Soul Searching for Inner Empowerment 

Throughout the years I’ve done a lot of soul searching. Searching deep into the minds of those I surround myself with, my clients, partners, myself.
I find it incredible how different experiences alter a persons mindset and perspectives, and how situations can give one person strength and cause another to sadly crumble. 
I love stories of empowerment. Not everything is meant to break us, albeit one path will always lead to self destruction, we also have a choice of strength and happiness.
One of the biggest things I have realised over time is how reliant on material things, status, or others everyone is becoming. So many people destroy themselves because they rely on others for every aspect of their lives. The NEED for acceptance, love or attention is so strong that it takes away from themselves and who they really are. There is always going to be someone with a bigger bank account, flashier car, better body or higher paid job. But no one is you.
The key to your happiness is in yourself. No one else can contribute to that until you are at peace with your internal you. Once we stop questioning ourselves and comparing our lives to that of others we become grateful and focus on our own personal needs. 
I have been at forks in my road so many times over the years. Bad choices, bad partners, stupid decisions. Each time I’ve sunk into a glass is half empty mode I do not allow myself to live there for long. My life is to live and is much to short to stay down in the dumps.
I’ve realised the key to my happiness and being fulfilled in my life, is to not rely on others to create my joy. Move on from toxic energies and mindsets and reach deep into myself to discover what will lead to my ultimate success. 

What I classify as success, will be completely different to you. What brings me happiness isn’t the same for everyone else. My journey isn’t reliant on others or comparisons, in my opinion it’s a waste of my minds energy to focus on what I don’t have. I’d rather focus on what I do, and how to better myself for me- no one else.
Be proud of you. Own your own decisions and create your personal bubble of happiness for YOU. Conquering your own negative thoughts is empowering to your soul. 

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Finding my feet as a solo mum 

I have always lived in a beautiful bubble of fantasy. Growing up I was always dreaming of the day I met my knight in shining armour, getting swept off my feet in the most romantic way possible and living happily ever after in my house with the white picket fence, having a tribe of gorgeous babies and the perfect husband. I always thought I’d end up with a man like my father. Hardworking, generous, a loving dad whose wife and children were ALWAYS at the forefront of his priorities.Never in my wildest dreams did I ever expect to fall pregnant at 19. Not only pregnant, but unwed with a man that life was never going to allow me to work out with. 

This was just not done in my family. Everyone was married with children, divorce was unheard of and everyone did live happily ever after. I thought this was the way my life was also supposed to be.

Motherhood was such an amazing experience for me. It was so natural and immediate- I knew I was meant to be a mummy. The joys I felt and continue to feel are paramount to any emotion I had ever felt in my life.
After a tumultuous relationship, I became a Solo mum by 21. I had so many emotions filling my head. 

1. Failure, I couldn’t believe I didn’t make this work. I never wanted my child to come from a broken home, I’d never experienced it myself and was terrified of the outcome for my precious child. I was scared it’d be at her detriment. Had I failed her by not sucking it up and living a lie.

2. Embarrassment, I felt completely judged by everyone. The young and dumb mother ruining her life. How was she going to handle this and who was going to have to take the reins and help me out of this mess. I was so worried about people waiting for me to continue failing and what they were saying behind my back- sometimes even to my face.

3. Fear, was I capable of this task? Was I strong enough to raise a child alone. How could I live, how could I afford this responsibility, and would I do it right? 

4. Am I a good enough mum? This question still pops into my head. 

5. Sadness. I was grieving what was, and trying to emotionally deal with everything happening in my heart and head

6. How could I do this on my own?
I moved back with my parents for 3 months to wrap my head around what was my new life. I managed to get a parttime job, and saved up enough to rent a cute little cottage nearby to them. In my first few weeks of living in this house I had an epiphany. It was a night we both got food poisoning – the WORST kind. One bathroom and both of us fighting for the toilet like it was the last piece of cake. It was a disastrous evening. Trying to be there for her when she was ill was so hard when I was also needing to hug the toilet bowl.

In this moment I realised I needed to teach her everything she needed to know to survive. I had to make sure she was capable of feeding herself, cleaning up after herself, and had the skills needed that if I was out of action for whatever reason, she could function.

I was so blessed that my daughter was always so mature for her age. Everyone always would say to me that she had been here before, she was so soulful. She really was/is.
We took to our new lifestyle as a team. Yes, she was still a toddler, but so amazingly independent she could be helpful.

We started living such an organised, routined life that everything started to fall into place without too much daily stress. 

We would wake and she would help prepare breakfast. Within a few months, she would actually get up and have a piece of fruit, pour her own cereal and get herself dressed. I could get ready for work, give her a cuddle and sit down to my coffee and a chat with her before our day started without ripping my hair out.

Then we moved on to sandwiches. They honestly looked like she had taken to a loaf of bread with a chainsaw, ripped apart and butter, jam, vegemite usually all over the kitchen – but she could do it. She was always so proud to make me a sandwich and I was always happy to indulge in her creations. Don’t get me wrong, I loved making her lunches and breakfasts but I needed to know she could also fend for herself if I was sick.

