Pocket full of Soul

14/03/2026

Sometimes it feels like you’re the one doing all the talking.

Words spill out.
Thoughts are unpacked.
Sentiments are offered.

And still… silence meets some hearts like stone.
Some conversations never land.
Some minds are already elsewhere.

Not my job to encourage or beg for an equally heartfelt response.

07/03/2026

Friendly reminder from your local peri-menopause island guide 🌴

If today you feel a little unhinged, emotional, foggy, fiery, or like disappearing into the ocean for a week…

Take the nap.
Take the walk.
Take the space.

Because historically speaking, women weren’t exactly offered much grace during this phase.

In the 1800s and early 1900s, things like mood swings, depression, or “the change of life” were sometimes recorded as causes of insanity in asylum records.

So if your nervous system is asking for rest, quiet, or a day where you simply opt out of the chaos…

That’s not weakness.
That’s wisdom.

Honestly we’re doing remarkably well considering the alternative used to be… a padded room and a diagnosis of hysteria.

Take the bath.
Drink the tea.
Watch the sunset.

Island protocol. 🌅

06/03/2026

⚡️Flashback Friday⚡️

July 2019.
The month before our family grew and I officially became a mother of two.

I remember these walks so clearly.
Hat. Sunnies. Headphones. Big belly and slow steps in the winter sunshine.

That strange in-between season where everything is about to change but you don’t quite know how yet. Just walking, thinking, waiting, wondering who this little person was going to be.

Life felt full already… and also like it was about to stretch wider in ways I couldn’t imagine yet.

Turns out it did. 💚🌪️

02/03/2026

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02/03/2026

February absolutely skinned me.

I didn’t do the chakra series.
I didn’t do the gentle root cleansing.
I didn’t do much of anything except survive plain, ordinary life.

Instead, I found myself on my knees asking the universe for change.
For clarity.
For a reset.

And as it often does… it delivered.
Not softly. Not politely.
It stripped everything back.

Touché. Predictable.
Ask and you shall receive.

Root chakra isn’t aesthetic.
It isn’t candles and affirmations.
It’s safety. Survival. Ground. Stability.
It’s what remains when the rest falls away.

So here I am.
Starting again.
From nothing. From truth. From the bare earth.

This month isn’t about “perfect alignment”.
It’s about rebuilding. Slowly. Gently. Honestly.

If February cracked you open too, you’re not alone.
We begin again from here.

Root chakra. Let’s go 🔥 🌱

01/03/2026

Apologies to February… but also not really 😅

It was one of those months where life quietly pulls the rug and then stands there watching you try to walk like nothing happened.

I dropped the ball.
Fitness goals disappeared.
Nutrition became survival.
Online businesses sat on the bench.
Future plans were parked.
Housework… we will revisit that another day.

I’ve been navigating ongoing physical stuff and some big internal shifts. The kind you can’t really see from the outside, but they take up a lot of space.

But here’s what did happen.
I still showed up to my day job.
I still earned an income, including passive income from businesses that don’t collapse just because I’m human.
I showed up for my kids and the young people in my life when they needed steady more than they needed perfect.
My family stayed fed, clothed, and safe. The lights stayed on.
And when everything else felt hard, I chose authenticity and connection over pretending.

So no, February wasn’t a failure.
It was maintenance mode.
And sometimes maintenance mode is brave.

My goals are still there. My businesses are still there. I’m still here.
March will be small steps, messy action, and grace.

If you’ve been in a similar season, you’re not alone 💛

26/02/2026

Many straws you never even knew you had!! 😡🤯😂

20/02/2026

💯

The right circle celebrates your wins like they are their own.

20/02/2026

She drinks the coffee ☕️ so she can do the things ✈️

20/02/2026

The AuDHD struggle to initiate is honestly a whole performance piece no one bought tickets for 😅

It’s the awkward dance first. The fits and starts. Walking into a room then buffering like a glitchy robot. Starting something, stopping, pacing, starting again. Looking too much. Then not enough. Overthinking eye contact like it’s a maths exam.

Half sentences. Forgetting the point mid-sentence. Saying the wrong words. Thinking five thoughts at once and shaking my head at my own brain like “please, just pick one.”

I’m odd. I’m weird. I’m too much and not enough in the same breath.And the outside world just sees hesitation, inconsistency, or “lack of effort.”

But inside? It’s a full sensory traffic jam with 37 tabs open and someone keeps turning the music up.

Initiating isn’t simple. It’s climbing a mountain in thongs while people ask why you’re walking so slow.

If you know, you know 🤍