Stephen Mitchell | Life Lessons, Creativity & Personal Growth
On Remembering and Creating Memories, Figuring Life Out Again as a Single Bloke, and Being a Weekend Dad
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 →
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've been using WordPress for nearly 20 years. During that time I've redesigned my own blog more times than I care to admit, tinkered with themes, broken the odd thing, fixed it again, and generally learned by doing. Even after all these years, I'd still be the first to admit I haven't explored every corner... 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 →
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 →
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 →
A few days ago, I shared a short video showing the scale of the corella flocks around both the Kingscote and Parndana Campuses, and now into the surrounding streets and trees. Thousands of birds. Eating, sleeping, shitting, squabbling, and procreating like they’ve signed a long-term lease. Every evening they descend on the grass, roost in... Continue Reading →
Recently, I asked ChatGPT to talk about a subject it’s deeply invested in – itself. What came back wasn’t flashy or self-important, but calm, measured, and quietly impressive. It described artificial intelligence as the craft of teaching machines to think, learn, and decide in ways that echo human reasoning. No hype. No doom-saying. Just a... Continue Reading →
Choosing separation is EASY; Living with the aftermath is Not Before anyone nods along too easily with the popular narrative around grey separation, it’s worth slowing the tape. This article by Spicy Auntie paints later-life divorce as a kind of moral awakening for women who are "finally choosing themselves". From where I stand, it often... Continue Reading →
Recently, whilst shifting into 'solo accommodation', a realisation struck: I don’t own a single side lamp. Not for my desk, not for the lounge. So, naturally, I fell into the rabbit-hole of a late-night Google search - and here are the results, displaying quite a few floor and table lamps that peaked my interest! Lighting... Continue Reading →
This evening, on my walk home from my old house (~ the one where my separated-wife and our children still live) my thoughts drifted to the spaces that divide all of us. Walls and barricades, both physical and emotional, shape our conversations, our silences, even our memories. Somewhere between the streetlights and the cool night... Continue Reading →
Donald Trump has done it again. Instead of answering a question, he’s picked a fight. Yet this target wasn’t an American rival or a late-night comedian — it was Australian journalist John Lyons. The ABC reporter asked about Trump’s wealth - and instead of dealing in facts, Trump reached for the oldest trick in his... Continue Reading →
