Sunday, November 16, 2014

five ways to make the most of traveling

No matter what part of the world you’re in; whether you’re breathing in the fresh scent of honeysuckle as the world blooms around you, or crunching your way through piles of leaves with a pumpkin spice latte in hand; no doubt you are starting to feel the travel bug come upon you once more.

With the New Year approaching, a sense of anticipation is in the air. We are filled with a yearning to take more chances, learn new things, surround ourselves with like-minded people and explore every inch of this beautiful globe of ours. The time is ripe for exploration – both of the external world around us, and of our own complex and intricate internal world as well. And what better way to do that than to pack a suitcase and go on an adventure?

Whether you’re planning to head to a different country, or simply go on a weekend road trip down to the beach, I have complied a little list of travel tips to take with you into the glorious new year that we’re all going to have.

Go without expectations

Often when we plan getaways, we go with a little map in our minds of how we want everything to play out. Unfortunately, the more detailed our map is, the more likely we are to be disappointed. If there’s anything that I have learned from my times abroad (and life in general), it’s that things never go according to plan. So rather than bemoan the fact that it’s raining, or the place that you wanted to go to is closed for renovation, or your friends/partner are not as keen on hour-long hikes up steep mountains as you are, embrace the moments that you do have.  Throw away your checklist and plans, and learn to live day-by-day, taking and enjoying the opportunities that come about naturally. You’ll be pleasantly surprised by the amazing experiences that can come out of spontaneity.

Get creative

It cannot be denied that all of us have a creative side. It’s just that a lot of us are unable to find the time to express it as often or as loudly as we wish. Well, now is your chance to let it shine. The beauty of travel is that you have the time and the freedom to get to know who you truly are. So rather than spending all of the travel time that you do have on the things that everyone tells you that you should be doing, such as ticking tourist sites off of your checklist, make the effort to get in touch with your creative side. Spend a morning writing, try a new dance class, paint the beautiful scenery around you, or make up a fun new game to play with your travel companions. Life is too short not to be completely, unashamedly ourselves – and to withhold our innate, unique creativity is to sacrifice who we truly are.

Explore the unfamiliar

Too often when we go on holiday, particularly to somewhere popular with a very rich history, it can so easy to spend all of our time at the tourist hotspots. I found it was hard to avoid doing that in Europe, particularly as we were catching trains everywhere, and getting to places off of the beaten track was a bit of a nightmare. While that was an incredible trip, some of my best experiences have been through hiring a car (which is getting so much more affordable than my first trip abroad, due to things like the RelayRides airport rentals initiative) and getting well away from the tourist destinations: exploring the ruins of castles in Frances, finding 1950s style diners in the desert in America, chilling out in a field with some buffalo, driving through wheat fields listening to Billy Joel with my family, and finding teensy tiny little Christmas markets in the storybook villages dotted around rural Germany. That’s not to say that you shouldn’t make an effort to see the historical monuments and natural sights that are so popular, because usually they’re popular for a reason. But at the same time, make an effort to branch out in the real heart of the place you’re visiting, because you may just find that your trip is the richer for it.

Meet new people

While I love traveling with my friends, partner and family, traveling solo for a few weeks was one of the best things that I have ever done. Everywhere I went I met the most incredible people and heard so many awe-inspiring stories. It’s not that there aren’t incredible people around you right now, nor that they don’t also have fascinating stories to share, but there is something about travel that opens us up. We feel a strong sense of wanting to share and listen that is often absent from our day-to-day lives.  Whether you’re traveling alone or in a group, make an effort to get to know those around you, and really connect with your fellow human beings. You’ll be a much wiser and more empathetic person for it, I promise.

Use your travel time to evaluate where you are in life: clarity most often comes when you have space to reflect

As I said earlier, so many of us are time-poor and it can stop us from getting in touch with who we really are. So many of my epiphanies have been abroad, and everyone I know who has been travelling has said the same. It’s not just because a change of scenery can give a new perspective, but also because it may very well be one of the only times that you have to really get to know yourself. It all sounds a bit touchy-feely, but it’s also true. How many of you devote some space in your day to just sit in silence and breathe? How many of you have the time to lie on your back in the grass, pondering the universe, life and death? If you’re anything like me, your answer will be rarely to not at all. Traveling gives us that much needed freedom and space to reconnect with our thoughts and ourselves. So rather than busting out your mobile phone or music as you trek through the unknown, immerse yourself fully in the moment and let yourself be fully alive, something that we don’t often allow ourselves to do.

