Oh hi!

Ahem......Excuse me while I blow the dust off the old girl and place down some words after so long.

The reason for the sudden spring back into the blog?

It's time for an update. 

I am always touched when I get messages from people who have followed my blog. Checking in to see how things are going. 

I have to admit that an abrupt lack of activity on a blog that was written by a 20 something-year-old sharing her cancer diagnosis would be a tad alarming. Soz. 

Last time I shared my thoughts about life it was 2013....I was 23, photographing, working hard to heal my body and mind and about to be engaged.

Now I am 26, married to my baby daddy (FYI - the babies are still in the fertility freezer and will be for a few more years yet) and nearing the end of my first year of a primary teaching degree.... 

Boom. Life. 

Married. 

The day I married Cam is hands down the best day of my life. 

I still pinch myself and wish we could relive it over and over again.

I wish I had the words to express how great it felt to walk down the aisle to marry Cam.

The day was such a giant high five to life, our relationship and all of those people who have guided and supported us along the way.

I was able to make it through (just) a speech at the reception where I was finally able to express my gratitude to the amazing human that is my husband in front of all of our favourite people.

If you're a little nosy, you can check out our amazing wedding photos here. I look at them almost every day. Taken by our favourite Rachael Brown whose photos have graced this blog many times before. She has been our resident photographer through many significant parts of our lives and is an absolute gem. Seriously.

Married life is ace. Not much has changed for us. We still feel like the 16-year-olds who have just started dating (but we certainly don't look it....)

He still makes me laugh every day and makes me feel like the only thing that matters in his world.

Mr and Mrs Moore are living happily ever after. 

~

Humans crave certainty. That what we are doing in our lives means something. That we are doing exactly what we should be doing.  

There seems to be a common theme amongst my peers.

It's called a mid-20's crisis. It consists of lots of different phases.

The what-the-hell-am-i-doing-with-my-life-I'm-like-an-adult-now phase. 

The I-want-to-do-something-with-my-life-that-is-totally-amazing-but-don't-believe-in-myself phase.

The all-my-friends-have-good-jobs-are-getting-engaged-married-having-babies-and-Im-over-here-trying-to-get-my-life-together phase. 

The wait-I'm-25-how-the-hell-did-that-happen-can't-just-be-16-again-with-no-responsibilities-and-be-at-house-parties-every-weekend phase.

The I'm-getting-far-too-old-way-too-quickly phase.

The I-need-to-start-looking-after-myself-the-old-metabolism-ain't-what-it-used-to-be phase.

Am I right? Yup. 

I myself went through a multitude of phases. 

It was a very confusing time, that I thankfully shared with basically everyone around me. 

Getting to the point I'm at now has taken a lot of personal work and reflection.

I feel that between my 24th and 25th year, I grew up. 

A sense of self-worth came over me. 

One day I was like "Mate. Drop the fear. That shit ain't good for you. The universe has your back." 

Why was I not doing what I had always thought about doing? It seemed ridiculous when I thought about it.

Anyone who has followed my blogs may remember the tennis racket story?

Well, I finally got my bloody tennis racket. 

Took me a while.

My tennis racket came in the form of pursuing a career in primary teaching. 

I filled in the application form, I wrote a cover letter about myself (yuck), went through the interview and exam process and got accepted (yay but do they actually turn anyone away?)

And I am loving the challenge. 

Dropping the fear. We all have fear and self-doubt.

Seriously. Drop it. Drop it like its hot mate (When the pimp's in the crib ma drop it like it's hot.)

You will feel liberated. 

It was a huge little milestone for me. I felt like I was finally ready for the responsibility of being a teacher.

And I can truly say that once I dropped my fears and got over myself, I am the happiest I have ever been.

Because let's be honest.

There will be a mid 30's crisis.

There will be a mid 40's crisis.

There will definitely be a mid-life crisis.

And then you're like 60. And you'll go on cruises and stuff and life will be great!

Do you. Strive for what makes you feel happy.

~

I feel there's nothing else crazy important to catch you up on.

Oh and the cancer thing? 

I'm still all good.

Medically at this point, I have graduated to yearly check ups. Which I'm more than ok with.

Little freak outs about relapse do rear their ugly heads very occasionally but I tell them to get lost.

That portion of my life that defined this blog for a while is long over.

That chapter will always remain a part of this little community. Because I know that it is still helping people.

And I think that it is really important for people to see that a cancer diagnosis doesn't necessarily mean the end. It's what I needed when I was diagnosed.

But now, going forward, I want to shake the remains of it off.

Thank you to those who followed along. It was nice to have you along for the ride.

It's time to close that door now.

- closes the door, locks it and throws away the key -

Where will the blog go now?

Good question.

And I have no bloody idea.

But let's roll with it?

Ok cool.

Remember. Drop the fear. 

You won't regret it.

And for the first time.

I'll sign off as Mrs Moore.

x