Weekends consisted of us sharing the housework. (She would often create more mess, but was trying) 

We got to a stage where, she could sweep the floor, I’d mop. She’d dry the bathtub when she’d get out, I’d use the chemicals. She would check the letterbox and remind me of bin day. It was great.
She was my rock and I was hers. I got so much of my strength from her stubborn and motivated nature. If I got stressed about money, courts or even work, she’d say “we’ve got this mummy.” And if she fell, bumped her head or needed guidance I was there for her every need.
We were closer than ever and bounced off each other’s emotions daily- it wasn’t fun if one of us was in a bad mood, but we even learnt when to give each other space and when we could be in each other’s bubbles. We both had our quirks and needs. I hate confrontation- yet she automatically brings her issues to the surface. She is so super calm, yet has a fiery temper when it decides to flare. I am quite highly strung – happily or not, I can take on any situation without giving away my feelings, hers are written all over her face. We are both incredibly stubborn, strong, sensitive, emotional and capable.
When my brother passed (her Uncle), she managed to brighten everyone’s days. The words that would come out of her mouth provided so much comfort to everyone- where did this 3 year old come from.
One of the biggest things I’ve always wanted was my daughter to feel for people. I never wanted her to have a selfish outlook on life. We are all accountable for our actions and emotions. She is very much like this. It is so beautiful to see even if someone tries to drag her down, she tries to see every situation from their perspectives.

I’ve always had a completely open conversation policy with her. If she asks I answer. Some of the topics I never thought would need discussion, however I feel being open now will avoid secrets and lies later in life. I never judge what has come from her mouth- it is my job to ensure she knows things correctly and what level of knowledge she has.
When I bought my business, this little angel took the reigns and everything we did needed both of us to make our lives work. I had to be on the ball to make sure I always had quality time balanced into each day, and she developed the understanding that at times the business had to be a priority in order for us to be financially able to survive each week. Even my clients loved seeing her each day. The last 2 years of having the business she developed so many people skills, could make teas and coffees, could sweep the floor and help me count the till. (She could have run it better than me lol)
As our lives have developed together over the years, I’ve realised being a solo parent wasn’t as scary as I first thought.

I don’t worry at all what others think of me. People still judge the relationship we have, and the conversations we have. I know she will be well prepared for her adult life and some of the situations we have been in haven’t been ideal, however together we get through whatever this crazy world throws our way. 
This insightful little human has taught me so much about myself as I have taught her. We can conquer the world. It has been an honour growing up together with her by my side 

Single Ladies day of Love

So it begins for another year. The questions, the whispers, the giggles, the dread. Why does Valentine’s Day seem to sneak up so quickly each year. It’s a holiday that fills so many with joy and excitement, love, flowers and butterflies in the tummy. I can almost see girls with emoji styled hearts popping out of their eyeballs in anticipation for what their love is going to spoil them with- is this the year he gives me flowers, jewelry or the one sparkly piece they want so much. Me…meh 
Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love Love, being in love, and Valentines Day. I’ve been that girl. I’ve been so excited for what the day would bring and so very nervous about when or how the spoils would be delivered, and mostly excited for what could be the first of a forever of valentines days with my knight in shining armour. Unfortunately I’ve never had more than 2 valentines with the one partner. I have spent more on my own than with a loved one. My only consistent Valentines is a card from my daughter (which is cherished, loved and saved for ever) 
I used to get so upset and hate being on my own for this chocolatey heartfilled day. I became the negative Nancy that would tell everyone it was such a stupid day. “It’s so commercialized, you should make your partner feel loved everyday, do we need one day of the year for this…blah blah, blah”

However secretly all I wanted was someone to share the experience with. Id act excited and happy for everyone whilst wallowing in my unworthiness of the day. My Valentines was spent groaning at a Facebook feed filled with gushing love posts while feeding myself with chocolate and wine purchased by myself, to share with my lonesome self.
I’ve now taken a new perspective on the day. There’s so much hatred in the world on a daily basis, why not have this day of the year to celebrate all the people in your life that you love. Be it your husband or wife, partner, parents, siblings or children. Love yourself for Valentine’s Day. I love life and don’t need one particular person to make the day amazing!! I’m surrounded by love daily. 

Now I embrace the day. I show myself love. I go get a massage, I take myself out for lunch and I genuinely am happy for everyone that’s all loved up and glowing. I really love seeing men turn up at workplaces with a bunch of roses, seeing couples basking in their excited love bubbles. I genuinely am happy for everyone showing the love!!

I also am looking forward to receiving the beautiful card from my baby girl, and hiding a heart chocolate a love note in her lunchbox for the day.

I think we should celebrate our love more often then February 14th!! 

Every day should be inspired by Valentine’s Day 😍

Show love everywhere, everyday to everyone 

HUSBAND REQUIREMENTS Part 1

I have been single on and off for 10 years. I’ve dated, I’ve had small relationships, I’ve been madly, deeply in love. I’ve been shattered and painfully heartbroken. I’ve been lied to, cheated on, beaten up on and taken for a ride many times.
There’s been Tinder, POF, Eharmony and plenty of other time wasting sites. I’ve tried bars, libraries, cafes, parties and weddings.

