Here’s that thing that came as a wild fangly idea a week or so ago that I told you about, that thing that made me leap up from my morning peppermint tea to get started creating straight away.
I’m delighted to share with you a wee goodie for the wee ones in your life…
A mini goals-workbook for 2018!
It’s black+white (fun to colour in + cheap to print!) and if your kids adore it, they can also upgrade to the full 2018 Life Goals Workbook (lots of party peeps use it already with their kids + teens… this is just a bonus gift!)
This has been requested SO many times over the years. If there’s enough demand, it may grow and bloom into a full blown bookywooky, but for now, it’s a beginning piece.
It’s small but mighty + will lead your magical munchkin through:
journaling the best + worst bits of the last year
the top 10 things that make them amazing
what they would like to learn over the next year
sports and hobbies they’d like to try out
what adventures they’d like to have
how they want to feel
+ books they’d like to read.
TO DOWNLOAD YOUR FREE KIDS MINI GOALS WORKBOOK…
Just pop your name + email in here + it will come flying its way to you on rainbow wings!
I don’t particularly know yet how I feel about it… maybe because I haven’t written about it yet. Things get clearer when I do.
Firstly, I’m not concerned about getting older. My grandmother taught me many good lessons, but one of the big ones was that it is an honour to grow older when so many don’t. Another being that “old” is very much relative. At the age of 97, she would often call people in their 70s “young whippersnappers.” To her, 35 was positively embryonic.
Plus, I figure that for a woman to have a freakout about turning 35 is a reflection of patriarchal bullshit, so I refuse to spend any time as a mirror.
What I do feel however is a certain amount more surety in my bones, and a greater understanding of the weight of my decisions. I believe these are good things.
And it’s also juxtaposed with worrying whether I will get too jaded, cynical, worn out. Sometimes it feels like growing older is wading through a checklist of tragedies and pain to experience.
So THAT is what it feels like to have a friend’s husband commit suicide. Stunning. Painful. Restless sleep for days. Breathless with helplessness. Scrambling to do anything I can to can, knowing that I can’t fix the one thing that is most needed. How does one sing a body back to life again?
At 35, my wish for the coming year is to become more stoic. To deepen my emotional resilience. To rise, and rise again. To grow my roots further into the earth. To not be blown about quite so much. To learn how to create and share with the world without it breaking my heart.
I am 35. I am a mother of two: a sensitive fae who took years to arrive in her body in the world, and a courageous elf who arrived fully present. I’m a wife of one: my Scorpio twin I have loved almost exactly half my life, a man who is in my eyes both almighty Zeus + trembling human. I currently spend most of my days homeschooling, with slivers of time carved out to build businesses. My heart lives in art + writing. I haven’t done much of that lately, so immersed I have been in the world of my kids. I know the pendulum will change though. I will never regret devoting my time to them.
Last night, as a birthday present for the two of us, I surprised my love with tickets to see Michael Leunig speak.
If you don’t know who Leunig is, allow me the joy of introducing you to his lyrical, irreverent, delicious work:
2017 really does seem to be my miracle year for being able to witness some of my favourite creatives in person: James Taylor (I wrote about meeting him here), Amanda Fucking Palmer + now Leunig.
Leunig is one part writer, one part comic, one part philosopher.
He shared so tenderly about what it is to be a human and a creative, and how so much of his personal questioning is summed up by Winnicott, a psychoanalyst:
“In the artist of all kinds one can detect an inherent dilemma which belongs to the co-existence of two trends; the urgent need to communicate and the still more urgent need not to be found.”
And despite being “just a comic who draws ducks”, Leunig has copped so much criticism and hate mail over many of his comics, especially for his stance against wars.
When it came for questions, I got up:
“Michael, thank you for your art and words. How do you keep turning up and sharing with an open, vulnerable heart when you have had such a massive amount of shit thrown at you?”
