My dad is simultaneously the biggest fan and blatant reviewer of my writing, and unfortunately I can’t help but mull, over every piece of advice he gives me.
Being the most chilled father on the earth, I was absolutely amazed at his disapproval of my recent allusions to living a reckless youth: one, which inevitably includes ridiculous parties and a beer-bong. (FYI, this is an engineered contraption comprised of a hose, valve and funnel that allows the participant to effectively consume a given beverage in at most, 2-3 gulps. Miraculous really!)
While he feared that I was diverging too far from my usual stance of wholesome, empowered living, my counter-argument (I hope) was valid: This. Is. Me.
Like my discussion with Papa Bear, Sheona Bello is really just a little, fluffy ball of discrepant ideas.
Me? Let me break it down for you. I am confident, enthusiastic and social, but love being alone. I am young, wild and free, yet beyond committed to everything I love. I want to be the most inspiring, motivating and empowering person you have ever met, yet I want nothing more than to live as freely as possible (and scream that vision too).
I work out but, probably have way too many cheat meals, and I listen to Norah Jones straight after a Biggie Smalls marathon. I drink 2lt of water but never pass down Tequila shots, and I love Green Tea as much as I do a full fat Demi Latte. I love David Attenborough documentaries and Sex and The City, and I love wasting time on Facebook as much as I devour a session with a great book.
I love stability and spontaneity, and I love coming home to Mum’s roast as much as I do arriving at the International Departures Lounge. I love my friends, but I love meeting strangers, and I love being comfortable as much as I love the challenge of the unknown. I love being confident and scared, bewildered and amazed. I appreciate stress and relief equally and I adore excitement and nostalgia.
I am sensibly reckless, innocently responsible and as completely, and utterly as authentic, genuine and real as possible.
The implication? Well basically, amidst my written, life-enhancing efforts WILL be references to my midnight memories and delirious thoughts. I don’t apologise, but I do hope you enjoy.