1. I used to hate cooking (as you’ll know if you’ve read this post). Partly because I was rebelling against my mum, and partly because it looked so damned hard and time-consuming. Today, I’m all about convenience. I’m also lucky that my mum and two sisters are very good cooks and whip up a scrumptious five-course meal (with paired wines) in the blink of an eye.
I’m not a surfer (I’m definitely more of a beach bum), but I reckon I’ve cracked the code on the psychology of surf dudes. And what’s more, I think we could all learn A LOT from it.
Growing up, I watched my mum (and my dad!) dash out to work to support our family. I didn’t appreciate how full-on it was for her. She’d dart back from work to collect us from friend’s houses, or clubs, throw together a healthy dinner for five of us (sometimes extra humans including boyfriends, next-door neighbours, and our friends), scale a mountain of washing and ironing and then create packed lunches for us all so we could start over the next day. She must have been permanently knackered. She never stopped (she still doesn’t to this day!) But we were happy, and so was she.