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06/10/2026

🇦🇺📝 Travelling around Australia with the creator of (my) life.

“Noticing a lot of unawareness”.

An interaction with a lady in Shark Bay, really brief as it was. Absolutely broke me.

It was the simplest off handed comment, it cut me to my core, and it broke the Dam that I had been building up like a well engineering beaver.
The emotion flooded out of me, and I was an inconsolable shell for over 36 hours.

However, it was exactly what I needed.

The lady didn’t know my story and I didn’t know hers.
She didn’t know the challenges I had to overcome to take Khloe with me on the road or the immense anxiety I have every moment we leave the motorhome together.
I will never know if the reason she made comments about Khloe in a negative way was due to being attacked by a dog in the past and she was locked in a fear state based on an activated memory.

The lady came up off the rocks startling Khloe, which in return scared the lady with Khloe’s loud barking.
Her reaction was assuming the situation and to make comments.
Mine was to immediately take offence and cry.

Unawareness though, it works both ways.

If I had a look around and noticed my environment, I wouldn’t have stopped there to try and take a family selfie.
I would have relocated myself, knowing Khloe. Having the awareness of not putting either of us in that situation.
The lady could have used her awareness and seen that we were taking a brief photo and could have opted to come up after a brief pause or at the other side.

By not having the awareness of each other, we both reacted based on our perception of events … which could have been avoided altogether if we had just spent more time being more consciously aware?
In that moment we were both locked in a response. She chose words and I chose tears. She felt the need to address her feelings, and I obviously needed to have a big emotional release of mine.
Was it what I needed… I guess? Was It what either of us deserved. No.

The problem is, no one walks around with a whole heap of backstory around their head like a sims character.

🗣️“I never met my mother”,
🗣️“My father just died”
🗣️“I was attacked as a teenager”
🗣️ “I just lost my job”

Giving us the heads up, so that we know how to engage with that person and respond appropriately.
I’m sure at least once you’ve been there. In that situation where someone has said something and you respond stumping each other.

👱🏼‍♀️“Mums getting so old and losing her memory its driving me mad. I’m over it.”
👩🏼‍🦰“I would love to have another moment like that, my mums dead”

🙌🏻 Conscious Awareness 🙌🏻

Something I am noticing on the road is the lack of it.

The camping washing for example.

Washing is genuinely placed on the floor from the machines or the line for someone else to do their washing.
Someone’s washing that they have just paid $5 !!! for is now on the floor damp and wet or covered in sand from the wind at the bottom of the clothesline.

Awareness.

Did that person have a sick child and just couldn’t get to the machine in time to take it out.
Did that person accidently fall asleep because their body has just shut down from being relaxed for the first time in 10 years on a holiday.

Did the person hang their washing on the line in the morning, going out for the day not caring about anyone else being able to use the line.

Awareness.

In the world we are in currently, the world would be so different if people took the time to be a little bit more aware of themselves in situations and a little more aware of others.
Opening up for more understanding and compassion.

That lady in Shark Bay could have just been a miserable as***le and attacking a 28-year-old about her incredibly unfriendly aggressive dog felt like the right thing to do.
I, however, have the awareness to know I was in the wrong also. My dog did scare her, and I don’t know her story.

I also have the compassion and understanding to know that I actually have nothing to do or anywhere to be.
So, I sat with my air pods in, watching a movie in the laundry room with all of my dirty washing, waiting for a machine to free up eventually. A busy mum that was trying to get back to the washing when she could after being at the pool with her kids, apologised to me, thanked me for waiting for it and not putting it on the floor and I eventually got my washing done.

Have the awareness, not to ruin someone else’s day.

Bottom Line:
Try not to be an as***le. 🏆

As always,

Love Sharn x

(Please Enjoy; the way the Selfie turned out)

29/09/2026

🇦🇺📝 Travelling around Australia with the creator of (my) life.

“Living the Dream”.

Alot of people travelling are sick.

You see so much Cancer remission, Lymphedema, Diabetes and then people who have had wake up calls like a heart attack.

Then you have the people on the road who are travelling because they lost someone young and don’t want to miss out on life like they did in the end.

The bottom line of it all is the hamster wheel of needing to see it all before it’s too late.
This constant loop about time running out.
Never having enough time.

So many people are waiting for the right time or the money or the retirement.
Do it in your prime.

I know me saying this is incredibly rich because I had the decision made for me in a lot of ways, through my mum who in the above category lost someone who didn’t get to do it all before time ran out.

Which is exactly why 2 generations of woman are now living in the motor home ‘Mothers gypsy” because of the dream my nana had that she never had the chance to follow through with.

To be completely honest for a moment.
It has taken me 2 months to get my head around living in a motorhome, and I haven’t yet come to terms with it.
There have been a lot of grief days, that I am constantly trying to re word into gratitude.

I constantly hear “What a dream your living”, “You so fu***ng lucky” and this is true. I don’t doubt this.
The problem I am having, which will eventually progress into gratitude for how life has become, is that this was never “My Dream”.

