Comparison and Contentedness

One of the worst habits I deal with on a day to day basis is comparing myself to those around me. Are they skinnier than me? Prettier? Smarter? More successful? More spiritual? In a happy relationship? If there’s a way in which I can discover a new failing within myself, I’ll latch onto it. It’s been going on for years, but it was only the other day, after finding myself crying in bed following a conversation in which my friend told me about her happy new relationship that I began to realise the extent of the impact it was having on my life.

My own life is not terrible, by any stretch of the imagination, and that’s something those around me frequently bring to my attention. “But Georgie,” they say, “you have an amazing job/you’re doing really well at uni/you have these awesome friends/your family are so supportive/you just won a trip to Paris/etc./etc.”. It’s at this point that I bring out one of the most used phrases in my vocabulary – “yeah, but…”. Instead of accepting the positivity they’re offering me, rather than seeing my life as it appears to outsiders, I’ll whip out my half-empty glass and go on to complain about everything wrong with my life. All I can think is “well, if they have it, why can’t I? I’d finally be happy if I had that”. Instead of counting my blessings, I’ve become obsessed with my perceived burdens. I’m single. My anxiety makes it hard for me to participate. My job can be stressful. I could be doing so much more than I currently am, I should be doing so much more.

Somewhere along the line, I missed the lesson on being content with what I have, with what God has given me. I managed to become obsessed with what I could have, rather than being thankful for the blessings right in front of me.

A few months ago, my mum decided to do one of those gratefulness challenges on Facebook. At the time, I laughed at her, but I’ve come to realise that I should be adopting one myself. Living moment by moment, day by day, and focusing on all the things I’ve been given rather than all the things I’m missing out on is the first step to potential happiness.

God has these amazing plans for our lives, plans that He mapped out for us before we were even born, and they are so much better than we could ever dream of. But we need to trust in Him and His timing, or we risk sabotaging everything He is working towards in our lives. If I spend too long stuck in my room crying about what I don’t have, I might miss out on what I could have, on what God wants me to have. Remembering we’re all on our own journeys, and at different stages of said journeys, is something I really need to work on. Life is not a race, as much as I feel like it is at times. Nobody wins for getting married first, or for having the best career at the youngest age. That’s just not the point of life, and I need to stop believing that it is.

Overcoming my comparison problem and finding a content heart is not something that is going to happen overnight, but I do believe that it is something which I can conquer (with a lot of work, and help from God).

So, today I am grateful that I am currently spending a week at home recharging my batteries, and that my plans for tonight involve eating one of my favourite meals, and marathoning Psych season six with my parents. Sometimes it truly is the smallest things that can make our souls the most joyful.

georgie x

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Book Review: Jessie Hearts NYC

Most girls would be lying if they said they didn’t dream of falling in love in New York City. There’s something so glamorous about the East Coast city, and the thought of finding a cute guy to stroll through Central Park or go to a show on Broadway with would be a bit of a fairytale come true. 

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British BFFs Emma and Jessie are lucky enough to go to New York for the Summer to stay with Jessie’s playwright mum. Jessie has just broken up with a not-so-dream guy and has her eye set on her mum’s lead cast member, Ben. Both girls are obsessed with the famous city, and can’t wait to explore every detail of it (and hope to meet a few other cute guys along the way).
Finn is a New York local, desperately in love with his best friend’s girlfriend. His controlling parents and grandma are trying to force him to follow his father’s shoes into insurance, but all he wants to be is an architect.
A series of weird coincidences see Jessie and Finn continue to run into each other in a city of eight million people. Will they find love? Will Jessie be brave enough to tell her parents she wants to stay in NYC? Will Finn man up and tell his parents he wants to change majors? You’ll have to read brand new YA novel “Jessie Hearts NYC” to find out…


Jessie Hearts NYC is a cute, easy read with alternating perspectives that you won’t want to put down. Filled with amazing descriptions of New York, by the end you’ll be wishing your mum lived on Broadway so you could jump on a plane with your BFF and find your own Finn. Of course, some bits are super cliched, but it’s a teen romance set in New York, so it’s kind of expected. 
It’s a brilliant holiday read, and a perfect change from a lot of the Supernatural-themed YA books that seem to be plaguing the genre at the moment. I definitely recommend it to all teen girls (or anyone who’s a fan of the YA genre!). 


