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Talk about a loving b*tch slap (or two). It’s the old adage — sometimes you’ve just got to get tired enough of your own ...
18/09/2025

Talk about a loving b*tch slap (or two).
It’s the old adage — sometimes you’ve just got to get tired enough of your own sh*t to make the change.

To say I’ve been coaching my own arse off lately is an understatement. With the online space feeling like an overstimulating (and boring) festival of ‘meh’, my motivation and the energetic desire to show up has been near non existent.

Maybe you feel it too? Bored of the ads. The homogenisation. Of “trying” to keep up with all-the-changes and what to even say when the world feels like it’s combusting on itself. Yikes!

‘How can I even think about making art and give a rats when getting through daily life feels like a mission in and of itself?’ It’s exhausting!

Turns out though, it’s not *just* been that.
I’ve also been clock blocking myself AND my creativity by inadvertently getting sucked back into the algorithmic vortex of — ‘I have to do xyz to be seen, matter…blah, blah…fill in your own jaded story [here]’.

It’s no wonder showing up’s been difficult.

Because when you subconsciously give your power away to these dictated (and perpetually shifting) metrics it’s not only hugely suffocating to your creativity, it’s distracting AF, [and] it pulls you out of rhythm with your OWN vision of success, energetic flow + alignment.

AND
It happens to the best of us.
We all want to be seen.
We all want to matter.
We want our art to matter.
Our words and work — to make a difference.

It’s not you.
AND it’s up to you to change it.
To sever your gaze from the lure of perfection and remember what really matters…

Your authentic self expression and unique way of showing up in the world — YOU in full neon colour with zero apology and your deliciously squishy heart on your sleeve.

Because what’s it all for if your days are spent creatively constipated, energetically drained and wondering ‘if this is what it takes, do I even want it anymore?’…

May we raise our morning cups of coffee to showing up in our truth — messy, raw, real and ALIVE.

Together.

Recent thoughts from the liminal space…That’s where I’ll meet you. I’ll bring popcorn….
16/09/2025

Recent thoughts from the liminal space…
That’s where I’ll meet you.
I’ll bring popcorn….

Ever cried so much the face recognition on your phone doesn’t work? Seems I have. As I took myself thru a deliciously sl...
10/09/2025

Ever cried so much the face recognition on your phone doesn’t work? Seems I have.

As I took myself thru a deliciously slow Yin Yoga practice yesterday tears poured out as the build up of how I’ve been feeling lately finally released from the cavernous wells of my hips.

It hit me just how terrified I’ve been over the last eighteen+ months of losing the ME I’ve spent the past 25 yrs trying so desperately to find.

I don’t want her to go. I finally love her.
All of her.

But as my chest emptied and my eyes began to dry I remembered (yet again) it’s impossible.

You can never loose who you are.

Yes you might change and evolve but the true essence of who you are, those parts of you you’ve reclaimed, they never leave.

My 47 years old self *knows this*, but the tender hearted, 22 year old who clawed her way back to herself over and over (and over) again to who she is today…she definitely needed a reminder (and a big cry supposedly).

I’ve been sharing more intimately about my health / perimenopause journey in my Sunday newsletter (come join us btw) but this season of healing and internal recalibrations been rough [and] it’s been the most potent and valuable lesson in trust and patience of-my-life.

Not only has it felt like a massive shedding, with daily identity shifts and cortisol spikes, it’s also feeling (more recently) like all my past selves are (finally) settling in for the ride, a delicate overlay, one on top of the other like transparent motives on an old-school projector screen.

I took this photo a few years ago now and I remember looking them literally only a few weeks later thinking to myself ‘I don’t feel like her anymore’… it’s wild how that sentiments slowly being replaced by ‘I feel like ALL of her at once’. It’s so surreal and I’m so here for it.

I almost didn’t share this post. ‘What’s the value in it… the point?’ I wondered for a fleeting second, but as usual, as with all of my messy shares, the point is simple —

I share my messy truth in the hope that it makes you feel less alone in yours.
-b x

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It feels like it’s four seasons in one day within my inner landscape at the moment. Change is occurring at a rate that I...
27/08/2025

It feels like it’s four seasons in one day within my inner landscape at the moment. Change is occurring at a rate that I’m unable to keep up with and in truth I don’t care to. This is the kind of change that’s incomprehensible through words alone. It’s deep. Rooted. Transparent yet so entrenched in my being that some days it feels like I carry the entire universe within me. I guess I do if you think about it.

So I witness instead.
Quietly waiting, patient.
Trusting.
Wave after wave, after wave.

There’s not many a day that goes by that I’m not outrageously grateful for the wisdom I’ve gained over the years that allows me to hold myself (and others) through the various avenues of growth and self sovereignty. Having the ability to be my highest authority when life gets wonky is something I never (and will never) take for granted and as someone who felt so unsafe and uncertain about herself in her late teens and twenties this truly is a gift of a lifetime for my tender squishy heart.

The relationship you have with yourself is everything.
It must be devotional.
It’s not selfish, narcissistic or egotistical
It’s sacred.
Because it WILL sustain you when you need it most.

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