2 years later, it hasn’t gotten an easier. I still struggle to accept the fact that I can’t pick up the phone and hear his voice whenever I need a little advice. I’m not sure if it will ever get easier. I still haven’t learnt how to live without my king. So here’s one more letter with all that I wish I could tell daddy right now.
This week two years ago was the happiest and scariest week of my life. We had the first performance of 'The Addams Family', but we also received news of dad's aneurysm and Malta's first COVID-19 case. The past two years have literally been life altering, but I believe that I've really grown from these experiences.
I know I don’t look particularly fit or athletic, but at this point, this is therapy. Pixie thoroughly enjoys the sessions too. (It’s taking a lot of courage for me to post these images.) This week I shared one of the biggest challenges I’ve been struggling with for most of my life. I described how... Continue Reading →
What started out as an exercise to reflect on my blogging and writing skills, led to the idea of creating a series of reflective posts. In a year when theatre and the arts were practically halted to a standstill globally, I had to take a minute to reflect on how lucky I’ve been to get the opportunity to take the stage several times this year.
November and December are always exciting months for my family and I, as right after Halloween we start preparing for Christmas. Saying that we love the holiday is a bit of an understatement. Under normal circumstances, we would have fully decorated mum’s house for Halloween and had a massive party. On the first of November... Continue Reading →
Since writing the post about my dad, it’s been incredibly difficult to write down my thoughts. Thoughts are constantly flooding my overthinking brain. It’s just been incredibly difficult to express myself. These are some incredibly raw emotions that I finally managed to express, that clearly show the vulnerability I’ve been experiencing over the past weeks. Hopefully it’s the start to regaining my writing mojo.
As we’ve already established, I celebrated my birthday this week (and the 10th survival anniversary, for those of you who haven’t read about that yet). I have been lucky enough to grow up enjoying quite ‘elaborate’ celebrations for my birthday. I am always on the lookout for occasions to ‘celebrate’ - throw a party, host... Continue Reading →
This post has been a long time coming, but sometimes life throws us curve balls which put us completely off balance, and the past weeks have been just that. I cannot say that I was completely removed from society during this isolation period. There were days I just had to leave the house and go... Continue Reading →
As a little girl The Little Mermaid was my number one movie and the VHS tape was always on repeat. I used to sing all the songs but close my eyes whenever Ursula came on screen. Of course now I dream of playing that role and belting ‘Poor Unfortunate Souls’ on stage, but I digress.... Continue Reading →