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Ways to help me stay sane during winter

  • Writer: Amanda Riddell
    Amanda Riddell
  • Feb 23, 2023
  • 1 min read

Well, if you haven't guessed, winter is when I usually end up at my craziest. Peak summer isn't great for me either, but winter is the worst. So, if you're concerned, here's some easy things that would actually help, while trying to force me into opera/classical guitar/whatever has made my mental health significantly worse. 1. Write to me. I can’t overemphasise this: I get lonely, and then I stop reaching out because I seldom got replies in the past from emailing people. Making me feel part of a community starts with reaching out to me, and it’s nice to see something in my inbox 2. Hang out with me. I’m sick of all my friendships being dependent on creative work. What that really means is that they’re only work relationships, and that’s kind of irritating. This, of course, is a missive to all those people who aren’t already my friends: it’s not meant for Lucinda or Amber or any of those friends. Coffee, movies, walks in the park .. these are all easy enough. -

Yeah, that’s pretty much the key.


I’m not going to rehearse any shows, and honestly I’ll probably be organising the movie night for mid-winter.

 
 
 

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Amanda Riddell
Amanda Riddell
Feb 22, 2023

I’m being blunt: NZ Opera and the NZSO - fuck off. I’m not selling my shit to you, and I’m not working with you.


It’s a plain no. It’s been done to death, but the answer is simply no.

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