So, now that I have shared a couple of my travel recommendations, it’s over to you guys:  What is your number one travel tip? Please share in the comments field below J

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Monday, November 10, 2014

intrinsic vs. extrinsic goals

If there’s one thing that anybody knows about me, it’s that I love to set goals. Love with a great big capital L. While I’m not entirely sure where I would be without them, having never actually given it a shot, chances are I would spend my days lying in the sun with a good book (by good book I mean re-reading the Harry Potter series for the 10000000000 time) and drinking my body weight in earl grey tea. Now on the surface that doesn’t sad bad at all (actually it sounds amazing), but as I get older I am starting to learn more and more about how vital it to nourish your mind, body and soul in a variety of different ways.
While I usually reach the goals that I set in regards to my mind and soul, I have never quite gotten the hang of the body part of equation. It wasn’t until midway through this year that I realised why those goals weren’t as achievable at the others, even though they weren’t any more difficult: the intention behind them was not the same.
Most of my goals are for myself and myself alone: I set them because working towards them and meeting them is fun, and it fills me with a sense of accomplishment. These aren’t goals that I make with the expectation of impressing anyone other than myself; they are simply a tool I use to move forward (and not read every single day away) and satisfy my creative side.
However, my exercise goals have always been different. Though being a coeliac vegetarian means that I don’t have to worry about my weight, my body certainly isn’t the kind that would grace magazine covers or wind up on someone’s instagram as fitspo (don’t get me started on fitspo. Worst. Thing. Ever.). I’m equal parts bony and soft in alllll of the wrong places, and despite being a staunch feminist often have to swallow my pride and ask my husband to open jars for me because I’m just too darn weak to do it myself (I must stress that I’m not weak because I’m female, I’m weak because I have been too lazy to build up my upper-body strength).
Due to having a touch of low self-esteem when it comes to my figure, when I have set exercise goals it has been with the intention of changing my body. And while I’m a little ashamed to type this, always being the first to loudly say that looks don’t matter, the only reason I attempted to change my body shape was to impress other people. I certainly wouldn’t feel any differently about myself were I to suddenly wake up with abs and buns of steel, because that sort of thing doesn’t matter half as much to me as say, good grades and kindness. But a small part of me couldn’t help but think it might be nice to look appealing in order to gain the approval of others.
Needless to say that, as is the case with most people, my desire to impress others was simply not a strong enough motivator to combat my deep set loathing of exercising. So any fitness goals that I have had have lasted maaaybe a month or so before I have crawled back to the couch in defeat.
However, something has happened over the last year that has turned my ‘move’ goals from extrinsic into intrinsic. This past year I have been a bit unwell, and it was when I went in for surgery that I realised my body wasn’t working quite as well as I have been used to. While there isn’t much I can do about that side of things, it was a great big wake up call to just how awesome being healthy actually is. I realised how much I appreciated my body: not in terms of how my body looks, but in regards to all of the things that it does for me: I can walk, dance, run, sing, smell, taste, hear, breathe, see. And hell if I don’t want to look after it as well as I possibly can.
I have since started running and joined a lunchtime boot camp – two things I have previously avoided like the plague – and am already feeling far healthier and stronger. Where once I would have said things to myself while attempting to run like ‘no pain, no gain’, now when I feel like giving up I remind myself that I love and care for my body, and it is this intention that keeps me going forward.

So many people, such as myself, attempt to ‘get healthy’ for all of the wrong reasons. We do it out of a place of hate; out of the idea that we’re not good enough as we are. Getting outdoors and moving shouldn’t be about trying to force your body into changing. Rather, it should be about nourishing ourselves because we want the very best for the skin, bone, fat and muscle that we call home.

We need to stop trying to mould our bodies to fit to match the unrealistic representations of men and women thrown at us constantly by the media, and start appreciating and caring for the bodies that we do have, no matter what shape or size, simply because we recognise how completely awesome they already are.

