Travelling with Train: Blog Edition
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 … Continue reading Tanya of the past. What a dick.
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 … Continue reading Reflections. And not the mirrored kind, but they’re cool too
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