This was his response:
Afterwards, I consumed vast amounts of mini-quiches, invented a truly horrific wine and orange juice concoction, and snogged Dawsy on the balcony overlooking a Canberra so stunningly picturesque I could have sworn she was trying to seduce us both.
I feel blessed by these moments of great clarity. To sit at the feet of someone who has created fearlessly for 50 years, through sun + tsunami + wild winds, to share his heart anyway.
In other news…
I’m in the mood for sharing + teaching about essential oil magic this month... so I’ve created a bunch of free webinars for you to dive into their magic… specifically about productivity, immunity, cooking, lo-tox skin care and lo-tox cleaning.
Do you sell the printed books in Australia anywhere but Amazon?
Sorry, no. I’m hopeful that when Amazon opens here this month they will stock them, but I have no clue whether that will happen.
Will you re-open the Workbook Facebook group?
Not at this time.
And then a story about Emergency Room Zen Monk Insights…
Last week we’ve had one of Those Parenting Weeks that included so many doctors appointments and x-rays and an emergency room wait so long that I feel like I was at a Zen Monk Initiation Ceremony.
(We’re all okay now thank the Great Goddess AND the Great Flying Spaghetti Monster!)
But in a startling insight… probably one brought about because I’m an initiated Zen Monk ordained by Her Holiness The Emergency Room… I’ve decided I probably just need to start creating and sharing again. Because it’s a bit fucking boring not to be, and I create and share because it’s good for my soul first and foremost.
So this morning I was up at buttfuck o’clock with the kids, and leapt out of my couch where I’d been drinking my peppermint tea and my husband said “What’s wrong? What’s happening?”
And I said: “I HAVE AN IDEA!” and ran for pens and paper and started drawing and writing away. And he just watched and smiled, and I could tell behind his eyes, he was thinking “About damn time, lady.” It was like he’d missed Wild Idea Woman, prone to throwing herself into ink at the slightest whim. I get it. I missed her too.
More soon. But for now… 2018 GOALS WORKBOOKS!!!!! GOLDEN AND GLITTERING AND NEW!!!
P.S. I just wanted to say a deep thank you for your love, patience and understanding as I retreated into the cave. It was needed. And I hope whatever wishes to come through next will be that much more alight because of it.
P.P.S. Loving request: I’m not in the mood to promo the fuck out of the workbooks this year. Usually it’s an immense energetic, brain + financial load to do that much advertising, and I don’t wish to do it this time. So if the workbooks are something that people in your life need, please share it with them. Word-of-mouth, heart-to-heart. That’s how the workbook-word will have to spread this year!
I never like to worry people, so I just wanted to reassure you:
I’m okay. I’m really, really okay. I’m really GOOD in lots and lots of ways: I’m happy. We’re happy. Our kids are happy. We have a good life. Homeschooling brings me so much joy.
This was (incase it wasn’t obvious enough! ha!) cry-written/illustrated one night in a journal in those kinds of red river floods of emotion, where nerve endings tingle alight with all the brave fury of the world.
I always thought that I would create, write, share forever. I couldn’t see a day, week, month, year go by without that. And yet, six months on, it’s precisely where I am. And I still don’t see that feeling abating.
My creativity looks different these days.
It’s filled with homeschooling my children. My craft is this one beautiful life, right here, in this precipice moment. They aren’t tiny any more. They aren’t tiny any more.
You elder mamas told me it would be this way:
They grow up far too soon.
I refused to believe you of course. I had fallen down a hole of PND and struggled with the daily rigamarole of tending to a wee baby who needed more than other babies seemed to need. More of her Mama than her Mama had available. And so I was snide and cantankerous in the voice in my head, gasping for a lifeline that it wouldn’t always be this way:
They don’t grow up soon enough.
But time shifted and ebbed as it does.
And before I know it, I have not one long-limbed elfling, but two. The eldest is starting to arrive here on the planet fully after the first seven years of that enchanted place called childhood. I’m not as funny as I used to be to her. My singing isn’t as beautiful. Her wide, sensitive eyes start to drink in reality.
