Reflections: Rebirth Series

22/7/25. (9:25) 

After six days, in an enclosed container, it feels like going back to real life. 

Meeting people again. dance lessons.

Socials. Connect Groups. 

I think writing is my best gift. When I was younger, I wanted to be a journalist. But life had other plans.. so I just write for myself now. 

And now, I just prefer to leave my writing in the extended captions.. if you wanted to read my work, you'd have to go searching for it... like buried treasure. 

After my climbing partner axed me from following him, ironically it did one thing for me... It made me realise that my writing was never for the public, but always for myself. 

He's not here this week, so I have an excuse to skip climbing this week.. 😹

However, since Terence is back, I have to make my first port of call there and catch up with the brothers instead of running off to go off climbing.

That's the bestie tax one has to pay for being besties with his bro for 13 years. We have seen each other thru the years I moved back to Sydney, and he always asks after my mother, now that my dad is no longer here.

That's what friendship is like. It doesn't ask for attention. It just remains.

When Sunny asked me for Terence's photo last week, I said I didn't have any.. but I don't generally take solo pics with guys- it can be easily misunderstood, regardless of age.. (even in a carousel) 😅