Melbourne: Where the Coffee’s Pretentious and So Am I.
Oh Melbourne! It only took me 13 years of Sydney-siding to see you for the very first time. How I lived in Sydney for that long without having already made the visit is beyond me – admittedly I get very caught up in the day to day to grind which dissuades me from taking holidays or anything that deviates from the norm… suffice to say; Melbourne was brilliant. Not in the way that everyone had chalked it up to be, but in a way that was equally brilliant to me.
Tray of the Week, No. 1
📱 An app I deleted (again).
🖥️ A tab I can’t close.
🧸 An object I touched and put back down.
💭 A shower thought.
💌 A semi-romantic thought.
Tools for Feeling Regulated (and Still Kinda Stylish).
Trading chaos for calm, here’s a stack of digital tools, objects, and rituals helping me stay regulated, focused, and unbothered (or at least less bothered than I was last week).
I Thought I Wanted to Be Special. Turns Out I Just Want to Feel Good.
Somewhere between reaching my mid-30s and booking in more routine skin checks, something in me shifted. I used to chase things that looked impressive: the title, the chaos, the story-worthy version of my life. Now I crave low-stimulation workdays, quiet moments with my own thoughts (or a podcast), and a skincare routine that doesn’t involve the internet watching me get ready.