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I had such a good day today.I woke up early, went for a big walk along the beach, had a sauna and a swim, cleaned up a l...
05/09/2026

I had such a good day today.

I woke up early, went for a big walk along the beach, had a sauna and a swim, cleaned up a little, went to the shops and came home and started a herb garden.

Nothing extraordinary happened.

I was just… happy.

Quietly happy.

And I remember a time when I genuinely wondered if I would ever feel like this again.

There were days when I didn’t want to get out of bed. I’d drag myself out for a walk because I knew I ‘should’, but I didn’t enjoy it. I didn’t really enjoy much of anything.

It felt like the clouds had come in and forgotten to leave.

But they didn’t.

That’s something we forget when we’re in a hard season - it feels permanent while we’re living it.

But nothing stays the same forever.

There is yin and yang in everything. Light and dark. Energy and rest. Grief and joy. Seasons where we’re growing and seasons where we’re simply getting through.

And sometimes you don’t even notice the season changing.

You just wake up one Saturday and realise you’re excited to walk on the beach. You’re potting herbs. You’re making plans. You’re laughing more. You’re interested in your life again.

You can feel things again.

I don’t think finding yourself again happens in one big, dramatic moment.

For me, it happened through hundreds of tiny ones.

Moving my body. Nourishing myself. Resting. Getting stronger. Setting boundaries. Making my home feel good. Finding little things to look forward to.

And slowly, without really noticing it, I started becoming her.

Not the woman I was before.

The woman I was becoming next.

That’s what Becoming Her is about.

Not fixing yourself or chasing some perfect version of you.

Taking care of yourself through every season and trusting that no season lasts forever.

And when the sun comes back out, letting yourself feel every bit of it.

Becoming Her. Coming soon 🤍

29/08/2026

I was walking this morning in the rain, wind and grey skies thinking… I love walking on days like this.

If the weather stays like this for two or three days, I’ll be the first one complaining 😅

But for one day? I love it.

Then I thought low days are a bit like that too.

A day where you’re tired.
You eat whatever is easy.
You have a nap.
You watch TV in the middle of the day.
You cancel something.
You don’t get your steps in or clean the house or make the nourishing dinner you planned.

Sometimes those days feel SO good.

The problem isn’t having them.
It’s when one day quietly becomes two, then three, then a week… and the things that felt comforting start making you feel s**t.

So maybe instead of feeling guilty about a low day, romanticise the hell out of it.

Put clean sheets on the bed.
Make something warm.
Watch the show you’ve been saving.
Nap without setting an alarm.
Listen to the rain.
Do absolutely nothing useful.

Enjoy it properly.

Because one grey day doesn’t mean the sun has disappeared.

And one low day isn’t going to undo your habits, your progress or the person you’re becoming.

Sometimes it’s just a really lovely day to be a little bit useless.

And tomorrow, you’ll probably want the sunshine again 🤍

23/08/2026

Hard life 🤍

16/08/2026

I think we’ve been sold this idea that once we ‘work on ourselves’, we’ll eventually reach a point where we’re motivated, happy, healthy and thriving all the time.

But life doesn’t work like that. We move in and out of seasons. Sometimes we’re exercising, cooking, seeing our friends, sleeping well and feeling like ourselves… and sometimes we’re absolutely not…

Maybe the progress isn’t staying there forever. Maybe it’s recognising a little sooner when you’ve lost your rhythm, knowing what makes you feel good, and finding your way back without deciding you’ve failed.

Nobody is going backwards. We’re just human. 🤍

12/07/2026

Someone asked me last week why I was with someone who wasn’t right for me…

For most of my life I’d loved being single. I’d even been engaged, I’d had beautiful relationships and beautiful men, and I’d always walked away when I knew I was losing myself.

Then I was 36.

Suddenly 40 didn’t feel that far away. I was single, didn’t have children, and for the first time in my life I was scared.

Scared of being alone.
Scared of missing out.
Scared that maybe everyone else knew something I didn’t.

So I ignored the voice that had never failed me before and fell quickly for someone that made me lose all of my confidence and brought me the opposite of freedom…

This trip has reminded me of who I was before fear got involved.

I genuinely love my life.

I have beautiful friends. A home I love. The best dogs. The freedom to book a ticket.

I have had the most unbelievable experiences in my life and if I’d been married and/or had children I never would have been able to have this life.

Maybe there’s nothing wrong with women who choose freedom.

Maybe freedom is the life.

🤍

Ps. I haven’t given up on love, if anything I believe in it more after this trip, I just know exactly what I need/want now and I’m not scared of my life not turning out the way everyone expected it to x

lifeonyourterms

11/07/2026

Very late to posting Morocco, but maybe some places take a little longer to make sense of.

