The Tortoise and the Hare: What If The Hare is a HSP?



This struck me the other night, after writing The Highly Sensitive CEO.

I was thinking about the old tale of the Tortoise and the Hare.

You know the story.

If you don’t, let me retell it in a style I like to call “Leonie’s Fables.”

There was once a tortoise and a hare. Or, as we here in Australia would refer to it: the bunny and the turtle.


Anyway, bunny and turtle had a race to win a gold star sticker on some shit.

Bugs went super fast, got totes knackered, then had to take some naps along the way.

And turtle was like “LOLZ fuck you bro, I might be slow, but I’m steady and I’ll win this Grand Prix!”

And he did.

And everyone got tattoos on their asses that said:

“Slow and steady winz da race.”


Anyways, I was thinking about this tale, and I was like:

Ya know, I think this story is kind of assholey towards Bugs.

Because here’s the thing:

I reckon Bugs is a HSP.

She is an excitable mofo who gets totally amped and charged up and can move faster than anyone.

And then her nervous system is like: “MEEP. SHUTTING DOWN.”

And she needs to slooooowwwww the fuck down… right to the point of not moving… before she can even face moving again.

And when she does, she can move again at lightning speed. Because that’s the speed she was born for.

And you know what? That’s totally cool. I love that about Bugs. I love that she’s different. Not all of us were born to be turtles.

And you know what else?

Sometimes Bugs DOES win. And even then… there’s no race.

There’s just Bugs doing her speed, taking care of herself with naps along the way.
And there’s Turtle, chillaxing along at her own speed.

Neither of them suck. Both of them are needed. Both come with gifts, both come with challenges:

Turtle is steady, reasonable, logical, consistent. Turtle is a marathon runner.
Bugs is fast, spontaneous, brilliant, variable, visionary. Bugs is a sprinter.

So fuck it, dearests:

Whether you’re a Bugs or a Turt… go at your own pace.

There is no race.

There’s just you, being what you were born to do.

All my love,

P.S. Obviously I’m a Bugs.

My mentor Hiro tells me, laughing, that she sings this song when she thinks of me:

“Don’t Stop Me Now… I’m Travelling At The Speed of Light…”

until I’m not.

And I’ve either broken my immunity and have come down with a cold/throat infection (like right now) or my nervous system (like I did last week). These little Bugs Naps to make up for the super sonic times.

Also: I hire a lot of Turtles around me. I need their energy! We need each other to balance each other out!


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Best Of September: Leonie’s 200, George Christensen MP and an Everyday Sex Goddess

Shining September

Hi darling hearts!

YAY! IT IS OCTOBER! I’m counting down the sleeps until I go away on health retreat. BY MYSELF. FOR FIVE NIGHTS. ERMAGERD!!!!!

In the meantime, here’s what I shared on the blog last month… some goodies in there!

Here’s the goods incase you missed any of it!

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My Business Success Story: From Hobby To $5 Million

Due to popular request, I’m going to give you a run down on how I grew + evolved my little creative biz into the wildly successful company that it is today. Knowing the stories of others really, really helped me to get clear on what I wanted in biz, and still fascinates and inspires me today. I heart biz bios!

When I was growing up, I knew in my heart of hearts what I was destined to be. When someone would ask me at age four what I wanted to be when I grew up, I recited: Artist, poet, writer.

Learn more…



Leonie’s 200: Life + Biz Goals in 2016

While running this webinar on getting back on target with your goals in 2016, I made a public promise to share my 2016 goals here… to embody public accountability and encourage all my readers to be “out” of the cupboard with their goals too!

So I went through my workbooks and typed up all my goals, and crossed out any I’ve already completed. There’s lots done, and lots more to do.

Read on for more.


Want To Know What They Say About Me?

I spent a lot of the month talking about the Shining Biz and Life Academy  since we were closing enrolments at the end of the month.

And sometimes it’s hard to know what to think… there’s so many words out there by people about themselves… and I thought it would be nice instead to hand over the microphone instead… and you can hear from our actual members…

These were videoed at a bunch of different places – some at the annual Shining Biz + Life conference in Canberra, some in Cairns, some on webcam from around the world.

See what they had to say here.


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My Bow-Chicky-Bow-Bow Course Was Unveiled LIVE in The Shining Biz + Life Academy

This was an ACADEMY EXCLUSIVE course that we won’t be sharing with anyone but our glorious members of the Shining Biz & Life Academy! (Not a member yet? Register your interest now!)

