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australian podcast awards

September 20, 2021 Posted by the writer

About 48 hours ago I discovered the Australian Podcast Awards. As can be imagined, Heath and I could not think of a better candidate for best podcasts 2021 than Heathen Down Under!

According to our Australian Podcast Awards research, it’s hard to peg our odds at gaining recognition with these cats. However, the journey of shooting in a clip and investigating sponsors made for a fun morning.

We put our hand up for the Best New Podcast award. If you’re just catching up, we’re up to episode 25! Heath and I started podcasting about 8 weeks after we met. Considering my very early career was in radio, I’ve been having the most fun ever during our weekly banter.

In our latest Sunday Surprise episode, we talk more about our Australian Podcast Awards journey so far and the corporate rabbit hole the trip spun us into. We also touch on the quirky aggression imposed by the Sunshine Coast onto the Gold Coast and Nicki Minaj’s covid rant on Twitter.

It’s so much fun…

Heath and I are getting married 26 October after meeting 10 February, it’s really soon! Interestingly, while I’ve been married three times – it’s the first time I’ve every worn an engagement ring.

karma, faith and other goodies

September 14, 2021 Posted by the writer

The twelve year anniversary of FollowMeToNYC is upon us blahg family. Every annual milestone of this site has meant something to me.

Isn’t it beautiful how the years drift by?

Once I got to New York City and my daily updates subsided, it’s not like life stopped. On the contrary, I was in my early 30’s, smack dab in the centre of midtown Manhattan, making more money than I ever actually thought about before.

Things took off in wild, wonderful ways… with heaps of shit happenings amongst the occurrences. And since I never cared for the blahg to be boo-hoo central, most of that I kept to myself.

Most of it…

Also within these pages is my constant reiteration of managing karmic occurrences and my unwavering faith. The gratitude oozing in my veins toward these realities while I’m spinning in my current “reality” is a couple books deep.

I enjoy being multifaceted. At the risk of coming off as an elitist, I feel like a majority of human beings are quite one-dimensional. That’s not a dig at humanity, simply one small view.

I have a lot of views…

Alas, my personal views pertaining to karma and faith are what’s kept me straight and were miraculously instilled in me since landing on this planet. We aren’t talking religious faith, I have a Heathen podcast after all.

I’ve never had anything to prove to anyone. I’ve been around the world, lived long enough to comment and have gracefully confirmed that intuition is the greatest gift you’ve got. If you haven’t quite harnessed yours yet, practice.

The collection of creatures I’ve rolled with more than a couple of times will likely recall my life rant around, “I don’t care where I am, it’s who I’m with.

I’m finally with who I spent my life trying to find. I can’t explain the sensation of honest destiny manifesting in the shape I’m presently residing in.

… I’m writing about it though. Trust and believe. x

birthday, marriage and more!

September 12, 2021 Posted by the writer

Hiding has suited me more than words can depict.

It’s been the best birthday weekend I’ve had to date. Since I found Heath, we’ve been inseparable. We haven’t spent a single day apart, two nights early at the start by circumstance.

There’s some cult members that lurk around this webpage who can ride back 12 years with me to the start. Back when I dumped husband one to move on with my life.

Somewhere in these pages a second and third husband are woven in for a variety of reasons. Brief spats of nothing filling a void I tried to deny was there.

It’s full now… lucky number four is official. I couldn’t be more pleased.

We spent around two months jetting around Queensland. Shout out to you guys who support the podcast. Next to my writing, it’s the most fun I’ve had with an art project.

Heath and I will be married next month, there’s all sorts of exciting news coming along with that. I’m melting back into my blahg. I’m happy I didn’t take it down, like I tend to with Interweb happenings. Online does and always has bored me, but the connections I’ve made and make are what keep me dipping in and out.

A birthday resolution is to be more consistent around here. I actually stuck with and manifested all of my birthday resolutions from last year, this year will be even better. At 43 years old, I’ve learned even when life feels the best, better is around the corner waiting to blow your mind.

My mind is blown. I spent my life looking for Heath and substituting half wits to kill the time while I wondered where he was. I went to New York City looking for him. I found myself and came back to Australia alone around eight years later because I knew it was where I had to be.

And here I am…

sun-delay-gday

December 6, 2020 Posted by the writer

Namaste blahg tribe

Here is the first Sundaze post… it’s still Sunday in Manhattan so I feel like that counts… G’day SunDelay x o x

December’s kicked off, which is concluding my twelve months to mySelf.

In 2021 I’ll more proactively participate in life… but these past 12 months have been nothing less than sacred.

The way that I drastically, and somewhat regularly, restructure my life is one of my favourite inspiration buckets. I’ve met one other person who adapts the way that I do… I’m not saying there aren’t heaps of others, I’ve just happen to personally get tied up with one.

He’s a lot of fun…

I’ve been on the beach waiting for the sun to come up every morning.

To go from living in midtown Manhattan for close to a decade, back to an essentially empty island, is like anything else in life…

50/50

I’m equally appreciative of each half.

I think that’s actually a big part of who I am as an Artist.

A lot of this year has been about me figuring out how to support myself. I’ve been supporting myself with business writing for a long time now. I’ve learned things I never expected to see and have been able to take care of myself in ways I would have never imagined.

And regardless that I have two finished books, a few screenplays, some novels, and more inked poetry than I could probably find… I can’t use creative work as a get paid tactic.

I’m not really sure why. But I think a non-profit getting people to write might be something. The podcast also is taking shape, but I hate advertising so much I don’t expect it to turn lucratively like that.

Anyways… blah blah blah.

…see you Sundaze.

crypto. sunday. got to.

December 2, 2020 Posted by the writer

Namaste visitors…

Every Sunday I’m going to pop in here. I’m sorry for talking shit about when I’ll be around.

My life has been here for over 10 years and I’m transient… to put it simple.

Simple isn’t something I really speak…

I wish I could boil and package all the things I haven’t said in a blahg and catch everyone up.

… but I also love being an absolute secret. It’s taken about five years to establish myself as that.

I reckon I’ve done alright…

After so much drama. More growth than words can say, I’m popping.

The only thing I wanted to do with this webpage was be honest. So I shut my mouth when I got to the point of not wanting to say anything.

It’s why I don’t really maintain any active socials.

It’s why I live on a big bad rock in the south pacific with a few other million heads.

Opposed to over 330 million USA kids.

… are you still “following”?

Lately I’m thinking about the puppies mainly… I’d like to find a co-host for my podcast.

I drank beer with a stranger before and danced in my back yard earlier.

I started beefing out a wallet because I finally took the time to start playing with cryptocurrency. Shame on me for taking so long…

I wrote blue gel ink poems and cried because Fronkles needed unexpected ear surgery which thankfully turned out alright.

I’m going to promise Sundays to these parts. I held myself in an anal regard of every day posts for years and, frankly, I struggled adjusting outside of that.

So let’s agree to Sunday.

Slowly but Sunday, I can bring us all back to my life. I’m starting to peek my head out of a hole to say Hi again.

… the story is nothing like you ever thought.

Love. Love.

… love.

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