Lydia Rees

2021 & it’s prayers MMXXI Written and Published: Lydia Rees __________________________________________________________________________ Another year is slowly coming to an end. Mariah Carey & Michael Bublé terrorise the radio, Christmas trees on display in every shopping centre, thousands of flashing lights hanging at every second house... que Lydia’s long awaited end of year blog.  Thank you for joining me for the last blog post of 2021; please note that this one is quite long so feel free to read by chapter! As always my lovelies, grab a cuppa, maybe a snack, & I hope you enjoy the read !  —    2021 , the year that God decided to take me to the next level, challenged me emotionally, broke me down just to rebuild me up again. The year that my world continued to crumble behind closed doors, forcing me to be stronger than ever in the public eye. There were times this year where I was Buridan’s donkey, pacing between opportunities & decisions that seemed...

3 Years - Mutherhood Written & Published by Lydia Rees Talofa to my 3-man audience, and welcome back to my channel. Awolla fia vlogger stamaloaaaa. I hope you have been well during these trying times. Again, I sacrifice my privacy by laying down a piece of my heart, in hopes that it shows you a different perspective. It seem that associating myself with motherhood is too strange for some, so we can just call it Mutherhood. or muther-fuc... just kidding As always hunnies, sit back, relax, grab a bevvy and read with me... _____________________________________________________________ In 2016, at the ripe age of 18, do you know what my doctor told me. " Lydia the reality is, you're more than likely never going carry or give birth to your own children. Your ovaries are abnormal and you have such a hormonal imbalance that implantation becomes too difficult ". My dumbfounded "huh?" was answered with a " basically its going to be very very difficult for you to ...

  Expensive Taste   Written by : Your dad... just kidding : Lydia Rees Talofa my hunnies & welcome to another post from your favourite wanna be blogger! I know it’s been a hot minute but perhaps this post will be some sort of explanation for my absence.  Just a friendly reminder that these posts are my personal thoughts, opinions & experiences. I do not post to seek attention, comfort of validity, but simply because my notes app is getting sick of holding them.  As always, grab a bevvy, take a seat in a distraction free environment & MANUIA  🌺 ><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>< I am a tower. Built through careful construction, quiet delegations. I am a self made tower with all its fixtures. Well rooted, strong structured. Towers are meant for nice places, to be surrounded by other impressive buildings with million dollar views. But, I’ve nev...

XX/XX TWENTY TWENTY Written and Published by - Lydia Rees Like every other year, another comes to an end and I’d like to think that I am a little bit wiser than the last. I know how silly and obvious it sounds but I am always shocked when I write these EOY blogs because the previous year, I thought I knew everything there was to know about. *mind blown moment* TALOFA my hunnies and welcome to the last blog post for 2020, the recap. As always, sit down, relax, grab a cuppa or a snack... and join me.  2020 was the year that undoubtedly shook the entire nation. For the past 22 years that I have been alive, I have never witnessed or been directly affected by a pandemic, it was something we only learnt about in high school text books yanno. COVID 19 (coronavirus) , as we all know, took the reins over many months. It consisted of international border closures, state border closures, gathering restrictions, social bloody distancing, unemployment skyrocketing, hundreds and thousands of peo...

BEFORE THE WRINKLES SET IN PLACE Written & Published by Lydia Rees Talofa hunnies. Ya girl was feeling inspired randomly in the shopping centre. So with as many typos as one can possible leave in, sit back, grab a bevvy, relax and have a read  ———————————————————————- My parents were just two middle class workers who made the brave move from Samoa to Australia in hopes for a better life for us kids. I was privileged enough to have both parents, alive and active in my life, so I know not everyone can relate. We were far from rich but also far from poor, perfectly centred at middle class. They made sure we had just enough to get by, food or none, money or none, when the sun rose and set again in the evening, we still had each other. Age 9, when my family took a trip to the beach as we often did, we reached a section of the rocks where you had to walk through a lower path of rushing water to get to the other rock. It’s harder to explain in words without a visual so bare with me. M...