Pocket full of Soul

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 🤍

11/02/2026

👌🏝️

Awareness is only the beginning. Real change starts when awareness meets action.

What will you DO now that you know?

11/02/2026

This year, I’m moving through the chakras slowly.
Month by month. Root to crown.

Not as a challenge.
Not as a glow up project.
Just as a practice of paying attention.

Each month I’ll focus on:
• understanding the chakra
• noticing how it shows up in daily life
• gently rebalancing where needed

Some months will feel spacious.
Others might feel tender.
That’s part of being human.

I’ll be using Reiki, reflection, breath, colour, rest and intention.
Nothing elaborate. Nothing performative.

This is as much for me as it is for sharing.
A way to consciously place attention where energy has been quietly asking for it.

If you feel curious, you’re welcome to walk alongside me.
Same pace. Same gentleness.

Root chakra begins next 🌱

08/02/2026

Some people have calm desks and quiet days.
I apparently have three children yelling “Mum!”, a laptop balanced on one hand, case notes in the other, a smoothie mid-blend, coffee on standby, first aid kit within reach, P&C badge swinging, meeting agenda underfoot and bills judging me from the floor.

If you ever wondered what happens when motherhood, frontline care work, wellness hustling and committee survival instincts collide…
apparently it becomes a cartoon.

Honestly though… I wouldn’t trade this beautiful, chaotic, purpose-filled circus for anything.
Messy hair. Big heart. Loud life. Let’s go.

🫶🤹‍♀️☕💻📝

07/02/2026

I’m tiptoeing into more “markety” territory this year, but in a way that still feels like me: grounded, honest, and forty-something mum-of-three real.

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04/02/2026

Order day for my staples again 🛒
Super greens & reds, magnesium, and factor 4 keeping my joints and inflammation in check 🌿✨

BUT… plot twist.

I added something new to cart this time.

👀 lean body

At this stage of life, anything that supports body composition in a genuinely healthy, sustainable, no-weird-extremes way gets my attention. I’m not chasing magic. I’m chasing strength, energy, recovery, and feeling at home in this evolving forty-something body.

So we’re experimenting.
I’ll be doing an unboxing when it arrives…
and checking back in down the track with real-life results.

Watch this space.

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03/02/2026

Tonight’s aesthetic:
one glass of fermented grapes,
one fluffy demon of a diary,
and a nervous system humming like it’s just run a marathon through someone else’s storm.

Some days at work you hold tiny universes that have learned how to breathe through fire.
Love-fuelled little dragons with backstories heavier than their backpacks.
You show up soft, steady, stitched together with compassion and caffeine…
and quietly promise your own inner creatures you’ll deal with them later.

Later is now.
Later is wine.
Later is scribbling into faux-fur notebooks like a gentle witch decompressing after a 24 hour soul workout.

No details. No spoilers.
Just a woman, her demons, other people’s demons,
and the sacred ritual of taking the edge off before tomorrow’s round of choosing tenderness anyway.

Cheers to strange callings, tender hearts,
and professions that bruise you beautifully.