I was married for 7 Years, in a relationship for 9 years and I tried to have everything mapped out exactly how I had dreamt it.
I had the husband, the careers, I had the house and the dog, a steady income and I started my own business from the ground up.
It just wasn’t supposed to be that way, regardless of how hard I tried to make it happen. Life constantly felt like I had a beautiful home on the hill with a really sh*tty retaining wall.

The evolution of me being on the road full time “Living the dream” meant that in order for my new life to expand and thrive, my old life had to be buried. So, I feel like in a way, this experience I am on is the funeral of my old life while living in the new one.
Both the grief and excitement co existing as one.

If you have ever been a wife or a partner that has been in a long-term relationship building something. You will understand the feeling I am experiencing well. You now are having to find the organic version of yourself, because very subconsciously you built that version of yourself to live up to the dream and mould to the person you were with. Your fears, insecurities, likes and dislikes you merged into what worked for that relationship, at that time. You can’t just go back to being the version you were before, because now you’re a little bit wiser, a little bit more broken but also a little bit more healed.

So, you now have to find a balance for yourself. What do I actually enjoy? What do I actually want in life? Who do I want to become?

In a way, I am so grateful to have been through this chapter young and to be able to experience it safely in the comfort of being around my mum who also knows this feeling incredibly well.

While in the moment, I don’t feel like I know how to “Live the dream” but it will land soon.
I know I will be so incredibly grateful for the experience. For the meantime I will sail through the highs and the lows and learn more about myself than I ever have before.

As always,

Love Sharn x

26/09/2026

🇦🇺📝
Travelling around Australia with the creator of (my) life.

Maybe? Just Maybe, we don’t want to meet our heroes? Or just not on a deeper level.

It’s funny how a lot of people have different opinions of what I am doing currently.

It tends to be quite split down the middle.
Some people will say “F**k that! I can’t imagine being stuck in a motorhome with my mum. We would kill each other.”
Then there is the camp of people that will say, “I wish I got to do that with my mum before she passed away or got sick”.

There is also the category of people who go “F**k Yea, do it!”

I wonder if the people who wished to have done it with their mum, sat in the first camp but only with 20-20 hindsight do they now wish they could, but probably would have tried to kill her if they were both traveling in their prime like we are?

There are so many things I have noticed about my mum that I didn’t really see before and it’s in the same space in my mind as “Don’t meet your heroes”.
In saying that, its not all bad.
It’s just interesting getting to know her differently now that were living together (in a confined space) and I’m an adult.

As an independent adult, I’m in this weird limbo because I know how to take care of myself… I have for years.
I was married, had careers, ran a home… but I’m also with my mum whose maternal instinct is to be a ‘mum’. The catch is, you must get the right balance at the right time, within the right time frame.
Let me explain.

If I am too independent and I get up early, I walk the dogs for toileting, I prep coffees, I feed the dogs, I tidy up and I’m dressed for the day to get on the road. I’m being told that “We have no where to be and were not in a hurry”

Now, If I don’t do the above and I’m having a slow morning and she’s up wanting to get going. I will hear something along the lines of “Brods and I made such a good team. We had such a routine. He just observed how I did everything and did it, so I didn’t have to. Made it so much easier”

I know I’m an eldest daughter (those who are eldest daughters understand that this right there is a major unintentional trigger. Don’t worry, I have book marked that one for my next Kinesiology Session) but I know my brother. I know the reason he has observed her and is doing all the things to “Help Out” is because he got really annoyed with the sitting around waiting to get on the road, that he did everything he could to make sure there was nothing for her to do. So, she didn’t have extra things to f**k around with.

Brods, Am I wrong?

This morning truly was a prime example of this, I’m not joking. We have triggered each other so badly as of late (Sorry “Titchy” as mum calls it. Not triggered) that mum is outside the campervan within the scrap metal that will 100% be festering with any snake species, meditating… and I’m here journalling this.
So yes, both a bit titchy.

We’re both human and we’re going to say things that upset each other. We have both done a lot of work on ourselves to think that travelling in a motorhome together in a confined space with two dogs will work, but we both have a lot more self-responsibility to know that this is not going to be all roses and easy.

Some days we just have to call each other out for how they’re smelling. While on other days we have to take ourselves on a 30-minute walk in the bush because we were being an as***le, and as***les need to go on a big walk and think about what they just said and don’t come back until they have self-reflected.

The balance of this succeeding, truly lies in us treating each other like girlfriends hanging out on a road trip over this being mother daughter time.
It’s incredibly hard to do I’m noticing but it’s not impossible.

The hardest part for mum is trying not to upset me as a mother, when it would be a normal conversation between two friends. The difference is that I have her on a pedestal. A high standard for the conversations that we are to have or can’t have, based on the emotions tied in from the triggers I have created in my life.

Past events wave moved on from, but I will be thrusted back into a memory where I got in trouble for sitting watching tv and not doing the dishes, so now I am doing the dishes first and waiting for praise that’s not required because none of us should actually care and it’s no longer the narrative. If I was with a friend, I wouldn’t expect them to compliment how well I washed the pan. I just do it. Yet I’m triggered when mum doesn’t say I have done a good job. Silly child.