See what we talked about here.


Dear George Christensen MP

Dear George,

I apologise for the informality of how I address.

But I think of you often. And I always call you George.

Read on… 


Leonie’s Ocean Retreat Journal (Free Illustrated eBook)

I wasn’t sure if I would share this…

It’s not particularly the most polished thing I’ve ever done…

It’s more just a scrapbook of the photos, musings, illustrations, lists, drawings & collages I made when I was on holiday.

But it means a lot to me.

See my journal here.

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Leonie’s Scrapbook: Love, Laughter and the Lurgy!

Here’s another scrapbook instalment, hooray! It’s a been a fortnight of picnics, crafts, love and the lurgy!

See what I’ve been up to.



Behind The Scenes: How To Create A Pro Sales Video!

Well… your reaction to my new Academy video (aka most ridiculous video ever made!) was really lovely and excitable… and ya’ll asked lots of questions… so I thought I’d make good on my promise to talk about how to create a video like that.

Might be helpful for you if you’re planning on doing your own.

Also might just be interesting as a behind the scenes!

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Save The Date: The Only Live Event I’ll Be Doing In The Next Year!


We’re starting to pull things together for our 2nd annual Shining Biz and Life conference… book in the date!

Get the deets, babe!

Have a beautiful day, dearests!

Big love,

Canberra Photographer

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Less than 24 hours until the Anxiety Workshop is LIVE !!


Hi babe-hearts…

There’s less than 24 hours until we release our brand spanking new course into the Shining Biz + Life Academy!



It’s time to talk the borg, the brutal, the heartbreaking + the beautiful!!

I have anxiety.

Anxiety is such a HUGE issue for so many people today.

As many as 1 in 4 people suffer from it – and we, as women, as carers, as empaths and as parents – are at an even higher risk.

SO many people suffer it, but don’t talk about it.


You don’t have to do it alone! It’s time to talk anxiety + all that goes with it.


I used to think it was a failing, something to hide + wrestle with and live with in secret, pretending that it was all OKAY.

And then … I discovered that it was okay to be not okay. It was okay to need help.

I’ve wrestled in anxiety’s grip. I know how it feels to live with the constant crush against my chest, the inability to breathe, the constant clenched hands…

But I also know how it feels to heal. To accept the help that I need to get back to myself; to accept the things that I need so that I can thrive!

In this workshop, I’ll share frankly about my journey with an anxiety disorder, along with the practical tools that have helped me heal and THRIVE.

This is an ACADEMY EXCLUSIVE course that we won’t be sharing with anyone but our glorious members of the Shining Biz & Life Academy! (Not a member yet? Register for our next intake now.

I will share with you my own personal journey with an anxiety disorder and give you a tonne of practical tools that helped me heal!

Sign up now to join me now!

In this anxiety workshop you will learn:

  • How to recognise an anxiety disorder + what to do if you think you have one
  • My vulnerable story about living with an anxiety disorder – from being crushed by it to thriving with it
  • How to heal it –  with tools and options from alternative, eastern and western medicine (I love ‘em all!)

Whether you think you might have an anxiety disorder yourself or you’re supporting someone who has one, this workshop will be a deep dive into anxiety + all its troubles + gifts.

Make yourself a cup of fragrant tea, bring a cushion + a rug, and let’s circle. Let’s talk about the anxiety that so many of us carry + how we can heal.

Join us on Wednesday, October 12 @ 1:00pm US PST / Thursday, October 13 @ 7:00am AUS – Canberra AEDT (Convert to your time zone here:


Big love,

Canberra Photographer


The Highly Sensitive CEO

the highly sensitive CEO

Yesterday, I was two things at once:

The CEO, “the talent”, the face of my brand.

I left just as dawn was breaking with my van piled high with outfits and props.

The light was golden, and as I pulled into Macca’s drive through for some rushed breakfast, I could see how it fell through the trees in shafts, lighting up each passing person. I became overcome with tears. How beautiful, gentle, tender we all are in those early hours just after waking. Babies re-emerging into the world anew, without the buildup and decay of a day’s dirt on us, tender from the embrace of sleep that has just released up.

Fronted up to the rented apartment, greet the team of lovely souls who will pull off today: my assistant/project manager/right hand girl Mel, the set designer, the hair and makeup artist, the producer, the camera guy, the sound guy, the autocue guy.

