About Bec

One day I woke up and realised I was a piggy bank sitting on the shelf gathering dust. Then God took a sledge hammer to my bulging belly and gave me wings! Stubby pig wings... I'm still waiting for my elegant eagle wings.

For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

-The Good Book

Blogs and things.

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Mar 25, 2018

How to be a Christian when you are a Whinging Self Obsessed Prat.

Mar 25, 2018

Have a Crack. Turn up, even if you suck at it.

I attend Church every Sunday, so, yay for me. I’m generally hoping, well let’s face it, expecting God to turn up because, you know, where two or more are gathered and all that jazz, so I’ve kind of got him over a barrel there. Cheers God.

Mar 25, 2018

Feb 2, 2018

White Label

Feb 2, 2018

I’ve been thinking about updating my personal brand.

You know, maximising my potential. Promoting my awesomeness.

So, I did some research and found my starting point.

“What do you wish for people to associate with you when they think of your name?”

Gosh. SO much. I mean first of all, I want people to be thinking about me and my name. A LOT. I want to be a constant in their newsfeed, swishing past with witty posts, deeply engaging content and organic reach that would make a vegan blush.

Feb 2, 2018

Dec 15, 2017

Badass Bingeing

Dec 15, 2017

It’s not what you might say that scares me, it’s that you might say nothing at all.

This statement has been rumbling around in my head for a few months. Quietly clever prose that I stored away ready to share when I had discovered some eloquent framework to hang it on. A punch line so to speak.

Blogging gold.

A punch in the guts to a God who at times seems so silent I feel as though I’m underwater, caught in a vacuous rip of forlorn hopelessness.

Because he’s not always the most chatty fellow.

Dec 15, 2017

Sep 15, 2017

It's My Birthday and I'll Cry if I Want To

Sep 15, 2017

The day of my birth, no doubt a glorious day in the history of mankind, is to be celebrated this day.

As one reaches… lets say… the later years… birthday thoughts change.

Birthday thoughts, birthday wishes, once consumed with party dresses and gift analysis, waft towards reflection and introspection.

I’ve had some great birthdays. Like the time my new pet bird Misty Blue escaped his cage 30 mins after my parents gave him to me. Or the time Mum decided to book me into the dentist to have 4 teeth removed on my birthday… because one can’t have crowded gums on their birthday. Perhaps my favourite birthday was my 40th, when I told my husband not to buy me a gift or make a fuss… so he didn’t.

Sep 15, 2017

The Feels

She strokes her daughter’s hair, as her head lay on her lap. Gently following the curve of her hairline, her fingers caress her young, unblemished hair. As the train rocks her from side to side she gently sings their favourite song. “Mummy loves Divya, yes she does, Mummy loves Divya yes she does….”

Nothing says Christmas like an angel floating past you on your morning jog. Ok, well angel maybe stretching it a little. Ok, well jog maybe stretching it a little. But it was morning...

I am an embarrassing Mum. Like totes. I do try to be cool. Needless to say, I attracted a few eye rolls whilst attempting my first dab at the dinner table last night. Worst of all I have an unfortunate propensity for tearing up during school assemblies. Insert eye roll emoji...