And I don’t want to miss one more thing with her, or with her sister. Don’t want to wish it away. Don’t want to spend it as the mama whose primary joy in life is not them. Don’t want to hide away in my studio when there is so much life and love to be lived out here, sucking great airfuls of it into my skin.
Hiro tells me:
“You can just enjoy this time, you know. It’s okay that you don’t want to be out in the world right now. That feeling won’t always last forever. You can just be with them now. You’ve worked so hard to create this life. You can just enjoy it.”
I spent 7 years trying to find the time to scurry away into my studio, away from them.
Now I want to run toward them, arms outstretched.
Before emails come in:
I wish to reassure people (again): I’m not quitting any of my businesses: Academy, workbooks (2018 editions will be available within the next week) or doTERRA. I’m happy to continue producing these offerings.
The thing that I am struggling with is the external fluff + guff + creation. The blogging + social media. The public sharing.
I have no idea what I will be called to doing next – because it must be a calling… I have no time or inclination for anything but that.
And I don’t know when or where or what my sharing will look like.
I don’t know, and sometimes I am buoyed with the joy of not knowing, and sometimes I am despairing. I don’t know, and until I do, I wait.
But there’s one big mural of a life happening right now, right here. A mural filled with my children and my husband, the sun and the garden, art and books and adventures.
This, right here, without a doubt, is my best work yet. Invisible to all the world but me and us, it is as good and as ripe and as incandescent as can be.
And maybe, just maybe, with all the not knowing of how I will share publicly and the worry and the flash of that… I can lean into this. This one thing that I do know is true.
This, right here. right now. Pour your love right here.
And I do, and I am. And it is enough. More than enough. It’s just what I always wanted it to be.
I wanted to let you know when they will be released + some changes that will be coming + why I’m making those changes. And what’s a Leonie post without a yarn (that’s Australian for “story-telling”) + a catch-up too?
First, the official stuff!
When the workbooks will be released:
By end of October.
Changes to the 2018 product offering:
2018 Biz and Life workbooks WILL be produced as printed workbooks and ebooks again.
2018 Biz and Life e-books will be given to all my Academy members as usual.
There will be changes to the print process of the Biz and Life printed workbooks. They will no longer be spiral bound or have the documents envelope at the back. They will be pared back to a simpler print production.
They will be produced as print-on-demand and will be ordered through a third party website. More details on that soon.
Planner/diary, to do list pads and wall planners will NOT be released this year. These were an addendum to my core offering, and I am not as passionate about them as I am about those workbooks. They are also not as profitable as the workbooks.
At this stage, I will NOT be reopening the workbook Facebook group. It’s been a relatively new side-bonus, one that was invented by one of my past employees that wasn’t in alignment with my original vision. I understand it was a happy place for many people for a time, and I am grateful for that. I take my role as space-holder and energy-upholder for community spaces very seriously, and I will not hold a space half-heartedly.
Why I’m making these changes:
I am going to be making some important changes to my product offering for 2018 in order to simplify + reduce stress for myself. Printing + distributing 80,000+ products across 100 countries in a 3 month timeline got to the point where it was no longer fun for me as a business model. Printing through China + sending via 3 boats to 3 different countries, getting them through Customs, and into 3 distribution centres to then be sent out via numerous postage services to get them into customer’s hands was, frankly, a fucking logistical nightmare that consumed a whole year… by which time I needed to start work on the next year’s workbooks. It was just a level of complexity and financial outlay that I am no longer happy to do.
I have investigated whether partnering with a publishing company was the right move forward. It wasn’t, for various reasons. So this is the right way forward for right now.
I’m incredibly grateful for the success I’ve had with these workbooks. I’m so grateful that they’ve been so deeply loved and adored. And I need to make a shift to how and what I produce to keep it sane and joyful for me.
