Life, Love and the Everyday

Funny fails are the most desired failure out of four categories. There are funny fails, accidental fails, awkward fails and fucked up beyond recognition failure. No one wants to be in the red with fucked up beyond recognition.  But shit happens, we're only human.  Like everyone I have made mistakes in my life and I've had to learn to look back with love and compassion. I can speak with confidence and clarity on this subject simply because I'm human and I have had a crash-course in the four categories of failure. What I have learnt from failure is that you need to go back to where you perceived that you failed so you can move on. Whether its a place, person or situation - go make your peace with it to get a new perspective on the outcome. You may not always get the closure you are hoping for but you can walk away knowing you did what you could to make amends. The first step you take to recover from failure is admitting it. The second step is don't try and h

The truth is that every time I think I know what I know, I learn something that I don't.  It's a scary thing, the truth. It's also liberating, exhilarating, and makes me think of exciting possibilities for the non-too-distant future. I am not perfect. I am the most flawed person I know. But what I specialise in is the truth, failure and persistence. With the truth, you have to acknowledge it, feel it and accept it - then allow it to guide you to where you need to be. I can tell you exactly where the truth has led me. It's a seven-foot wooden fence, there's been a couple of splinters but the good news is that there are solid beams to take my weight. I have climbed to the top of the fence and have glimpsed what lies beyond it. Opportunities that scare and thrill me at the same time. Now that I have reached the top of the hypothetical fence, I have had the pleasure of receiving three guides. The first one is Cautious - Cautious and I are good friends, we

Hand-prints are our personal identity, other than our souls. We have nineteen bones in our hands, all of them small like jig-saw pieces. A family friend once read my palms, she knew enough to tell me that there would be two big loves in my life. One I would have when I was young, the second when I was wiser and the second would be constant. (True). I would also have two children. (Yet to be determined.) And I would live long. Years ago, my Mum went on a spiritual odyssey and took us with her. Together we navigated Buddism, the New Age movement and reflected on our lives, how our choices had brought us to where we were.  What was the meaning of life and what the hell were we doing here? It was a colourful and erratic journey full of wonder and questions. Some questions our spiritual teachers could answer, others we had to dig deep in our hearts - the rest of the answers came with time, patience and prayer. But we did settle down in 2009 and turned back to God. Since then, our spi

The truth can be hard to accept sometimes, so we go on with what we are doing and pretend that it doesn't exist. But little by little, it comes out in ways that we could never see coming. Sometimes other people close to us can see the truth clear as day, even if we do not say a word. And when people see the truth we know we cannot hide it any longer. There are two choices. We own the truth and face what comes with it. The acceptance, the consequences, the grief and move on with dignity and possibilities. Or, we get scared and hold on fiercely to what we know, even if it's not the truth. Both choices require courage. The first requires strength and daring. The second choice requires more than what you think you can give. Both require sacrifice even as you weigh the cons and pros of each choice. Today, a truth caught up to me. It knocked me on my ass so I would look it in the face. Do I have courage, strength and daring? Or do I do what I do - knowing what I kn

I cannot remember a time when I have not had a love-hate relationship with food, mix that with low-level confidence and PCOS (Polycystic Ovaries Syndrome) and turning to junk food becomes a habit, a coping strategy and a justification. That has been my personal journey with my eating habits and life-style choices for the past 10 years. Polycystic Ovaries Syndrome affects one in ten women and it is pretty shitty. Hair-loss, hiritusim, mood-swings, depression, anxiety, brain fog, bloated stomach, inconsistent periods, tiredness and infertility. It has only been the past four years since going to my Personal Trainer that I started my journey back to health. I've come a long way since I started. The me four years ago ate crap, walked everywhere but couldn't budge the weight. The me three years ago did a 12 week challenge with no sugar or wheat, lost weight and did not have the discipline so I packed it all on. Two years ago I started to understand that being healthy is more t