Rating: 4.5/5
Author: Keris Stainton
Pages: 255 (plus four pages of Keris Stainton’s ‘New York Top Fives’!)
RRP: $16.99
Publisher: Orchard Books 


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July 2011 Girlfriend Mini Review

In five days I’m heading back to Girlfriend HQ for a week of work experience, so I decided to do a quick review of their July Issue. 


Cover Girl: Emma Watson 
Theme: Formal
Front Of Mag Features: “What A Girl Wants”, “Why Kissing Is Good For You”, “Mind Your Manners”, “The Secret”, “The School Of Second Chances”, “Not To Be Rude, But Are You Being Stupid?” and “The Parent Survival Guide”
Highlights: 

  • Darren Criss poster. I get so proud every time I see him in magazines or somewhere exciting online. He’s getting so big, and I couldn’t be happier for him.
  • Mention of Team Starkid in “Harry Potter’s Over, Now What?” page 
  • Selena Gomez interview in which she says she hopes to come to Australia next year (oh please, please, please come true)
  • Emma Watson on the cover. Golly gosh I love that girl. 
  • “How Hot Is It When Guys…” includes pictures of DCriss and Nick Jonas, amongst many other cuties, and cool reasons like “are sweet to their grandparents” and “read”. 

Lowlights: 

  • Every second page being something about a formal. I get that they have to cater to the readers who are doing a formal, but the majority of teens only have a formal in year twelve (yes, some do have one in year ten, but not every school), and let’s face it, it’s a rare year twelve student who would be still reading Girlfriend. Maybe cut back just a little bit, GF. 
  • In “This Month” they have a picture of the Elder Wand and call it “Harry’s Wand”. I mean, Harry does end up with it, but it’s not ~his~ wand. Small facts, I know, but just slightly annoying. 
  • Formal Movie Faux Pas. The whole tone of this feature didn’t sit right with me, but I was rather annoyed when they said “A Mathlete Will Most Likely Never Win Prom Queen” and went on to explain that prom queens were popular and beautiful. Way to make all your more intellectual readers feel like crap, GF. I know you went on to say that the prom queen’s looks will fade and the nerds will be “investment bankers with sweet rides”, but that’s stereotyping at it’s highest. You just…shouldn’t have included that one. 

Rating: 3.5/5 – Buy it for the Darren Criss poster, if nothing else. 
Price: $7.95
Freebie: Beanie
(I did have scans to add, but the photo-uploader is being annoying, sorry). 

I can’t wait for my week at GFHQ (and, uh, my week at DOLLY the week after), and I’ll be sure to let you all know how it goes 🙂


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Fandoms For F*ck H8

As most of you would be aware, on Saturday New York passed the Gay Marriage act. This makes me super happy, for while I am straight myself, I am a firm believer in equality for all. I have friends who are gay, relatives who are gay, and, of course, I adore gay celebrities (and uh, fictional characters). While Australia sits over here with it’s backwards laws on equality, I found myself wishing there was something that I could do to show my support. That’s where Fandoms Against H8 stepped in. We all know I love a nerdy fandom shirt, so to combine my love of these with supporting equality, well, I was sold. Here are some of my favourites:

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Basically, there are a whole heap of shirts (and hoodies, and badges, etc. etc.) for every super popular fandom with slash ships (though you can request others). You buy them, get to wear a totally brilliant shirt, and then part of the proceeds goes towards the fight against hate. Such a perfect concept. 
I really, really want to buy the three above, but I’m poor at the moment and currently saving for two overseas trips in the coming months, plus two weeks in Sydney starting next week. My finger might just slip on the ‘add to basket’ and ‘checkout’ buttons as a special end of term treat in the next few days though…


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Featuring Frangipani Princess

I always feel honoured when people decide they like Frangipani Princess, and even more so when they decide to say something nice about it on their blog, in their magazine, or on their radio show. 
This week, I was chosen by Camilla, who blogs over at Girls Are Made From Pepsi to be her ‘Lady Of The Week’. She had some super nice things to say about me, which you can check out below. 