Got my face and makeup done, gave the makeup artist’s teenage daughter highly inappropriate advice, checked the set over, waited for “action” to be called, opened my eyes, did my job.

11Oct The highly sensitive ceo

There in the spotlight, there are no nerves. There’s no nerves beforehand either.

There’s never any part of me that doesn’t believe I don’t belong there. I love this. I’ve loved this all my life, in all the plays and theatre and musicals and performing I’ve done. I imagine all of you behind the camera. I imagine what I’d say to you. I look inside me and let out all the joy and heart and connection and empathy I have inside me. Between takes, I tell the crew ridiculous stories, I make them pose for Awkward Group Prom Photos with me. I like people. I adore people. I love their stories and their gifts and their light and their sweetness. I could fall in love with every person I meet.

Then, as the set is broken down to be changed into something new, Mel takes me by the arm, and leads me to the bedroom.

“I want you in here for the next ten minutes Leonie. Lay down, take some time. Here’s your phone, water and snacks. I’ll come back for you when they are ready.”

I slip into the apartment’s bedroom, to meet the part of me that is waiting there:

The Aspie, the Highly Sensitive Person, the introvert.

Aspie Curtain SML

I crawl into bed, place weighted blankets over me, take deeper breaths, will my heart to stop racing. I let the last couple of hours play through my head like a movie screen, each piece needing to be processed. I need to review what’s happened, the conversations I’ve had, if I need to action anything from it (usually either by doing more research on something or telling Chris about it), and how I feel about it all. If there’s anything that didn’t feel good to me, I have to untangle the threads to understand why, and what I need to do to change it. The processing from a big day of outside work like this will take up to a week. Still, I need to start on it now or it will become too big too soon.

Mel taps on my door again. She reviews the situation, urges me to eat more protein, drink more water. She is the ultimate stage mother.

care and tending of leonie SML

I’ve given her the directions to do this. It’s in our Company Standard Operating Procedures called “The Care and Tending Of Leonie.”

I need the firm hand, the wisdom of Past Leonie guiding me, lovingly reinforced by my team.

On the day I get so dang excited that I want to do all things and connect with every person and help all people and be the sunniest, most helpful person around. I forget my own needs and focus on performing. I forget what I need – from time out to going to the toilet, to drinking and eating. I’ve learned the hard way however that if I negate my needs so wholly, that by the end of the day I’ll be in mini-burnout that will take a week to recover from.

So there is Mel, plying food and water into my hands, ushering me to the bathroom, sending me to my timeout zone. It works. It looks like assistant overkill, but its exactly what is needed.

take care of you hand SML

After filming finishes, we race across town to the photo studio for three more hours.

It’s lovely and the people are lovely and this is my favourite thing to do, but I’ve made some miscalculations: I don’t have a separate room here, there are no timeouts, and I usually structure these days to have afternoons outside filming. For some reason, the outside piece is of critical importance… as soon as I’m out under the trees, in the grass, beneath the sky, I get more energy again. It’s my place, my joy, and it fuels me. The flashes and the cameras and all the people don’t seem as big there, not when there is that sky and that earth.


This time, we’re indoors and the flashes are going. Mel’s off on an errand to pick up prop boxes, and I’m wading through the overstimulation by myself, feeling like a diva for not being able to do more, engage more, connect more. I feel oddly selfish for having to stop for water or food, so I don’t.

When she’s back, I keep knuckling down, headstrong and adamant on working harder. I start getting tunnel vision. I’m overstimulated. I start disassociating because there’s too much sensory input.

Mel asks me what necklace I want to wear for the next shot. I look past her, grim. “I don’t care.”

She reads my face and knows instantly what’s going on… the gift of hiring an ex-school teacher who is well versed in the care and tending of Aspies. She guides me to a darker corner of the studio, plants me in a chair. “You’re not moving out of this chair for the next five minutes. Here: phone, water, snacks.” I disappear into my phone for a while, looking at pretty pictures on Instagram, editing photos, messaging with friends. It’s a little world of familiar, and it helps with the processing.

familiar world iphone SML

Once the well is topped up enough to keep going, we roll. As we set up scenes, I close my eyes and meditate, stationary in the middle of it all, breathing softly until the scene is set and the lights are fixed. I open my eyes, and smile. Pour all the love and joy inside me out. I love this. I love being on camera.

