My Ma was a family day care mum for over 20 years. We had kids in our care from when they were just a couple of months earth side, until they started school. For all their firsts, we were there. I couldn’t wait for school holidays to help Ma. Their family became our extended. It […]
Read More The Love Story I Haven’t Told
I’ve started plenty of things that I never finished. I’ve quit jobs. I’ve prematurely shared my grandiose ideas with others, because it sounded better than “I actually have no idea.” I’ve made decisions quickly and changed my mind at double the speed. I would see others who stayed – in jobs, in relationships, in cities. […]
Read More When I Didn’t Want To Be Rescued
As I’ve written before, I owe so much to my heartbreak. It was the shakeup I needed to makeup with my Self. But now, after all has settled, I can see the aftermath. My heartbreak has left me with baggage, at least a little carry on suitcase. I don’t trust so easy. H was kind, […]
Read More What I Carry
During the course of the last few months, I’ve been pushing myself forward, mindfully, creating the life I want, the life I believe I’ve always been destined for. I have very few answers. I’m learning to just trust the process as it unfolds. I have faith in who I am, and where I’m heading. This […]
Read More When I Dared To Be Seen
Recently, WordPress reminded me that it’s been two years since I started She’s A Seeker. This was my first ever post. I remember how terrified I was pressing ‘Publish’. In that time, I’ve quit jobs, been broke, got another job, had my heart broken, moved cities and in with my parents, become a dog mumma, […]
Read More It’s Been Two Years: How I Found My Words
Post long term relationship breakdown aka a knife to the gut, I’ve been asked how I managed it all. In the relationship, I became reliant. As much as I was empowered, independent, I began to grow increasingly dependent and happily so. The relationship was my safety net, my comfort, a beautifully convenient distraction from the […]
Read More How I’ve Managed My Heartbreak
She did not beg. She did not grovel. She would not ask to be loved. – so, she let go.
Read More So, She Let Go
When I committed, I gave myself a year. To have my adventure, to sort my shit out, to realise my ideas, be my true self once and for all, to discover my life’s work and start creating it. Then, I would return to Australia to continue it on home soil, never having to go back […]
Read More Does It Have To End?