Jennifer Reid from Life’s Like A Cupcake, also contacted me this week asking if I’d be happy to be featured in her ‘Best Of The Blogs’ segment on Christian radio station Hope103.2FM. I jumped at the chance, and filled out some quick questions for the review, and was overjoyed at the final product. You can see the review on Jennifer’s blog here, or listen to the podcast, here

Thank you so much to both Jennifer and Camilla, I really appreciate it. 


If you would like to feature Frangipani Princess in your space, or would just like to hear my views on something, I can always be contacted here 🙂 


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Miley Cyrus: Gypsy Heart Tour

For the last four and a bit years, I have been a Miley Cyrus fan. There have been times when she has done things that have made me begin to question why I adore her so much, but then I listen to her music or watch Hannah Montana and my love returns. When I heard she was coming to Australia, I jumped up and down and squealed in excitement. Disney stars never come to Australia, so I couldn’t believe I would finally be seeing one of them in concert. I bought tickets for myself, Toong, Tam, and one of Tam’s friends, in the very first pre-sale back in April and then waited with eager anticipation for the day to arrive. Yesterday, it finally did. All week I had been flailing in excitement whenever I thought about it, and even the eight hour round trip that didn’t get me home til 3.30am couldn’t deter just how much I was looking forward to the concert.

Miley is not Hannah Montana anymore. You are more likely to see her in her underwear than you are fully clothed, but I knew this. Arriving at Rod Laver Arena and seeing thousands of mothers and their under-twelve children, though, made me begin to wonder if the majority of the world had missed this memo. While Miley was absolutely brilliant and everything I could have ever dreamed of (well, it only could have been better if it had been the Best Of Both Worlds concert in which the Jonas Brothers opened, but as I’m not in the possession of a TARDIS or a Time Turner, we’ll just have to let that one be), the Gypsy Heart Tour was definitely not child friendly. Miley spent more than half the concert in various states of undress, often gyrating around a dancer or a walking stick, and she sang songs that would have gone right over the heads of most of the concert attendees. I could only laugh when she began singing “Bad Reputation”, something which could be argued to be the current soundtrack to her laugh. 

Her cover of “Smells Like Teen Spirit” should have never been allowed on the set list, but I could hardly contain my excitement when I heard the opening bars of “7 Things”. The crowd went wild for “Every Rose Has It’s Thorn”, “Party In The USA” and “The Climb”, although I suppose there wasn’t really a song that the sold-out crowd didn’t adore. The same can’t be said for opening act Michael Paynter, who was annoyingly repetitive and, well, just generally annoying. 

Miley didn’t interact with the audience very much (unlike Taylor Swift last year who spent forever telling cute little stories and such), and said “y’all” an annoying lot, but I suppose she is from the South and it is to be expected. She barely paused for breath; one song would end and the intro to the next would start, save the minor gaps between her five or six costume changes, but it created an awesome atmosphere. Unlike her previous tour, The Gypsy Heart Tour did not include elaborately theatrical sets; it was just Miley, a band, some dancers, and a stage. With lots of lights and giant screens, of course. Our seats were in the first row of the Upper section of Rod Laver, but we could still see everything really well (although it wasn’t the ideal place to take close-up pictures, as the ones I’ve included prove). 

For a teenage Miley fan like myself, who knew all her songs and the covers she performed, and understood that she wouldn’t be fully dressed for most of the concert, it was brilliant, amazing, fantastic…I would go again, and again and again. For the little girls in the audience – many of whom fell asleep even before the encore – it was a bit of a waste of money, and just generally inappropriate. Surely mothers know how to google these things before dropping hundreds and hundreds of dollars on tickets? 
I think I preferred Tsweezy’s “Fearless” tour (can she pleasepleaseplease come back?!), but then again, the two concerts were very different and can’t really be compared. I adored them both in their own ways.

Now if only other Disney (or, you know, previously Disney) stars would follow her lead and come and tour. Jonas Brothers, I’m especially looking at you. 


