Good morning peeps. How was everyone’s weekend? Awesome…? Ah, that’s great to hear!

I was very lucky to watch Powderfinger’s last ever gig in Sydney on Saturday night, which was part of their farewell tour – and I’ve got to tell you that it was a really amazing show. To be perfectly honest, I was never a huge fan of theirs, and this is the first time I’ve ever seen Powderfinger live. What can I say, I’m a late adopter (and a bit of an import). Had it not been for my brother who got the tickets months ago, and for Husband who’s been a true fan for many years, I would have completely missed this gig and been none the wiser. But I’m so glad I didn’t, cause it was so good to be in the crowd to farewell this legendary Australian band who delivered a flawless and emotionally charged performance.

I’ve always really loved watching people who are at the top of their game, who are absolutely exquisite at something, regardless of what that ‘something’ might be. I guess I’ve always hoped that, by witnessing awesomeness, it would somehow rub off on me and make me better at what I do. Does that make sense? In those moments, when I realise that I am being struck by sheer brilliance of someone or something, I make a conscious effort to completely open up my heart and my mind, and absorb everything that’s going on in hope that my creative battery can get charged by this source…