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(Don’t) Do your best

They say that life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans, and last week this is exactly what happened to me. It was supposed to be a week of getting things done – the annoying little tasks on my to do list that had been put off for weeks because they were either extremely time consuming or extremely boring – or both. I’d declared it my ‘power week’ – a week of blasting through procrastination, of being productive and also making progress on the planning stages of our home renovation. It was going to be great and I…

Saying no and saying yes

It’s now one week until moving day, so of course we’re in the thick of packing, right? Wrong! We’re currently in Brisbane escaping the Melbourne winter and spending some time with family. Good times. The last few weeks have been a blur of broken sleep, teething, packing and trying to get organised for our move. It’s been exhausting. My past antidote to this state is to go on a little trip somewhere, but that kind of spontaneity hasn’t really been possible over the last year due to the realities of life with a baby. But this time I decided to…

The regret of change

Buying our house in the country is the biggest emotional purchase we’ve ever made so it’s only natural to feel some trepidation right? Yes, we have invested in property before but it never felt that life-changing. This is much different. It’s ours. For a nomadic type this has been something to get my head around. Commitment. Gulp. Buying a home was my idea. It kind of crept up on me over the past year and I allowed the idea to permeate my consciousness instead of making up excuses as to why it wouldn’t work and quickly burying it – my…

Why I started this blog

As of today, its been about a year since I started my recovery from burnout. A year since I hit ‘delete’ on my to do list, and blew up my life as I knew it. I’ve done a lot of thinking. Decompressing. It’s been great. I have slowly unravelled from a period of overwork that I now see lasted the best part of five years. They say there is no substitute for time, and unfortunately for us Type-A’s, that really is true. The irony that the hardest thing of all is actually doing nothing. For ‘doer’s’ this is excruciating. After…

Coming home nearly killed me, but I wouldn’t change it for a second

Almost two years have passed since my husband and I repatriated home to Australia – a move I had looked forward to for years – yet never imagined it would push me to the brink of a breakdown. Ten years in London, gone in the blink of an eye. We didn’t have to come back of course, but there was a yearning we’d both felt over the years, a pull that had increased with the start of each new one. Wanting to start a family well into our thirties played a part no doubt, and having a baby in a…

So it begins…

Hello there! Welcome to Always In The Deep End. I’m Nicole and I’m a writer. Well, I want to be a writer you see. I’ve been writing for YEARS in one form or another – Creative writing at school, Masters essays in my former life as a Scientist and some travel and health blogs I experimented with back when blogging was semi-cool, semi-weird. The thing is, I’ve never really stuck with writing over the long term. It’s been a recurring theme throughout my life and something I’ve always loved doing since I was a kid… but for whatever reason my practice…