You know what’s difficult? Adjusting to reality after something like the Byron Bay Writers Festival. I had a pretty magical time there last Friday to Sunday. It also involved quite a bit of hat-changing.
What a whirlwind of a night. The Anti-Princess Club was officially launched at Mary Ryan’s book shop in Byron Bay (my home town).
I’ve been a bit quiet on the old mama blog front of late. It’s because I’m in the middle of crunch time, making sure everything is in order for the launch of The Anti-Princess Club. It’s all very exciting.
I’ve always been pretty good at keeping my hopes down. ‘Don’t get your hopes up, Sam.’
Have you ever noticed how the word ‘princess’ evolves from term of endearment to insult as a girl grows? I’m not quite sure at what age the transition happens, but a ‘princess’ who is a teenager or woman is often being referred to as such because she is spoilt, sheltered, cowardly or stuck-up.
There’s this girl who grew up in the town next to mine. I’ve met her dad a couple of times. He’s an artistic type. Paints, draws, writes, dabbles in stand-up comedy.
Know what I love about being 30+?
I just donated to a project that encourages women to live happily with their bodies the way they are. At the same time I’m on a 30-day health kick.
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