I write this, acting more child-like than ever and, in turn, creating friendships with my brothers that I intend to last a lifetime, with or without the aid of Hamish and Andy.

Their breathless moves are fueled by strategic breathing. Tense muscles hold their posture and arabesque effortlessly. They are tired, but tired from doing what they love.

It’s not of interest to me, but I certainly pursued 75 Loose. This term, coined by a friend at the start of the year, denotes the beginning of a least-challenging year of being fast-and-loose. Well, at least the first 75 days of it.

This is proof that even cartoon celebrities can’t escape the vitriol of those wanting clout.

As I collect more life experiences, I find myself fitting the bill of a Scorpio: honest, intense, independent and not-one-to-take-bullshit.

Each day with them is a constant reminder of the plethora of emotions they support you through.

There’s nothing like the sweet relief of seeing the reminder of your aunty’s birthday first thing in the morning and sending a quick text.

Aside from the comfort it can bring, seeing someone have the same thought as me I kick myself, wishing I had debuted that thought on the internet first.

The overall mellow tone of creators' “goodbye for now, thank you for everything, follow me on Instagram” videos reminded me a whole lot of something: the early stages of dating. Bear with me, I have noticed some parallels.

I wonder if you know you were a key catalyst in my crawling out of the shell I kept myself in.

Instead of embracing flattery, we sometimes instead fiercely protect our originality; it has never been so precious.