 This morning I looked at my elephant tattoo in the bathroom mirror and had the sense I've had it backwards the whole time. I've always thought: it's a tiny paper elephant, but it's still an elephant. Strong, kind, loyal, reliable. There was a defiance to it, like I had something to prove. Like there is something wrong with being tiny and made of paper.
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 A journey is... a way forward. It might not always look that way, in fact most of the time it doesn't. It looks like obstacles in your path. It looks like going around in circles. It looks like going backwards, even. You know that feeling when you're lost in a new city? All the street signs look the same in this foreign language and you realise you've passed the same marshmallow-pink themed bakery three times.
 A few days into the new year, I found myself on a sandy, rocky beach. The familiar smells of salt and shellfish filled my nostrils; the sea breeze blasted into my lungs. It was quiet. The sky was blue. It could have been any old January of my life in Australia. Except that I was half a world away, in Noirmoutier, France. Instead of lazing on a beach towel, I sat huddled on a rock in close to zero degrees.
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Amy Hanis a writer based in Melbourne, Australia. She is also the founder of Creative Write-it. Read more... Archives
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