After many a blind date, kiss or message, the never-ending search for my knight in shining armour continues..

It’s getting desperate, time is running out. Family have given up on my wedding, friends always have me as the third wheel to date night, The body-clock is ticking and I am considering purchasing bulk cats now (lord, help me)

I am almost convinced that men of today want quantity of women, not quality. That the world is so disposable, there is no need for commitment as there’s always another girl waiting for her right swipe. Not me. I am hopeful for my man with the same intentions and big heart that I have. 

So I’ve decided I am going to do several posts of my future husband requirements, (then, to find him) 

Here is the first…

WANTED 

1 honest, caring, family orientated GROWN UP male. (If you have a Lego/toy collection, give silent treatment, throw tantrums, lie or are still figuring out what you want to be when you grow up, please do not respond) 

This said GROWN UP male, will have no commitment, mummy or mental issues.

He will be ready for adult activities, including, weekends away, restaurant dinners, glasses of wine, day trips to different locations, and adventuring around our beautiful country. (Pizza doesn’t count as a date) 

This special GROWN UP male will NOT ride motorbikes, or participate in illegal activities

Since he is a GROWN UP, he will work hard in his career, but be balanced with his downtime. Has set goals for his life and has already achieved some.

This GROWN UP male will not lie and pretend to be someone he is not

He wants to have children and be a hands on full time parent

This GROWN UP male will be kind, loving, funny, calm and caring. He will have a huge heart that loves his family, be centered, fun and stable.

This GROWN UP male will be man enough to realize mine and his own value. He Will prioritise his time, put the same level of effort into me as I do him, and be proud to have an amazing, strong, hardworking and sarcastic woman on his arm. 

If you have made it to the end of this profile, tick all these boxes,and realise the satire in some of my requests you must be amazing and I can’t wait to hear from you. You will be rewarded with a coffee, a chat and a hope of a happily ever after.

I’m looking for a serious contender in this game of love.

Lessons for my daughter

It was with a heavy heart today that I watched my beautiful baby embark on her first day of high school. As I watched her nervously hold her besties hand into school, I burst into tears. So many emotions controlling my mind, body and heart. I’m so proud of the sassy, amazing young woman she’s become. Proud of how maturely she handles herself in difficult, stressful situations life throws our way, proud of the gorgeous friendship she’s made with another fantastic girl.
I’m left thinking though, have I prepared you enough for this journey of the rest of your life.

You’re going to realise quickly not all humans have the same hearts as others. Some people are just plain nasty. I’ve taught you to avoid toxic energy- but will you see and realise that in a group of your peers.

 I’m hoping I haven’t focused too much on looking for the good in people, that you trust the wrong ones, and gets yourself in trouble. There are so many people in this world that will try to bring you down. Try to bully, manipulate or degrade you – they have the issue not you.

I stress about the day you want me to meet your first boyfriend. Have I taught you what you are worth, how to find a boy that respects you, is a gentleman and empowers you? 

Have I taught you, your opinions are valid. They won’t always be right, but they are worthy of being included, listened to and validated by everyone.

I’m hoping I’ve given you enough strength to make safe decisions, to know that, no matter what situation you find yourself, you always have me on your side. I will always be there to rescue you (perhaps the odd consequence, but I’m here to protect and keep you safe above all) 

Do you know how much I love and respect you? Regardless of the rules, the arguments, the silences, you are my favorite human and my complete world.

Have I taught you to believe in your own thoughts and feelings. Follow your gut, even if it means taking a different path from the crowd. Stand out, be unique and be as proud of you as I am.

Be yourself. Always. You are perfect and you are enough. 

Have you ever?

Have you ever discovered your brother was killed in an accident, whilst driving on the same road? 

Have you ever had to ring every person in your families personal phone book, to deliver the devastating news to everyone of importance, so your parents could avoid reliving the horror over and over again?

Have you ever had to write your brothers name on a cross, place it on the side of the road, and drive past it numerous times a day? 

Have you ever pushed your emotions, your heartbreak, your devastation,down into a deep, dark hole to make sure everyone else was coping instead?

Have you ever had to read a eulogy for someone so young, so close to you, someone that should still be here celebrating life’s every up and down with you? 

Have you ever had to see your parents fall apart at the loss of their son, the immense grief, anger and shock, and wonder if it would’ve been easier on them had it been me instead? 

Have you ever had to pretend that you have it all together. To pretend you are in control, even when you need to fall to pieces, stay in bed and not deal with anyone or anything? 

Have you ever had to explain to your 3 year old toddler, that the uncle she idolised, will never again be there to tease and torment her. Never again make her laugh, give her copious amounts of sour worms, and never see her grow up? 

Have you ever wanted to scream, to punch something, to lose control because it feels like no one hears you, or can understand your pain? 

Have you ever smiled, reassured everyone you’re ok, even though you are completely void of any idea how you will survive this torture.

I have .