Or wanting to vent about something but she comes from a place of being a mum and offers motherly wisdom which I don’t appreciate in the moment. Yet a friend will say the same thing in a phone call and it’s the best conversation I have ever heard. But I heard it yesterday… from mum?

I keep forgetting that I’m on this journey with a healed version of my mum. Forgetting all of the work she’s done because my triggers are based on the unhealed version.

The unhealed version would have gotten annoyed at me for the small things.
This healed version of her couldn’t care less. Yet I’m so titchy about disappointing her all the time. Which comes back to the pedestal that she doesn’t care to be on.

Most of the days we are annoyed with the other one, was simply down to not openly communicating how we were affected and assuming that person reacted based on our perception. How we expected that person to reply or react, or reading the body language correctly but the situation totally wrong.

My mum is my hero; she’s probably many people’s hero over the years. She’s been through a lot, overcome a lot and has so much to offer the world. The woman bloody travelled Australia for a year on her own having never owned a motorhome before. She just got on with it and did it. Absolutely nailed it that she came back around and grabbed me for the next run.

So, to sum this up I guess… Sometimes we just need to engage with our mums like they’re a friend.
Take the pedestal away and the expectation of it being your “Mum” and chat girlfriend to girlfriend.
You would actually be surprised at how much changes and how different the relationship becomes when you do.

As always,

Love Sharn x

30/06/2026

Little back story… ⏮️

Last night I changed accommodation and stayed in an apartment building.

Everything was perfectly normal until 11:30pm.

Suddenly the smoke alarms went off in our apartment.

No fire. No smoke. No emergency.

My body immediately froze.

All rational thinking disappeared. I didn’t even think to check the hallway or see if anyone else was evacuating. My nervous system had completely dysregulated.

Everyone who knows me knows I’m prepared. I have an emergency evacuation bag for my dog, an evacuation plan at home, and I usually think clearly in stressful situations.

This reaction was so unlike me, and honestly, it scared me.

I barely slept. I was awake until 6am, staring out the window, trying to move the energy through my body, exhausted but unable to settle.

Today we travelled from the Gold Coast to Brisbane. As we got closer, I could see the apartment buildings getting taller. My body shut down again.

Then I found out we were staying on the 59th floor.

I spiralled.

The fear felt immediate, visceral and overwhelming. I sat on the bed gripping it with everything I had.

Then something changed.

Instead of letting the monkey keep flying the plane, I took back control with my breathing.

📦 Box Breathing
• Inhale for 4
• Hold for 4
• Exhale for 4
• Hold empty for 4

I visualised tracing each side of a box with every breath.

Between rounds, I grounded myself.

👀 4 things I could see.
🤚🏼 3 things I could feel.
👂🏽 2 things I could hear.
👃🏼 1 thing I could smell.

I repeated this until my breathing returned to normal.

Then I cried.

I let the feelings move through instead of pushing them away. I validated what my body had experienced, moved the energy, and allowed the charge to pass instead of storing it.

Our nervous system isn’t trying to work against us—it’s trying to protect us.

Sometimes all it needs is for us to gently remind it that we’re safe.

Take back the controls.

The monkey doesn’t have to fly the plane.

You do. ✈️

26/06/2026

Day One. ✨

Today marked the beginning of my Advanced Breathwork Facilitator Training with the incredible Chris and Shanni from Infinity Breathwork & Coaching.

As someone who believes that safety always comes before transformation, I’m so excited to deepen my knowledge in becoming an even more trauma-informed facilitator.

Over the coming days I’ll be expanding my skills in:

🤍 Holding safe, regulated spaces for larger groups.

🤍 Understanding the importance of staying within my scope of practice.

🤍 Learning how to confidently facilitate powerful group experiences while ensuring every participant feels seen, supported and safe.

🤍 Continuing to honour the nervous system as the foundation of healing.

The more I learn, the more I realise that holding space isn’t about having all the answers—it’s about creating an environment where people feel safe enough to reconnect with themselves. Vulnerability & Safety = Healing

I’m incredibly grateful for this opportunity to continue learning and growing. Every opportunity to deepen my knowledge is another step towards creating safer, more intentional spaces where people can reconnect with themselves through Brave Integration. I truly believe we never stop learning, and every experience like this helps me become a more grounded, trauma-informed facilitator who can hold space with greater confidence, presence and care.

Here’s to stepping outside my comfort zone, expanding my capacity, and becoming the facilitator my future clients deserve and I believe I truly can become.

Lots of love,

Sharnee 🤍

07/05/2026

Not all healing looks like progress… until one day it does.

Many of my clients come to me after trying multiple pathways —
psychology, medication, support systems — and still feel disconnected from themselves.

That’s because healing isn’t just mental.
It’s our nervous system.

This testimonial is a reflection of what happens when we go deeper.

Through kinesiology, we don’t just talk about healing —
we integrate it.

✨ Releasing stored stress and trauma
✨ Regulating the nervous system
✨ Rebuilding a sense of safety within

This is Brave Integration.

A space where you’re seen, supported, and guided back to yourself.

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