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.
Tag: 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 … Continue reading Dragonflies and Worms. Vale Carla.
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 … Continue reading Welcome to my TAN talk. (Life Lessons)
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, … Continue reading Things that keep me up at night
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 … Continue reading Insta what?? InstaParent.
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? … Continue reading The New Normal
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 … Continue reading Nostalgia ain’t what it used to be (AKA F*ck you Aslan)
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.
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.
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
Insta Parent 