Please, however, do not use this space to process your feelings about this. That is for your journal or your therapist. I am not asking for feedback. I can’t make everybody happy in this, and I refuse to sacrifice my energy, time and family for things that do not feel right or good to me. If what I offer resonates with you, great. If it doesn’t, please find something else that does.
Let’s make miracles happen…
I’m delighted to offer up these beauties for their ninth season… they’ve changed mine + so many others’ lives.
The power of goals, wrapped in rainbows and love.
I’ll of course share + update when they are available for purchase!
What I’m up to…
It feels odd to send you a letter without some sharing!
What HAVE I been up to?
Goodness me… where to begin?
Taking long service leave from blogging + social media has been so refreshing. It feels like it’s been rewiring my brain in a good way. I’ve written a wee illustrated zine about the experience… will share with you soon.
Happily homeschooling. I also now have TWO horse-riding daughters now, oh heart of beaming hearts! I grew up with horses, mustering cattle, and it’s been my forever wish that I would have children who would find their soul’s home too on a horse’s back. I even went on my first trail ride with Ostara, on one wet, wild, woolly day. I could burst with joy and pride!
There’s also been visits from two sets of cousins, and a visit from my Wild Bushman Dad. We’ve been on a long drive to the ocean to taste the salt air. We’ve been working our way through reading together all of Roald Dahl’s books – another one of those parenting dreams come true. There’s been art + playdates + long walks + rejoicing in the return of the sun in the backyard.
Most of all, I’m ridiculously content. I feel like I’ve really come into my stride as a parent. Homeschooling has been so damn fulfilling – more than I ever expected it to be.
It’s been a joyful, good season of life.
And whilst it looks like it’s muchos quiet on the business front, behind the scenes it is full steam ahead.
Me + Mr D have been working together on the 2018 workbooks. I just did final revisions on it this afternoon while watching Pride + Prejudice for the billionth time. (NO, NOT THE KIERA KNIGHTLEY VERSION YOU PHILISTINE! ORIGINAL BBC SERIES OR NOTHING!)
I also just broke a world record for building the fastest doTERRA business – it’s now generating about $500k a year, but I’ll double that again in the next couple of months. I like to joke that I’ll never be the type to climb Mount Everest or run a marathon but give me a business world record to beat and I am ALL OVER IT LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER.
It’s been a fun, wild ride… I’ve enjoyed it immensely. Mostly I just get tremendous satisfaction from other people seeing how essential oils can change their life like they did mine… and also helping people who want to build abundant doTERRA businesses do it lightning fast.
Also, 2017 has really been a freaking STELLLLLAR year for me on the musicians front. I met James Taylor. I got to see Amanda Palmer in concert. And this morning I had a Skype tea date with another one of my top 5:
Ben Motherfucking LEEEEEEEEEEEEE! His album “Awake is the New Sleep” has been on constant rotation in my house for the last 10 years. I only listen to about 5 albums like that. He’s had an amazing music career since he was 14, acted in the brilliant The Rage in Placid Lake, is a death doula, activist, philanthropist and all round stellar bloke. And… he’s also just created a successful doTERRA business as well.
We had so much to yarn about – creativity, business, essential oils + our surprising career moves.
I managed to keep my fangirl way in check. I think. Meh, fuck it. He’s a rad soul and I delight in that.
My favourite quotes from him from this morning:
“Part of being a creative is deciding something is cool before anybody else does”
“You can’t do anything big in the world without getting a bloody nose.”
We decided there’s so much to talk about, we’d do a free webinar/public-talk-shit together. More deets to come soon. In the meantime, I’ll be over here squeeeeeeeeeeing my heart out!
I’ve been meaning to do this for days, weeks, months.
Sit down + write you this letter.
It’s finally happening now.
It’s early August. Winter sunset is casting sunlight that is golden but otherwise uselessly non-warming. Still, our cherry blossom tree is readying for Spring, preparing itself by sending out tightly enwrapped pink buds off every branch. When warmth comes, it is ready. Ready to burst into song. I could learn from that cherry blossom tree, quit complaining about the cold, ready the celebrations for the turn of season.
