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14/10/2026

Not long ago, my youngest daughter asked me, “Mum, what's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you?”

I thought to myself, Oh gosh, there have been so many! Which one do I share? Haha.

When I was younger, my parents used to have Christmas Eve parties.

Now, these weren't just any parties. They were a chance for my parents and their friends to get together, have a few laughs and celebrate before everyone went off to spend Christmas with their families.

But for us kids, they were even better!

We would pitch a tent, stock up on snacks, play bullrush, and maybe, just maybe, share one b**r between the 12 or more of us, thinking we were just as cool as the adults.

We'd watch the night sky, hoping to catch a glimpse of Santa flying past in his sleigh.

But one of our favourite things to do was drag the trampoline over to the six-foot wooden fence, which happened to have pointed spikes along the top.

We'd climb up onto the fence and jump down onto the trampoline.

Looking back, I'm not entirely sure how we all survived our childhoods!

Anyway, one Christmas Eve, we were doing exactly that.

I had my favourite denim skirt on, climbed up onto the fence, and jumped.

Except I never made it to the trampoline.

There I was, suspended in mid-air, experiencing what I can only describe as the world's most painful we**ie!

You see, somehow, when I jumped, I hadn't just caught my skirt on the fence.

I'd managed to hook my un**es as well!

So there I was, dangling from a six-foot fence by my skirt and underwear, unable to get myself down.

And the worst part?

Nobody could help me because they were all in absolute fits of laughter!

Looking back, I probably would've been laughing just as hard if it had happened to someone else.

But at that moment, I wanted the ground to swallow me whole.

Fast-forward all these years, and when I told my daughter the story, she laughed and laughed.

Of course, she couldn't wait to tell my husband, and before long, we were all having a good giggle.

And it got me thinking.

Something that once made me feel so embarrassed has become a memory that brings so much laughter and joy.

It's funny how time can change the way we look at things.

What once felt like the end of the world can become a story we tell around the dinner table.

I've learnt over the years that not everything needs to be taken so seriously.

Sometimes we make fools of ourselves. Sometimes things don't go to plan. Sometimes we're the reason everyone else is laughing.

And that's okay.

Life has enough serious moments without us holding on to every little embarrassment.

Learn to laugh at yourself, not because your feelings don't matter, but because one awkward moment doesn't have to define you.

And if there's one thing I learnt that Christmas Eve...

It's that some memories stick with you forever.

And apparently, so do your un**es when you jump off a wooden fence! 😂

Profusion Coaching

13/10/2026

“One of the most beautiful things about love is that it doesn't have to be extraordinary to be meaningful.

It's in the little moments, the laughter, the kindness, the familiar faces and the feeling of knowing you matter to someone.

Sometimes the simplest moments of love become the memories we treasure most.”

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12/10/2026

Oww, here's a conversation they say you're not supposed to have!

Politics! 🫢😬

I take an interest in politics because, well, that's what we should do, right?

I try to understand who I believe will best serve our country, our communities and our future.

And this year, I'm finding that harder than ever.

I'm genuinely shocked at times by the back-and-forth, the defensive remarks, the finger-pointing and the way some of our leaders communicate with one another.

I was going to say they're behaving like children in a playground, but that wouldn't be fair to the children!

And actually, it makes me sad.

Because underneath all the political arguments is something much bigger.

A country full of people trying to live their lives.

Some political parties appear to understand our rural communities, while others seem more focused on our growing cities.

Some understand the farming industry and what it takes to produce the food we rely on.

Others have different priorities for our land, our environment, our infrastructure and how our country should develop.

And every decision has a flow-on effect somewhere.

Which gets me thinking...

Wouldn't it be wonderful if our political parties were built around people who had dedicated their lives to understanding the different areas that make a country thrive?

I'm talking about:

- Sociologistswho study people, communities and social behaviour.

- Psychologists who understand human behaviour, development and decision-making.

- Economists who understand how money, employment and financial decisions affect everyday lives.

- Historians who help us understand where we've come from and what we can learn from the past.

- Farmers and agricultural scientists who understand our land, food production and rural industries.

- Environmental scientists who understand our natural resources and their sustainability.

- Engineers and infrastructure specialists who understand what it takes to build and maintain a functioning country
- Healthcare professionals who see the realities of looking after our people.

- Educators who understand how we develop the next generation.

- Urban and regional planners who understand the needs of both our cities and our rural communities.

- Māori leaders and cultural experts who bring an understanding of our history, whenua, tikanga and communities.