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Monday, September 1, 2014

Hi, my name is Kaylia and I am an introvert

Joel and I are finally saying goodbye to one-bedroom apartment life and are making our way on up into the world of houses and having room to breathe. In anticipation of our upcoming move, I have been going through all of my stuff and throwing out as much of it as possible in an attempt to curb the hoarder habits that I seem partial to. I have managed to keep the most random things over the years (post-it-notes, beer mats, weird little knick-knacks that I completely forgot about as soon as I shoved them into a drawer somewhere), and amongst this junk that I was certain was important when I stowed it away because ‘it holds memories’, I found my old diaries. While I never managed more than ten entries, I did start a new one every year from the age of eleven onwards, so it was interesting to see how I grew and changed up until my last diary at age fifteen.

Of course by interesting I mean horrifying. I was not a very nice person at all, spending most of my time complaining about my parents and my friends in a way that I would never dream of doing now were I to discuss my arch nemesis (side note: I don’t actually have an arch nemesis but I am quite partial to the idea, so if you know anyone interested in the position get them to contact me). While the notes scribbled in class between myself and my friends that I also kept reassured me that being a complete tool was not exclusive to me and is probably a part of this whole growing up thing – and we all grew up to be not so bad so I don’t think the early teenage years adequately demonstrate the kind of person we are (at least I truly hope not) – the diaries also affected me in a different way. Because underneath all of self-absorbed prose about clothes, boys and what ‘so and so said to so and so’; and borderline crazy rambling of a girl about to embark on a full-blown eating disorder – the theme of being deeply unhappy ran rampant throughout.

While I ended up throwing all of that stuff out because I don’t particularly want to remember myself, my friends and those years that way, so I can’t write it out word for word, by my last diary I went from the every second sentence being ‘I wish I was’ followed by pretty, confident, funny etc. that dominated the other ones, to an actual list of demands as to how I had to change to morph into some kind of caricature of the perfect person.

Unfortunately ‘nice’ never actually featured in my diary, which is a shame because that was advice that I actually could have used. However, what did feature every single time (aside from ‘thin’ – which wasn’t a surprise since I had equated being slim with happy from a very young age) was ‘confident’.

Now I have never been a confident person. Talkative? You betcha. I have gotten plenty of reprimands at school and work for that particular trait. But an extrovert I am not. This has always bothered me, because, aside from attractive, it is the one thing that media tells us we should aspire to be. No one lists ‘shy’ as something that they wish they were. No one ever wants to own up to their introverted ways (and yes, I recognise that shy and an introvert can be very different things).

However, as I get older I’m starting to get a bit tired of attempting to be somebody that I’m not. I am awkward. Always have been, always will be. I will manage to accidentally insult you/your mother/your best friend/your dog at least once during a conversation, no matter what that conversation happens to be about. As such, I may be a bit nervous in engaging you in conversation at all (though once I warm up to you and start chatter-boxing away then you can bet those accidental insults are coming your way).

It took me a long time to accept the fact that I am not confident at all, and in many social situations am downright shy. In fact, I did not really start to accept it until this year. My best friend just happens to be one of the most straight-talking people in the world, and all through high-school felt the need to consistently remind me that I was not the extrovert I so wished I was. She hadn’t brought it up in a while, and then a few months ago as we were sitting in front of my television she turned to me and said ‘I read a great article about introverts’. After explaining it to me and being met with an uninterested shrug she decided a more straightforward approach would be better ‘I thought you would be interested because you’re an introvert’. This quickly turned into a ‘no I’m not’, ‘yes you are’, ‘no I’m not’, ‘yes you are’, style argument that one seems to only have with people that they’ve known since they were little.

She has since linked me to the introvert article and after reading it, and relating to it, I finally admitted the unthinkable to myself: I’m an introvert.

I like having time to myself to write/play piano/practice yoga; I prefer to sit in my pyjamas with my friends than go out for a night on the town; I would much rather a group dinner than a party; I love long walks with just me, my puppy and nature; and I HATE talking on the phone to people I don’t know.

Since admitting it to myself I have had so much freedom and started doing a lot more of the things that I really enjoy doing, rather than simply doing things because they matched the personality of the person that I wished I was. It also turns out that self-acceptance is pretty hard to do if for the longest time you desperately pretended to be someone that you weren’t.

While confident and self-assured are great things to be, being both introverted and shy has turned out not to be so bad either. I no longer beat myself up for not wanting to go to those awkward work lunches, or to parties with people I don’t know, and instead have a lot more time for the people I love and the things I love. I no longer wish that I were something that I’m not, and am learning instead to appreciate, and even embrace, all of the things that I am.

