That's All She Wrote

A twenty-something big hearted big dreaming writer-director based in New South Wales, Australia. I've got a passion for moving images, parked images, feminism and using my voice to do good.

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No Longer Lie In The Bed You’ve Made

And I don’t believe that the romance darling Was in the pain that wiped the smile from your face Or the tears that pooled on the pages of the book you couldn’t read The agony and your cruel thoughts Entwined as one All take and no give

No my darling It was in your feeble muscles as they pulled you upright Out of the bed you felt safe in It was your eyes as they blinked in the light that streamed Beamed From a sky that glowed relentless

But most of all it was in your small and tremulous voice As each word echoed in my mind Articulate in spite  Thank you for waiting 

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That Unwavering Need To Be 'Enough'

Whether it's intelligent enough, quick enough, strong enough, or likeable enough; the fear that we are not all of the above, all at once, holds a vice-like grip on almost every single one of us. It's that niggling, nagging voice in the backs of our over-worked minds that encourages us to believe that no matter what we do, there will always be something out there greater and more powerful than we are.

But what is 'enough'? Is it working so hard that your arms and legs fall off and your brain resembles Mum's mushy peas? Is it expending every ounce of your energy trailing behind people who don't acknowledge your existence, or care that your eyelids are drooping so low because of your lack of sleep that they look like they need to be sticky taped up?

'Enough' is that feeling from deep within that says "Yes! I didn't burn the top of my nachos!". It's those salmon-pink cheeks you have after a walk with your dog on a warm summer's evening. It's doing a reverse-parallel park on a busy street in one attempt, and doing an-absolutely-not-embarrassing dance in the driver's seat. It's crawling into bed after hitting 'submit' on that two thousand word assignment that saw you through 17 cups of tea that day.

I've learned that this illusive concept of 'enoughness' is not something that can possibly be bestowed upon us. It's not something that sits on a shelf on display, bearing our self worth and indicating our value as members of society. No, 'enough' comes from being alive, being present, and remembering that the sun will never forget to rise. And neither will we.