- Social workers and community advocateswho understand what's happening behind the doors of everyday households.

And just as importantly, everyday New Zealanders who live with the consequences of these decisions.

People who don't just have opinions, but bring knowledge, experience and an understanding of how one decision can affect so many other areas of life.

Because surely, understanding a country means understanding the people who live in it?

But here's the other side of my thinking.

It's not all doom and gloom.

We still have a say.

We still have choices.

And regardless of who's sitting in Parliament, we still have some responsibility for the lives we create, the way we treat others and the communities we build.

I don't know about you, but I still feel incredibly blessed to live in New Zealand.

I still hear children laughing and playing outside.

I live in a community where neighbours check in on one another.

We can still head to the mountains, walk along our beautiful beaches, sit beside a river or simply enjoy the space around us.

There are good people doing good things every single day, often without recognition or reward.

And sometimes I wonder whether we become so consumed by everything that's wrong that we forget to appreciate what is still right.

Perhaps understanding life isn't just about recognising what needs to change. It's also about recognising what's worth protecting.

We don't all have to agree politically.

But wouldn't it be nice if we could learn to understand each other's perspectives without turning every disagreement into a battle?

So here's my question.

When you think about the future of New Zealand, what do you believe is most important that we protect, improve or change?

Not which political party.

But what actually matters to you and the generations coming after us?

Profusion Coaching

11/10/2026

The Emotion of Pride

I remember hearing the words "I'm proud of you" from my mum after I had my eldest daughter.

Four simple words.

"I'm proud of you."

But what does pride actually mean?

What does it mean to be proud of someone? And why can those few words carry so much emotion?

Pride is an interesting emotion.

It can come from achievement, overcoming something difficult, watching someone grow, or simply recognising the person they have become.

But pride isn't always about success.

Sometimes it's about witnessing someone's struggles and seeing them continue.

Sometimes it's about watching someone make a decision that takes courage, even when nobody else understands it.

And sometimes it's about recognising something in another person that they haven't yet learnt to recognise in themselves.

When my mum told me she was proud of me, I wonder if she understood the weight those words would carry.

Was she proud because I'd become a mother? Because she'd watched me grow? Or because she was seeing her own daughter step into a new chapter of life?

I never asked.

And that's something I've been thinking about.

We often tell people we're proud of them, but how often do we explain why?

And on the other side, how many people spend their lives waiting to hear those words from someone important to them?

A parent. A partner. A child. Someone whose opinion carries weight.

Pride can be a beautiful emotion, but it also raises questions.

Do we need someone else's pride to feel worthy of our own?

Can we be proud of ourselves without achieving anything extraordinary?

And when we tell someone we're proud of them, are we recognising who they are, or who we hoped they would become?

Perhaps the most meaningful part of telling someone you're proud of them isn't the word proud at all.

It's making sure they understand what you see in them.

So here's something to think about today.

When was the last time someone told you they were proud of you?

What did those words mean to you?

And when was the last time you told someone you were proud of them and explained why?

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11/10/2026

What part of adulthood would you like to return for a refund?

Seriously, who sold us the idea that growing up was going to be so much fun?!🤣😵‍💫🤯

Remember when weekends meant adventures, relaxing, catching up with friends and doing whatever you felt like?

Well, instead of heading to the beach or down to the river for a fish, my husband and I have been spending our weekend bark chipping the garden!

And the worst part? We're actually standing back admiring it like we've just won Lotto! 😂

You know you've reached a certain stage in life when a freshly bark-chipped garden gives you the same satisfaction that a weekend away used to!

And don't even get me started on the excitement of having no washing in the laundry basket!

So tell me, what's something you've caught yourself doing as an adult that would've absolutely horrified your younger self?

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08/10/2026

☀️ BREAKING NEWS FROM SOUTHLAND!☀️

The sun has made an appearance, and quite frankly, nobody knows how to behave! 😂

The washing machines are working overtime, lawns are being mowed, windows are being opened, and half of Southland is standing outside squinting at that strange bright thing in the sky!

Some brave souls have even cracked out the shorts, not I though the big bright ball in the sky will disappear and I wouldn't do that to you all, you'd be blinded by my little whites, im not talking bout the sheets on the line.

And you can guarantee someone's already said, "Better make the most of it, won't last!"

But isn't it amazing what a bit of sunshine does for the soul?

People are smiling, moods are lifting, and suddenly everything feels just that little bit better.

