Stephen Mitchell | Life Lessons, Creativity & Personal Growth
Observations on Being a Weekend Father, Creating New Memories and Figuring Life Out
After seeing another story somewhere about a person asking ChatGPT what it would do if it were declared President of the United States, I decided to turn the question around and ask it something a little closer to home: “If you were to become Prime Minister of Australia, what changes would you make?” I was... Continue Reading →
I’ve been cleaning windows on Kangaroo Island since 2018. Flyscreens. Window tracks. The lot. I do it so everyone has a clear view. Oh, and I’m also a volunteer radio presenter at 5KIxFM 90.7. And now, I’m a KIBBA member. For quite a while I thought the Kangaroo Island Business and Brand Alliance (KIBBA) was... Continue Reading →
I've reached an age where I spend more time reading about foods that are good for me than I do reading restaurant menus. Twenty years ago, I was more interested in whether a meal came with chips. These days, I'm standing in the supermarket wondering whether garlic improves circulation and if dark chocolate counts as... Continue Reading →
One of the stranger lessons I've learnt since separating my wife is simply this: Just because a marriage ends doesn't mean my responsibilities end with it. I don't mean financial obligations or legal arrangements. Those have their place. I'm talking about something less tangible. The wellbeing of our children and their mother still matters to... Continue Reading →
I am guessing nobody noticed... Yesterday afternoon I had just over 500 subscribers to this blog. After perusing a mere handful of them, I discovered them to be deceased blogs! I really shouldn't have been surprised: A lot of people switched from blogging to vlogging, podcasts, instagram and other more visual types of getting their... Continue Reading →
When I was about ten years old, I quietly made a promise to myself that I never wanted to say goodbye to anyone ever again. At the time, it seemed like a sensible promise. Goodbyes hurt. They leave an empty space where someone used to be. So as a child I simply assumed that if... Continue Reading →
This thought hit me out of nowhere today: I don't need a partner anymore. Not in a bitter way. Not because I've given up on relationships. I simply realised I'm actually and genuinely okay. Life isn't perfect, yet I am going to be okay. A year ago, I wasn't sure I'd ever say that. After... Continue Reading →
Recently I stumbled across a word that stopped me mid-scroll – otrovert. It’s not in any proper psychology textbook as yet, and you won’t find it neatly defined in the Oxford. It seems to be one of those modern, internet-born labels. Yet the more I read, the more I thought, “Hang on… this might be... Continue Reading →
Over the last few months I have compiled an interesting and life-changing list of the many things in my life I SHOULD be, COULD be and WILL be thankful for: Things I should be thankful for: These are the solid, already-in-my-hands realities. The stuff that’s quietly doing the heavy lifting. I am alive, functional, and... Continue Reading →
I’ve never followed a god. Never felt the need to kneel or pray to something unseen. But I’ve always admired the quiet simplicity found in Buddhist teachings - not the ritual or the robes, just the way they live. There’s something deeply human about it. For me, spirituality isn’t about worship or belief. It’s about... Continue Reading →
Over the past week (1-6 Feb 2026) , I barely left the house. Partly because I could afford to - a decent window cleaning job bought me some breathing room - yet mostly because I didn’t have the energy to be anywhere else. I lay on the lounge, eyes open, staring into space while the... Continue Reading →
I voted for the Marijuana Party as a teenager. Here’s why I still would. I’ve been voting for the Marijuana Party, or whatever version of it happened to appear on the ballot, since I was old enough to vote. Back then, it felt half cheeky, half defiant. You’re young, you see a list of parties... Continue Reading →
Stephen Mitchell | Life Lessons, Creativity & Personal Growth 
[…] with XXY, and alone now, has taught me that my brain is wired differently to most – yet I…
[…] Living with XXY, and alone now, has taught me that my brain is wired differently to most – yet…