A few days ago, we were getting winter-homeschooling-cabin-fever-stir-crazy, so we set off for an early-ish morning walk. Weave through one street, down the next. Walk down the sliver of a walkway between two homes, be ejected out onto the golf course. Skirt the golf course round to the dirt track that weaves over country paddocks. We see luminously green parrots we can’t identify, only marvel over, take notes and photographs so we can look up the names of later. We didn’t used to be like this. Now we are animal-identifying mad. Ostara doesn’t just want to know the names of things, she also wants to know all the names of the animal’s anatomy too, inside and out. Did you know that the membrane between a bat’s foot and tail is called the uropatagium? I do now.
We continue on until the children complain too loudly that it is too far, and we turn back. When we do, a large red fox runs in front of us. We stand and watch him cut away back and forth across the hill until he finally hides beneath a log.
An elderly man sees him too, walking towards us with his delightful and doddering golden retriever named Mac. We stop to talk about the fox, and give Mac cursory cuddles.
Beth (3), pipes up:
“The FOX ran up to the LOG and now he is eating CAKE!”
Mac’s owner replied:
“You’re right! And then after he eats his cake, the bus will pull up and he’ll get on the bus so he can get to the shops!”
It made me giggle inwardly, and I keep thinking of it in the days since.
I just loved this perfect stranger, and his perfect dog, and his ability to seamlessly imagine a cake-eating bus-riding fox world with Beth.
That’s my life right now.
And it has absolutely nothing to do with anything, except I think it also has everything to do with everything.
So, you know me. I’m pretty much an open book. I err on the edge of TMI, not TMM (Tell Me MORE!) Ha!
So it’s been a new experience to have not shared this earlier.
I didn’t really intend to go so long without sharing about it, but it didn’t really feel like the right time, and then I took some time away to homeschool and have a social media break and really just be with my kids without composing blog posts in my head.
And then suddenly the fruit was overripe and it was overtime, and I’m still finding mere snatches of time to tap away at the keyboard, and I’m waiting for pizza to arrive because it’s the only cooking I do now, my husband does it the other 6 nights of the week.
And now I feel like I’m coming out of the closet about it and you might be thinking:
YE GADS WHAT IS SHE TALKING ABOUT? WHAT IS SHE DOING? WHY WON’T SHE JUST SAY IT.
And of course, it’s because I’m nervous, and I’m afraid of what you’ll think, and I think I might be judged for it, because I used to judge it quite snarkily myself too. And if you’d told me even 12 months ago that this is what I’d be doing, I would have laughed my ass off and said:
NOPE. NO WAY. NOT EVER. NOT FOR ME.
It’s been one of the most surprising things that’s happened in my career.
I joined an essential oils MLM.
I know. I know. I KNOW.
I know every thought that has run through your head because I totally had the same thoughts.
I used to even have a running joke with Mr Dawsy about the “Maslow’s Hierarchy of Hippy Ascendency.”
It chronicles the evolution from being a normal, to hippy-curious, to hippy-converted, to Peak Hippy.
At the bottom, it started out with:
interest in crystals
Louise Hay books
As you move up the Pyramid of Ascendency, you will go through your phases of:
Law of Attraction
Going on a spiritual pilgrimage to Thailand or India
Becoming annoyingly positive, continuously pulling out such platitudes as “Just think positive!” Or “If it’s meant to be…”
Higher up, you start reaching:
Do your yoga teacher-training, preferably in Bali
Change your name to: a) an Indian name b) something like “Butterfly Rainbow”
Go to a non-speaking retreat and either hate it totally or tell everybody for the next 3.5 years how much quieter your brain is now you’ve done that.
Go vegetarian, then vegan, then have a dalliance into raw vegan.
Name your children after gods, goddesses or nature
Have dreams about joining a commune or intentional community
Join an essential oil MLM.