So get outside, soak it up, and enjoy it!

Because in Southland, sunshine isn't just weather… it's a community event!

Happy Friday from Profusion Coaching!

07/10/2026

I was inspired to write this after showing my two youngest daughters through my glory box yesterday.

For those who don’t know what a glory box is, I was gifted a big wooden chest when I was around 13 years old.

Every birthday or Christmas, my family would buy me something to put inside it for when I eventually moved out.

Towels.
Cutlery.
Plates.
Cups.
All the practical things you need to start a home.

But somewhere along the way, that box stopped being about preparing for the future.

Now it holds pieces of my past.Photos.
Sporting achievements my Mum kept.
My girls’ baby books.

Old diaries from my teenage years although I may have had to tear a few pages out just in case my daughters decided to read them 😂

And letters from my Grandma.

I was truly blessed to have incredible grandparents on both sides of my family.

The last letter I ever received from my Grandma arrived after her funeral.

I had returned home to Te Anau, where I was living at the time, and there it was.

Waiting for me in the mailbox.

It took me more than a year to read that letter properly.

I would start reading, get a few lines in, and have to stop because I could no longer see the words through my tears.

On the last page, she wrote about wanting to invest in art classes for me.

And she told me she was proud of me.

What she probably never knew was just how much I needed those words.

Because at that point in my life, I wasn't proud of myself.

I had made some questionable decisions.
I had made mistakes.
I was trying to navigate my way through some of the hardest times I had experienced.

Looking back now, I realise something.

What got me through so much of that wasn't some huge life-changing moment.

It was love.

The people closest to me loving me, often without ever knowing just how much their words, presence and belief in me were holding me together.

Sometimes it was something as simple as the words at the bottom of a letter:

P.S. I love you.

I wrote recently about how we often never know the impact we have had on another person's life.

Yesterday, sitting with my daughters and going through that old wooden box, I felt that deeply.

I wish I could sit with my grandparents now and tell them the impact they had on mine.

I wish I could tell them that the little things mattered.

The letters mattered.
The encouragement mattered.
The memories mattered.
Being loved when I wasn't particularly proud of myself mattered.

Maybe that's the reminder in all of this.

Don't assume the people you love already know.

Tell them you're proud of them.
Write the letter.
Keep the photo.
Say the words.
Show up.

Because one day, long after you've forgotten saying it, they may still be carrying it.

P.S. I love you.

Forever grateful.
Forever blessed.

05/10/2026

If belonging can influence what we're willing to believe, what happens when morality itself becomes a condition of belonging when being a “good person” starts meaning believing what our group believes?

Can you be wrong?

How do you challenge that fact and not become defensive?

Sometimes investigating our own identity can be confronting, because you have told yourself you are a good person

Good people make mistakes too, when you make a mistake,do you get defensive?
because if you admit you have made a mistake does this take away from the fact your a good person?

Can it challenge your identity?

the story you tell yourself and others or do you use that as a method of defending your behavior?

Is your behavior influenced by how you want others to see you?

When someone tells you how you made them feel with evidence do you reply with something like this

"Im a good person, Ive always done xyz for you, I didnt do that"?

Or do you investigate,listen and learn from your mistakes?

Would you share or bring this example to someone who has done this with you?

Or would you take this on board yourself?

Or both?

04/10/2026

You probably won’t ever fully know the impact you have on other people.

Not because you’re famous.
Not because you’re doing something extraordinary.

But because we leave marks in others lives in small ways all the time!

A conversation someone still remembers.
The way you made them feel included.
The time you noticed something was wrong.
The laugh you gave someone on a hard day.
The fact that you showed up when others didn’t.

Most of that will never be reported back to you.

And I think that’s where we get it wrong.

We look for proof that we matter.
Recognition.
Success.
Someone telling us we’ve made a difference.

But your importance isn’t measured by how loudly the world responds to you.

Sometimes your value is sitting quietly in someone else’s memory.

You were part of their story.

And you might never even know it.

Keep living by ur values because you never know that might shape someone else's, and I promise it always gets passed forward

04/10/2026

Ohhhh so greatful for the sun this weekend,

Spent with dog walks on a track id never been on, shown by my youngest, art exhibition, gardens windows and waterblasting the dog kennel (that last part wasn't that beautiful

Post a pic of your weekend and be in to win entry for the next 30day challenge

Share this to people that need some motivation back in there lives

N yes Boss our boxer is carrying all the p**p bags, always triple bag!!

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