I considered using this post as a re-introduction, but for all intents and purposes that would be a waste of words. My name is still Rebecca Cotzec. I still have the same job, I’m still planning a wedding and on the surface, everything is still…

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The other day, I had a realisation that knocked me for six. I first started university almost ten years ago. Ok, if we’re being picky it’s nine years, but the point is the same. I am getting old. Praise the lord for anti-aging creams. When…

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Way back when I was doing my first degree, we had a lecturer named Angelica. And Angelica was a Woman Who Meant Business. If anyone dared to sneak in late, she would stop to call them out in front of the whole lecture hall. A…

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I feel a bit sheepish writing this, as if I’m crawling into bed with a lover after an argument. An argument in which I realised approximately half way through that I was wrong and that I was acting like an arse. I feel like I should be turning to…

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Call me an optimist (or maybe delusional) but at the grand old age of 26 I like to think I know myself pretty well. I know it all might change, but for now I know what I value. I know what motivates me. I know…

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