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Go Back To Where You Came From

I have never been one to watch SBS. I prefer the superficial easy watching of Nickelodeon and Disney and shows on the BBC. Yesterday, however, my Geography teacher begged us to watch “Go Back To Where You Came From” and I reluctantly agreed. I didn’t know what to expect from the show, never really having an interest in Refugees and Asylum Seekers. I have known that they’re there, of course, but have never cared enough to form an opinion over the subject. I sat down and found myself on the verge of tears. I was absolutely heartbroken, especially when half the group was sent to a family of refugees in my town. As I watched, I thought of the new girls who have just started at my school, moving from Zimbabwe to seek a better life. It hit home hard, and I suddenly realised how much I just want them to all come and live here. 
I don’t really know what else to say on the subject. It’s so emotional and…I don’t even know. If you haven’t been watching, promise you’ll tune in tomorrow night at 8.30pm for the final part (unless you’ll be joining me at the Miley Cyrus concert!). Every Australian should watch. I can’t even explain how powerful and brilliant it is. 


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Conquering The Horse (AKA The End Of Public Speaking)

They say when you fall off a horse you have to get back on. That horse hurt you like hell, and you’re scared of getting back on incase it happens again, but still, you have to do it. My ‘horse’ was the Sydney Morning Herald Public Speaking Competition. I fell off it last year and hit the ground hard. I was sad and sorry and never wanted to see the bloody horse again. My teachers begged me to enter again this year, so I did. After all, the local round was a mere foal in comparison to the big horse. Falling off it couldn’t hurt me, in a way I almost wanted to fall. Falling would mean avoiding the big horse, and goodness, the further away I stayed from that monstrous thing the better. 


Unfortunately my name was called as the winner, so the horse reared nearer and I wanted to turn and run, scared out of my wits. I didn’t want to go, I would do anything in power to avoid going. Surely I would just fall off again. I cried, begged my mum not to make me go. I cried some more. Then, I was getting on a plane to Sydney. Extreme anxiety had been plaguing me the week prior to my flight. I would wake up in the middle of the night, imagining being back in the room, being back at the scene of my injury. I didn’t want to go. I barely slept last night, the night before the competition, imagining everything that could go wrong. I banned my parents from mentioning it at all, I almost vomited in the taxi on the way to the school. And suddenly, I was back. Memories flooded my mind and all I wanted to do was run. But I went in. I sat through the ten speeches before mine. I got up and gave my long term speech. No one laughed at my jokes, but it was over. I stood with the other contestants whilst they bragged about their schools, their achievements, their plans to be things I didn’t even know existed. I stood there while they agreed my speech was ‘amusing’ but that none of their friends use text speak (my topic), and while they looked down their nose and asked me how being a journalist would contribute to society. 


I still wanted to run. 


Then it was impromptu time. Impromptu was the horse that had bucked me off so severely last year. I thought I was going to be sick. It was going to happen again, I knew it. My brain was screaming “GET OUT OF THERE!” but I stayed. 


Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, it was my turn to enter the room. And I knew stuff about the topic! I was so proud of myself. The horse wasn’t going to get the better of me this time! I stood at the front of the hall, and I talked my heart out. The boy after me interpreted the topic (“The Cutting Edge”) in a completely different way, but I didn’t care. It was over. My public speaking career was finally over. I was still on the horse and could safely dismount. Instead of running out in tears like last year, this year I was able to walk out with my head held high. I knew I hadn’t made the top six (out of twenty four), but I didn’t want to. I had conquered my fear. I had got back on that horse and ridden without falling, and I was so proud of myself. I may not had crossed the finish line first, but that wasn’t the point. All I could have done was my best, and I’m satisfied I did just that. I got up there and talked about things I’m passionate about. While it may not have been politics or climate change or any other serious topic public speakers are so keen on ranting about in monotones, it was what made me happy, and I think I did it well. 


My love for public speaking had ended long ago, but I’m glad I was given this final chance to go out on a good note. Public Speaking, once again, I’d just like to thank you for the memories. We’ve had a great time, and maybe we’ll meet again in the future. 


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