23/12/2025
Wow… looking back and truly reflecting on where we were 12 months ago.
A lot of you may not know this part of our story.
Just three days after we received the keys to the Centre, we were running purely on adrenaline. Our hearts were bursting with excitement for this new adventure. The dream felt so close we could almost touch it.
My husband was absolutely incredible. He had taken his Christmas break and was pouring every single ounce of himself into turning this empty space into reality — working late into the night, often until 2am, fitting out rooms, building, creating, making sure we could open our doors on 1 January and still be present with our children over Christmas.
And then… on 23 December, our world shifted in an instant.
I received a phone call from my husband asking one simple question — “We’ve got insurance, right?”
I knew immediately, from the tone of his voice, that this wasn’t a joke.
I burst into tears, jumped in the car, and drove straight to the Centre.
When I walked in, the entire space was flooded.
Everything.
Three days of damage.
Most of our belongings already moved in.
Rooms half built.
Dreams mid-creation.
I have no words for the feeling that washed over me in that moment. It was utterly devastating.
It felt like being a child in a candy store on the biggest sugar high imaginable… only to have the rug ripped out from underneath you in a split second.
The cause? A faulty hot water system installed by the plumber that burst overnight while no one was here.
In that moment, I truly believed I was living my worst nightmare. I didn’t know how I was going to pick myself back up.
But something incredible happened.
We were held.
We were supported.
We were lifted by the people cheering us on, believing in us, standing beside us.
Yes — it delayed the opening of the Centre by six weeks.
But looking back now, I see it so differently.
I truly believe the Universe was asking us to slow down.
To breathe.
To soften in the chaos of Christmas.
To surrender control.
The Centre had a full wash-out. A cleanse. A rebirth.
What felt like destruction at the time was actually preparation.
That tiny “hiccup” could have broken us. Some people may have walked away. But instead, it gave me deeper clarity and an unshakable determination.
Nothing will bring us down.
Nothing will stop us.
No matter what arises — we are doing this.
We are showing up for ourselves.
We are showing up for our children.
And we are showing up for our community.
That same week brought more tests — one of our boys ended up back in hospital on oxygen over Christmas. It felt like wave after wave. But we kept showing up. For our family. For each other. For this vision.
And for that… I am endlessly grateful.
Looking at where we stand today, my heart is full. This journey has been nothing short of transformative. What once felt unbearable has become one of the most powerful chapters of our story.
Trust the pauses.
Trust the storms.
Trust that what feels like an ending may actually be the beginning of something far greater.
✨🤍
