A few weeks ago I went to visit a friend who has just moved to Melbourne. We had bought ourselves tickets to the opening night of the Melbourne International Comedy Festival so the plan was to laugh ourselves silly. We had such a fantastic few days checking out the local bakeries, eating hamburgers, and wandering around Melbourne. If it wasn’t for the threat of diabetes there is a large chance I would still be there eating my weight in cake right now.
Today I thought I would write a post that is a little bit different for me. It’s a post about the things that I have found unexpectedly difficult since becoming a blogger. I use the term ‘blogger’ very loosely too, because to be a blogger you kinda have to blog, and thats something I haven’t been doing for a couple of months. Given that this blog is reasonably new to me I thought I would be so excited to write my little heart out and I would be churning out more posts than a newspaper can publish a daily edition. I am rather disappointed in myself on that front to be honest, and it’s only now that I sit down and once again try to create a blog post that I’m actually thinking of the reasons why I keep stalling when I hit that ‘new post’ button.
The 31st of January was my 31st Birthday. Yup.. 31.. on the 31st!! I can’t believe it myself. Its scary how the years go so quickly when you get older, not that turning 31 is old (I hope). It feels like only yesterday I was celebrating my 30th birthday in the most mature way possible with a trip to Harry Potter World in Orlando. This year was a little bit more sedate but I still had a great day.
Here we are, another year has passed and as usual I’m late to the party with my goals. It’s not that I haven’t had any, in fact I’ve had 2017 goals since like October. That’s how eager I was for 2016 to wrap up. It’s not that anything bad happened in 2016, in fact it was the opposite. I’m just a sucker for a good ‘new year, new me’ situation.
It wouldn’t be right if there was a new breakfast cafe in town and I didn’t go and try it. After all, breakfast is life (and so is Harry Potter.. and so is chocolate.. ok, a lot of things are life.. you know what I mean). Born in Brunswick is about 7 minutes down the road from me at the top of the North Hobart food strip. It has been opened by ex Masterchef contestant Con Vailas and his best mate Ben Korkmaz. They’ve taken an old clothes store and have turned it into a beautiful, funky, airy breakfast/brunch cafe that has great coffee and great atmosphere.
About 4 years ago some very perfect timing resulted in me going on a 4 month extended holiday around the world. Since then I have migrated back into the real world where people break up their annual leave into short sharp bursts so they don’t loose their minds at work throughout the year.
This morning I did something unusual. If we’re going to get really technical about it I would even categories it as ‘against my will’. This morning… Saturday… the weekend… I got up and went to my first Barrecode class. I was invited by a friend who went to her first class a couple of weeks ago, and against my better judgement I said I would go with her.
I’ll admit that I’m making it sound so much worse than it actually was, but the class started at 8.15am which meant my alarm was going off at ‘work day’ time. Horrific!!
Well hello there, fellow internet goers. Thanks for dropping by and reading my very first post on my brand new website www.emmaphilpott.com. Talk about an original name for a blog.
Despite it only being day one I feel it’s only right to come clean and admit that this isn’t my first blog. Fhew.. I already feel like we have no secrets from each other. I traveled for a little bit when I was younger (not that I’m old now.. 30 isn’t old, is it?!) and I started a blog to keep in contact with home. When I stopped travelling and went back to the real world my heart was so broken that I couldn’t even bring myself to look at that poor little blog sitting there all by itself.