By the time the day ends, I’m now near on delirious from overstimulation. Mel drives my car home, me in the passenger seat, feet on the shelf, sunglasses on, devouring food. We talk quietly, processing the day. The video will be gorgeous, the photos will be stunning. I’m so glad we’ve done it, and also completely physically and emotionally wrecked.

“You know honey,” she tells me. “The things you love are also kind of a poison to you. You need them in your life, and you thrive on the excitement and the creativity and the performing and the spontaneity, but they also come at a cost to you.”

“I know,” I say. “I’m the performer and the HSP, the CEO and the Aspie.”

insidemeaspie SML

When I get home, I do my usual ritual:

I kiss my kids and my husband hello. I strip naked and throw every article of clothes from the day in the laundry. I wash away the makeup and the sweat and other people’s smells. Wash the day off me, my face, my hair, sit at the bottom of the shower as the words and the scenes and the people from the day flood past me.

I sit in a towel, drink a beer while staring mute. Eat dinner, then lay under my heaviest weighted blanket watching TV beside my love. He’ll ask me if the day went well, and I’ll nod. He knows he won’t get words out of me tonight. I’ve used them all up and I’m in deficit. But that’s okay. This is enough. To be still and to be quiet, beside my beloved, watching make believe worlds that make me laugh.

stories settle SML

The day after, it is always the same.

I am two things at once:

wading through an overstimulated hangover,


newly fallen in love again with my home, how tender and soft and good it is to see the things and people so familiar to me, the art and the plants and the faces, and yes, even the mess.

How good it is to be back in my hermit’s shell.

AI11Oct Time to let the stories settle

This will last for a week now. I know this, finishing this writing a few days later.

My anxiety levels are humming, the strings of my nerves gently vibrating.

7am is the worst for me. It’s the hour of the day where breathing is harder, where my sensitive energy system compensates for all that sensory input by pumping out too much adrenaline.

I return to the things that work:

I cancel extra activities or am silently relieved when they have to be cancelled by someone else. I’ll stay close to home, stay close to a routine.

Protein, weighted blankets, practising the Xanax breath my doctor taught me, careful to take my medication at the same time each day. I create warm nooks in bed with an electric blanket, take warm baths with lavender. Sensory sweetnesses to remind my body: It’s okay, you’re okay. All is soft and gentle now.

I need to document it to process it. I need to write it out, so I write this. I journal. I’ll make art.

I have to turn all that sensory input into output.

And slowly, as I settle, my nervous system will too.

Each input comes at a cost, a processing time, a few days or a week where I’m recovering. Some inputs I’m willing to sacrifice the expenditure for. Some I can’t.

AI11Oct What comes in

Some days I marvel at how much other people have boundless physical energy, how much they can socialise without falling apart, how the things that throw up waves inside me don’t seem to even ripple across their surface.

Some days I wonder if I am too much:

this highly sensitive soul who needs so much in order to be okay.

But then I think:

It is what it is. I cannot be anything but what I am.

I cannot be anything SML

I have weaknesses – some more than others, some less than others. I have strengths – some more than others, some less than others.

My nervous system is a Thoroughbred. It makes me more excitable than most. I find rapture in small things that aren’t seen by others. I see and feel the world in bright shards of colour. My heart feels great joys and great sadnesses. It allows me to be empathetic.

AI11Oct Excitement Stimulation

Years ago, I saw a bell curve of the excitement levels of introverts and extroverts.

Basically, introverts get excited by stimulation (i.e. books, movies, events, music, rollercoasters, sensory inputs etc) before extroverts do – extroverts are bored while introverts are having the time of their lives. By the time extroverts are excited, introverts are overstimulated and their enjoyment levels go WAY down.

It made sense to me in such a deep way. And I’ve added to that graph in my head… that if you are HSP (Highly Sensitive Person) or Aspie, you peak even faster and higher than even introverts. And by the time you are doing what an extrovert is getting excited by, you are so fucking overstimulated you want to curl up and die, or at least go home and write about your feelings for a week.

At least… that’s my experience.

And here’s the thing: that’s okay. That’s more than okay.

Because that ultra-sensitivity?

The raw-nerve-ending experiencing of all the beauty and joy and sadness and mess and confusion this life is made out of?

It is what my art, my writing, my creating is made out of.

And the only way out is through…

When I’ve received so much sensory input, I have a big compulsion/need to document that information through my creativity.