We also decided that there were only two levels higher:
Decide that monogamy is no longer spiritual, that polyamory was the way of the future
Leave husband because he wasn’t spiritual enough, or because polyamory kinda fucked it all up.
Here… graphic to illustrate:
So right now half of you will be laffing and laffing, and 50% of you will be ready to write pissed off emails to me (that I’ll never read, because I don’t do emails, my VA does!)… so before you bother sending your futile piss-o-gram to me, I want to specify:
We joke about it because we have TOTALLY DONE IT. I can tick off nearly everything except doing yoga teacher-training (yoga is still classified as sport for me, and it would probably take important time away from reading trashy novels), changing my name (only because I was given my spirit name when I was born (Leonie) and married into the right name. I HAVE however changed my middle name to something Wiccan-based so YAY! POINTS OBTAINED!) and going to non-speaking retreat (wanted to, didn’t get to it before children were born, and now my idea of a retreat is a quiet hotel room with art and books and room service and I am NOT wasting my child-free vacation on anything but that). The final two levels are also not an interest to me because as an introvert, I really don’t need any more people in my life. I’m at my people limit, thanks! HAHAHAHAH!
Also, I just wanted to specify: hippies are my favourite sub-culture. I identify as one. I especially like hippies who have a wry sense of humour and who can laff and laff about our own sub-culture with me.
I did it.
I crossed into another phase, ascended into Peak Hippydom.
Here’s how it happened, and why.
Last year, I was sick. Just as I’d been sick the year before.
Ever since I had hyperemesis gravidarum in my last pregnancy three years ago, my immune system was officially at Status: Fucked.
I’ve asked around, and it appears a fairly common side effect for HG sufferers.
I guess vomiting your guts out and nearly dying from dehydration and starvation and organ failure, existing only thanks to IV drips and drugs used on chemo patients, really fucks with your system. Who would have thunk it? I haven’t said it lately, but HG, you really do suck giant donkey dick.
So yes. Sick.
Come 2016, I spent most of six months in bed. Fevers which left me in vast pools of sweat. Chronic, unrelenting, recurring throat and chest infections.
I would mend slowly, then have a week or two out in the world again, and be down and out… again.
I began a slew of tests.
In the midst of the sickness and the unknowing, I wrote this post, published it for a few hours, before taking it down again.
It felt too vulnerable, too close to reality right then.
Roasting with fevers, my bed becoming a pool of sweat.
“How much can one person get sick?” my husband asks.
I shake my head.
I do not know.
I go to the doctor.
She frowns, orders tests and x-rays.
I gulp back tears.
I thought she would maybe tell me I was overreacting, that it was nothing but a bad year for colds.
She does not.
“It might be nothing, it might be something. We need to rule it all out.”
I stumble around the corner to the blood test lab.
I wish I’d brought my husband for this.
Just want to turn him over in my hand like a smooth, constant river rock.
She has a head scarf covered in flowers and gentle eyes.
As she prepares the vials and needles, I sit on the grey throne.
I begin to fixate on all that could be wrong.
Then, I raise my eyes.
There, on the other wall, is posters upon posters of natural miracles: lightning, sand dunes, sunrises.
Some capture my eye: clouds dousing rain across vistas.
And suddenly, I am enthralled by this realisation:
Even if I go
that is what I will do.
I will be a cloud.
I will roam the earth
pouring my love across all that I meet.
I smile. This makes me very happy.
Yes, that is what I will do.
I will watch you all and listen to your stories and I will love you.
Men and women and children, animals and ocean and earth.
I will love you and want only for your best.
I will believe in you.
I will love you. I will shower you with love.
It doesn’t matter what these tests (either now or later) will say.
It doesn’t matter if this is just a speedbump or a collision.
It doesn’t matter if the journey like this, as a Leonie, is long or short. I’ve already lived longer than my brother, than my dad’s brother, than my friend’s children. It’s never about the length of time of life for love to make an impact.