So here’s to being an introvert and all of the blissful solitude that it brings ;)

What about you? Are you an introvert or extrovert? 

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Monday, August 11, 2014

how to live your dream life

Without exaggerating in the slightest, I can honestly say that in the last year I have come across hundreds of articles that encourage the reader to ‘follow their dreams’. I myself am guilty of writing pieces of a similar nature. After all it’s good advice, isn’t it? It’s far better to aim for what your heart really desires than convince yourself that it will never happen and live a less fulfilled life as a result. These articles are supposed to make you act; first by deciding what your dream life is, and then by devising a set of goals designed to help you reach that dream life, if only in teeny tiny baby steps.
While at first glance this all sounds great, I am starting to take umbrage with the entire idea of ‘dream life’, as it implies that the life you’re currently living isn’t good enough as it is, and is simply a waiting room for the life you want to be living.
Too often these articles ask the question: ‘are you stuck in a nine to five job?’ knowing that the answer to that for the majority of people will be a resounding yes. They then go on to argue that now is the time to start living your life, and to do so you should quit your job and open up the coffee shop you’ve always wanted/become a sky-diving instructor/make money by telling people how to live their best life. Now if that is what you want to do, go for it. However, my issue with this advice is that having an occupation that isn’t in the field you want, or simply isn’t everything your heart desires, does not mean that you are not living a fulfilled life. It doesn’t even mean that you are not living your dream life. These articles give the impression that we should not be happy, fulfilled or feel that we have ‘made it’ unless every single card has fallen into place.  
That is not to say that dreams and goals are not important, because it’s great to have things to aim for. I for one am probably the most goal-orientated person on Earth, and would probably spend all day sitting in a park with a book if I didn’t have a check list of things I wanted to get done every single day (like writing this article for instance). Nevertheless, the problem with goals, particularly if you are not happy, is that they can become a sort of life raft. You base the happiness that you may not be feeling right now on that goal, thinking that think once you reach it you can finally settle down and appreciate the here and now. However, no matter who you are and no matter how lucky you are, nothing will ever be perfect. There will always be additional goals and things that you are dreaming of that may not have yet happened, and may not ever happen. So for every dream or goal that you do fulfil, there will be thousands more waiting in the background, giving you a reason to feel unfulfilled in your current situation.
To put things in perspective a bit, eighty percent of people live on less than ten US dollars a day and 1.3 billion do not have enough to eat. If you think about that and then look around you – at the roof over your head, the food in your cupboard, the security of that boring office job – then it is quite easy to see that you are already living a dream life. You don’t need to wait for every single thing to be going exactly the way you want it to before you can stop and appreciate how lucky you are.

So despite the so-called positivity and motivation of these ‘follow your heart and live your dream life’ articles, goals and dreams aren’t what are really needed right now for many of us. Rather, we need to foster gratitude for our current situation, and the dream life that we currently have ownership of. It’s okay to have dreams – in fact, I highly encourage it. However don’t let those dreams stop you from enjoying the here and now. There needs to be far less articles that advise how to get from point A to point B in order to be happy, and more articles on how to be happy right now in the life that we are already living.

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Wednesday, August 6, 2014

how to beat those winter blues away


Ahh so it’s that time of the year again. The skies are grey, the icy cold wind is digging its way through your thick jacket and heading straight to your bones, you have become used to sludging your way around the office in rain drenched shoes, and the faces around you are glum at best. Now I love Canberra. I am the first to sing the praises of this beautiful city. But Canberra winters are the worst. The. Worst. Clearly I’m not the only one who thinks so, judging from the stormy faces around that only seem to brighten up on unseasonably sunny and warm days. Most years I hibernate, only emerging from my apartment when the cherry blossoms start to come out. However, despite my refusal to go anywhere without adequate heating, and ingesting more tea than should be humanly possible, I still find myself hit hard by the winter blues. This year, rather than sit on my butt in front of the heater with an angry expression and a mouthful of complaints, I have decided to embracetolerate the colder months. To help me achieve this goal, I have devised a little list of ways to help keep the summer cheer going right through the colder months:

Go outside. I know, it seems crazy. Who would want to go out in this? Yet despite how much I loathe my afternoon walks in the bitter cold and sleet, I find that just getting some fresh air is enough to lift my mood for the rest of the day. Or maybe I’m just so relieved to be out of the cold that I start to gain more appreciation for temperamental office heating. Either way, it’s an effective and free way to bring some spring back into my step (Spring. Like the season. Geddit?)