For so long, I thought healing meant quiet for me. Solitary, peaceful.

After a long time in my own head, stress, anxiety and always feeling like I just had to ‘get through,’ all I wanted was peace. Slow mornings. Silence. Space. Less people. Less stimulation. Less everything.

And I did need that.

But then there was Morocco.

The call to prayer. The scooters. The markets. The music. People talking over each other. The heat, the colours, the movement, the absolute chaos of it all.

It was loud. Relentless. Completely overwhelming at times.

And somehow, it made me feel alive again.

We don’t get one thing without the other. The yin and yang of healing. I needed the quiet to survive, but I needed the noise to come back to life.

Morocco reminded me that healing isn’t always soft, still and peaceful.

Sometimes it sounds like a city that never stops 🤍

02/06/2026

It occurred to me this week while I was thinking about how proud I am of Char on our walks, that we’re both less anxious and reactive these days.

When did I jump back on here and start my walks and routines again? December. So it’s been about five months.

Before that, there were probably six or seven months of just surviving.

If you’re in fight-or-flight right now and can’t imagine how you’ll ever feel better, this was my timeline. I’m still not all the way there, but I’m closer than I’ve been in a long time.

Over the past month, I’ve noticed Charli now walks past all dogs, even the small white fluffy ones, with little to no reaction. I’ve also noticed I’ve started smiling at people and saying good morning again. Even men…

We’re back, baby.

Slowly but surely, the clouds have started to part and the sun is coming out again.

For those still in it, at the very beginning of it, or still stuck in the situation that’s causing it, I’m here for you. You will find your way through.

The answer isn’t glamorous. It’s just getting up every day and staying consistent. Even when it feels like it’s changing absolutely nothing. Even when months go by and you wonder if you should just stay in bed instead.

Go for a little walk.

Eat some delicious, healthy food.

Start a nighttime routine.

Stay in the shower longer than you need to.

Go to bed at 7pm.

Read more.

Push yourself to see your best friends, even if they’re miles away.

Be strong at work and take time off if you need to.

Say no occasionally.

Yell at a few people and learn from it.

Don’t beat yourself up too much.

Listen to music really loudly and sing.

Cry a lot and don’t feel guilty about it.

Talk about the same things over and over. Your good friends will listen.

One day you’ll realise you’ve stopped crying so much. Stopped repeating the story. Stopped fighting what happened.

You’ll start feeling grateful again.

And maybe you’ll book a solo trip to Europe, and finally feel free enough to be yourself again.

Healing isn’t one big moment. It’s hundreds of tiny decisions that don’t seem to matter until one day you realise they did.

for those that can still be arsed reading. I used to be absolutely terrified of flying. Well actually I wasn’t then I ...
27/05/2026

for those that can still be arsed reading. I used to be absolutely terrified of flying. Well actually I wasn’t then I was. I had no fear up until I was in a little helicopter incident. Probably the most life changing experience of my life. The time that I realised I was not immortal, I was 28 too, so it was all becoming real anyway but this experience cemented it. I used to catch a ride on a helicopter to work, as you do… I was a tour guide for a pearling company in Broome. My very new partner was also a chopper pilot and on this day he had dropped me off and said before I left I don’t trust that chopper, I told them not to fly it today so question it if they’re using it. Now, for context, I never question s**t. I like to keep the peace. I didn’t this day. Jumped on, in the back with mates (all working together), and all was dandy. Seconds after take off I knew immediately something was wrong. It didn’t feel normal and I just knew. Before the 1000 feet call, I looked at the very young, very inexperienced pilot and knew he knew too. It was exactly this moment I thought, s**t, this could actually be it. What a strange time for me to die. I didn’t say a word, I just had tears falling. The pilot said brace for impact. The French man in the front was laughing hysterically, I didn’t move, Simon grabbed my hands put them on the bar and then laid over me. I am a freezer, another thing learnt on this day. We went down very quickly. I remember thinking ‘what should I be thinking about before I die’ 🤣 Typical - can’t even make a decision with impending death. I was sort of at peace though, I thought of my family and life and was like ok. This is ok. You could hear the rotor slowly moving ‘thomp, thomp.’ We landed heavily, it felt like the chopper would break under us then a huge ‘BANG.’ The rotor chopped off the back end of the chopper. We survived. All was well… Well I was alive but something inside me had changed for good. Life was finite and I now knew something instinctually that I shouldn’t have, well at least not this young. The moral of this story… In comment.

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Happy Mum’s day to all the types of Mums out there 🤍
10/05/2026

Happy Mum’s day to all the types of Mums out there 🤍

Happy Mum’s Day to all of the types of Mums out there today 🤍
10/05/2026

Happy Mum’s Day to all of the types of Mums out there today 🤍

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