Alex Norris documents this so well:


It’s precisely the reason that I am so sensitive that I am able to create, and share, and empathise, and connect the way that I do. And those are my very favourite parts of myself, and of this whole life experience.

As Brené Brown talks about in Gifts of Imperfection: our strengths come paired with their own kryptonite. They are intrinsically intertwined and you can’t have a strength without having its shadow self as well.

And Glennon Doyle Melton shares so aptly that it us – the canaries – the ones that are wired so differently – we are the soothsayers, the healers, the canaries that are needed in this world.

I am the bright glow of joy beneath a spotlight, rejoicing.

I am the hermit who needs the respite of bed, silence, tender care to recover from that spotlight.

It’s all of me. I am not a contradiction. I am a jewel with different facets. I am a highly sensitive CEO.

What I need to be okay in the world is just that:

What this particular constellation of cells requires in order to do her work in the world and be okay.

constellation SML

May you know

that you

just being you

with all

your sides

your strengths

your weaknesses

your needs

you are perfect, just as you are

and exactly what is needed.

All my love,

Leonie’s Scrapbook: On Sex, Sunshine and Sweet Dreams


Hey babesicles,

Here is my latest scrapbook, straight into your hot little hands! It’s a been a fortnight of sex, sunshine and sweet dreams!


This is how we roll in the Dawson household.

We’re watched over by magical unicorns and everyday’s style statement: Superman pyjamas & odd socks



I unveiled our new and very LIVE (!!!) Everyday Sex Goddess Course in the Academy.

It was raw, revealing and we all ended up having peanut butter sandwiches for lunch.


Thanks to all Academy goddesses for joining me on. SUCH FUN!!!!


I received a life saving package from Naughty Naturopath Mum. Tantrum tamer & sleep inducer… can I please buy these in gallons from now on???????????


Awwwwwww yisssssssssss.

Another package delivered… a lap-sized weighted blanket from Calming Moments. I have a full size one I use when laying on the couch watching TV but it’s too heavy to lug about from room to room each day. This one is for my office to use when I’m at my desk or working on my office armchair.

I started using a weighted blanket this year and it is definitely my best discovery for the year. I feel instantly calmer, more relaxed and grounded when I put it over me. It slows down my brain in a really beautiful, soothing way. I also use them when I’m overstimulated, have done a live event or have done some extroverting.

They are supposed to help anyone with anxiety, Aspie, autism, SPD, jittery legs, Alzheimer’s and more. I reckon they are brilliant for everyone. I make friends try them when they come over and they instantly feel the effects. Highly recommend! 

I’ll write a blog post up about these soon!


Best church sign ever.


We had the last day of school for the term and headed home with a bundle of toys to repair… and a beautiful antique chair to mend as well! This will be fun! Fun side projects for the school holidays!


Ostara Equinox. My Ostara Light. Part human, part fae.


I took the kids out to the backyard, laid down on a picnic blanket and woke up three hours later. Woops. In other news, I feel like that beauty sleep really worked.


Secrets of succeeding at parenting: breed a child whose hair sits in a perfect bob at all times and never requires brushing. Unfortunately, Ostara used up all those genes, and Beth got my wild nest of hair genes instead.

My parenting success tip for this kind of child: continue ignoring anyway, cut out dreads as they form and get quarterly hairdressing appointments exclusively for them to use fancy de-knotting spray and fine combs to de-dread the birds nest while your kid watches Peppa Pig.

I’m basically a parenting expert, guys.

You’re welcome. You’re welcome. #nailingit


Chris’ cousin Jodie (who is also my sista from another mista and our girl’s fairy godmother) is visiting with her family.

Our tribe of kids have been running amok with glee. Ostara adores her big boy cousins. It’s been SOOOO lovely and we’re scheming up ways to spend more time together.

Today we worked out that me and Troy are actually related… so the two Dawson cousins married two Dibben cousins. BAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA #smalltownlife


I discovered my in-life trippelganger (yes, I made it up) #threefictionalcharacters that I reckon are pretty spot on for my personality. Miranda from Miranda (AKA OMG THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH), Jess from New Girl and Phoebe from Friends. Ha!!!!!!!



We painted in the backyard with ze family in ze sun. Golly gosh it felt good.

Keep your face always toward the sunshine – and shadows will fall behind you.
Walt Whitman

Spiral Line

Okay gorgeous goddesses, that’s all from me!

I’ll be back soon to share more about the video shoot I just did on Friday!

Love, love, love,

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