Meditate. You would be hard-pressed to find any corner of the internet (G-rated at least) that isn’t singing the praises of meditation. Gone are the days where one needs dreadlocks and a name like Daffodil to enjoy the benefits of this practice. Being a highly-strung person, I have found that just ten minutes of guided meditation in the morning relaxes me for the rest of the day, and also gives me a deeper appreciation of the here and now. Plus there are a million and one guided meditation videos on YouTube, so you can practice it from the comforts of your own home any time that works for you.

Coffee. All hot beverages of any type. This one is a given. Is there anything more comforting that having a warm beverage on a cold day? It’s like getting a hug from the inside…which is far less creepy than it sounds. While buying a coffee a day can be incredibly hard on the wallet (when I worked in a cafĂ© I thought it would be fun to tell regular customers how much they spent on coffee a year….most never came back after that), it’s quite affordable to bring your own tea and coffee blends to work, plus you can try a lot of interesting new flavours that your local coffee shop probably doesn’t provide (case in point: I have found a blend called ‘Christmas Tea’ and it tastes exactly how the holiday season would were it condensed into tea form).

Road trips. Spending the weekend in flannelette pyjamas with a cuddly dog and a mug of hot chocolate by your side seems pretty perfect, and it often can be, but let’s not forget that there is a whole wide world out there to explore. Road trips are great to break up the monotony of the colder months, as well as being a fun way to reconnect with family and friends away from the little glow of the computer screen. So in the next month you might like to consider taking a trip to explore nearby cutesy towns, heading to see a band you like that is playing in another city, or even just going for a skiing/snowboarding trip to help you remember the things that winter can do that summer can’t, like provide you with metres of snow to fall face-first into.

Cooking/Baking. While I love to bake, particularly this year as I have discovered that you can pretty much make an almost guilt free version of anything and it still tastes amazing (who knew you could make cookies out of chickpeas and cheesecake out of cashews?), it is never quite as fun in summer. Eating yummy treats is awesome, but sweating next to a hot oven in forty-degree heat…not so much. So try to use this winter to experiment with new recipes and make all of the comfort food that you avoid when the temperature starts to soar. Plus you also get to score brownie points from your loved ones by loading them up with yummy baked goods.

Exercise. Every single time anyone writes a list about ways to brighten your day/month/life, exercise always features. Why? Because, unfortunately, it works. I say unfortunately because I love exercise almost as much as I love Tony Abbott. Anything that gets my heart rate up and my breath ragged makes me feel horrendously unhappy….until of course I have finished the exercise, my body is filled with endorphins, and I feel a lot healthier, happier and stronger than I would have if I hadn’t done it. So yes, exercise is a fantastic way to boost your mood, plus keep you nice and healthy. Darn it.

Dream. Plan. Journal. Winter really is the perfect time to get your head in order. Summer is filled with far too much fun…plus things that are easy to do in summer, like go for morning walks/runs, are usually the first things to drop away once the mornings turn frosty. So rather than beat yourself up for letting your new years resolutions fall by the wayside, use all of this new-found free time to step back, take a look around, and start to evaluate where you are and where you want to be.

Get some good books to keep you warm on those rainy days. Why? Because reading is awesome. Full-stop. But seriously, how cool is it that all we have to do is skim over some symbols on a page to be transported into the most amazing adventures? So at least once this winter treat yourself to some new books, and spend the next rainy weekend relaxing in front of the heater or wrapped up in a cosy blanket to soak up some seriously great words and dream the chilly days away.

Watch television. Yep, you read that right. I know, I know, television is making us antisocial, it’s killing brain cells blah blah blah, but I also know this: having a movie night with family or friends is an instant mood lifter on an especially wet and windy day. I’m not advocating spending every free second glued to Days of Our Lives (not least because Days of Our Lives is an awful show), but sometimes what we need is a quiet night in to recuperate. We often feel guilty for taking that time to just enjoy ourselves. We worry that we are not being productive and feel as if we don’t have permission to just relax and switch off for a while. Well here’s some good news for you: I give you permission. Go ahead, enjoy your television. Heck, even enjoy Days of Our Lives if you absolutely have to watch it. You’re welcome.

What about you guys? Do you have any helpful tips for beating the winter blues away?

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