The Mood Lifter

05/03/2026

The happiest time of my life looks a lot like this.

Two little humans, bare feet on the grass, exploring the world together while the sun sets behind the trees.

No rush. No noise. Just the simple kind of happiness that makes you wish you could freeze time for a moment.

When the world starts to feel a little dark, switch social media off and spend time with the people who really matter.

18/01/2026

Beach babe 🥰

11/01/2026

My life is miserable 💔

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07/01/2026

Our first week in Perth has been amazing. Everyone warned us about how hard it is to buy a property here, so we were a little nervous… turns out we didn’t need to be.

I went to five viewings over the weekend, put offers in on three properties, and while I was literally about to sit down and submit another one, we got the call. Our offer was accepted!

Feeling so excited, grateful, and ready for this next chapter in the West 💛🌊

Get ready for a whole lot of ocean content 😂

18/12/2025

Our beautiful Lexie girl 🤍

You are one today 🥹🥹 Where did that year go? You are one of the happiest babies, with the most infectious smile, and you truly make the world a better place.

Your brother absolutely adores you, and watching the two of you together is pure magic.

You’re already saying a few words, have taken your first little steps, and you love singing and dancing.

Auntie Sandra would have absolutely adored you and I am sure that she is looking down with pride 🤍

16/12/2025

Life 🥰

08/12/2025

From doing one random CrossFit session back in my powerlifting era… to almost five years at CrossFit Fallen.

I’m so grateful for the people I’ve met along the way and for how inspiring the women (and a few of the men 😆) have been.

I’ve trained through two pregnancies. My kids now love coming with me and watch me lift. I never thought I’d fall in love with Olympic lifting or pushing my body to its absolute limit (still terrible at gymnastics though 😆).

Thank you to everyone who made training, and coaching, so much fun. I’ve made lifelong friends here.
On to the next chapter! 💛💪

(Also hit a cheeky post partum PB today)

08/12/2025

29/10/2025

Posting this on my feed so more people can enjoy this.. Apparently, you all thought it was funny too 🇳🇱🇳🇱

02/10/2025

Holiday Nils is such a vibe. My nearly three year old wild child 🥰.

30/08/2025

Travelling solo to the Netherlands with two kids feels like a massive achievement. I am so proud of myself and it was soooo worth it.
My arrival wasn't as smooth as I would have hoped.
1. I missed my connecting flight in Singapore due to having a really short layover and our plane having to taxi for such a long time. Singapore Airlines put us up at the Crown with vouchers for breakfast, lunch and dinner. It actually was such a nice break and the kids loved it. It also meant that both flights were overnight so both kids slept for most of it!
2. Arriving in the Netherlands at passport control. The border security made it look like I was kidnapping both kids. They had to do a security check. The woman who helped me was lovely. I just thought: less time to wait for the suitcases.
3. Finally making it through and waiting for the suitcases to discover that my suitcase never made it to Australia. I asked four different people in Singapore if I had to collect my suitcase or if they would hold it. Luckily the suitcase with all the kid's stuff made it.
I was without a suitcase for two days. I am so grateful I put a tracker in it so I could send the screenshot to help locate the suitcase.

But... it was all worth it. The weather was amazing, lots of quality time with my family and seeing everyone falling in love with Lexie. Would do it all again tomorrow!!


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Do you want me to film a video on what to take in handluggage? How to sort it?

01/08/2025

At just 30 years old, my sister found a massive lump in her breast.
She was sent home with antibiotics. Not once, but twice. It wasn’t until after the second round that someone finally took her seriously. That’s when we got the news: breast cancer.

Our lives flipped upside down. But we stayed positive. So many women get diagnosed and go on to thrive. She would be one of them.

She faced it all! Chemotherapy that stole her hair, a mastectomy, radiotherapy, and the “radiotherapy tattoos” that marked her skin forever. It was brutal, but she made it through. Her markers came back clear. She was cancer free.

And then: joy. She found out she was pregnant. Life was finally going to begin again. This was just a bump in the road.

Six weeks after giving birth, I visited her in the Netherlands. I soaked up all the cuddles with my brand-new nephew. The night before I flew back to Australia, we had dinner at her house. She mentioned liver pain, a fear creeping back in. I told her not to worry until we knew more.

But it came back. Fast and furious.

Her belly swelled with fluid. Litres were drained daily. She couldn’t hold her baby. We feared the worst. Cancer had spread to her liver.

But Sandra was a fighter. She changed her diet, took every supplement that might help, and continued chemo and immunotherapy. Slowly, she came back. She started exercising. She even ran to raise money for cancer. You wouldn’t believe she was a cancer patient.

She was doing well. Blood markers were good again. She was living a full life, until three years later.

She caught COVID. The headache never went away. It was “probably long COVID". She did a scan just to make sure. Apparently the immunotherapy doesn't go through the blood brain barrier. The only spot for her cancer to spread was her brain. Multiple tumours in her brain.

I was pregnant with my son. I flew to the Netherlands the same week we found out. It changed everything. I was there for her brain surgery, something I’ll always be grateful for.

But nothing worked this time. They avoided brain radiotherapy for as long as possible due to her young age. But when they finally went ahead, we knew how bad it was. And it still didn’t work.
She started having seizures.

Watching her fade was the most painful thing I’ve ever experienced. She had been a go-getter, a mother, a runner, a survivor. Cancer stripped her down to someone unrecognisable. And then it took her.

I miss my sister every single day.
The pain of losing her is a weight I carry forever.

So please.
Donate. Support the fight.
Do it in memory of Sandra.

This August, I am taking part in Step Up to Breast Cancer to raise vital funds for breast cancer research. Please support me!