What’s important is this:
I remember what I am now.
I remember what I was born to do.
I’ll just keep doing the very same thing.
I’ll be a cloud.
That time was hard, and it was scary when I wasn’t immersed in the middle of a spiritual awakening in the blood-letting room.
The tests continued.
My inflammation markers were off the charts, in the range of hospitalisation.
Doctors were perplexed.
Blood tests. Then more. Great vats of them. Bottles of blood taken, leaving me swooning.
X-rays. Mammograms. Ultrasounds.
Tuberculosis? Lung cancer? Breast cancer?
Still no answers. Still so sick.
During the midst of it all, an old friend reached out.
I’d been a fan of hers, actually, in 2006’s halcyon days of scrapbook blogging. She was one of the stars then, and I read about her children’s births, and thought:
This is a good chick. I like this one.
Our paths kept crossing over and over.
Then she messaged me one day last year. I’m so glad she did. She opened up a whole new journey for me that day.
“Darling! Let’s jump on Skype! I used to have a fucked immune system from glandular fever too but I’ve fixed mine now. Let me tell you what worked for me… I know it can help you too!”
Let me tell you: by this point in time, I had zero faith that anything would work.
But I liked Em, and jumped at the chance just to have a yak and a bitch over Skype.
She told me her story about being introduced to essential oils while barfing over a toilet in Bali, and had quickly become a full blown oil-convert. She’d gone from being sick half the year to not being sick in years. She told me the most beautiful story about giving her kid’s teachers an essential oil diffuser with Onguard essential oil blend in the classroom to stop her kids getting sick… and the classrooms suddenly and radically reducing the amount of kids being absent from school with sickness. Such a noticeable difference that other teachers had noticed, and asked what those classes had done… and then adopted the On Guard and essential oil use so it’s now used in every room in the school, and all the hallways smell of it! (Which, to me, is totally delightful… if you’ve smelt Onguard, you’ll know what I mean… it’s this beautiful blend of uplifting oils which smells cinnamony and citrusy and warm!)
The funny part is – I knew about essential oils… I mean… I am a damn hippy after all… but I didn’t get how smelling something would help anything… I’d bought heaps of cheap essential oils before from health food shops I’d also bought higher-priced essential oils from a different MLM company before a couple of years before and didn’t resonate at all with them.
So I was cynical to say the least. But I was out of options, so I gave it a go. Just bought some for my immune system, started using them.I learned that it’s not just about smelling the oils, or diffusing them – though that’s a part of it – you can also apply them topically (like to the soles of your feet) and even take them orally (though this has to be done with care and only in specific ways with specific and good-quality oils).
Immediately, I noticed a difference. My never-ending sick started clearing up straight away. My bouts of illness started reducing in length from a week down to a few days, and in occurrence from every few weeks to every few months… until they stopped altogether. The difference was like night and day. When I returned to my doctor months later for follow-up tests, she was stunned by how my blood markers had changed. “Whatever you are doing… keep doing it. It’s working. And hopefully I won’t be seeing you again anytime soon.” I haven’t been back to see her in 7 months now.
What started as a way to fix my fucked immunity blossomed into a way of life.
We use our oils for:
daily emotions and mood management for us and our kids
sleeping and snoring
every health thing that comes up… 99% of the time, our oil box has a solution for it
creating no-tox house cleaning products
making no-tox beauty products
improving concentration and productivity when working
meditation and spiritual practice
the list goes on…
all of a sudden, I was oil mad.
I went away on health retreat and even took my diffuser with me and a big case of oils… which ended up being SO helpful… I diffused oil when I was homesick and needed something to smell like home. One glorious night, I got the oils out and me and my other retreaters lathered up and got essential oil foot massages and were all on a glorious blissful high for hours.
I started telling other mates about it… especially the ones with shit house immunities! One of them messaged me when she was away for a girl’s weekend – one of her friends with her had gotten sick, and my mate was convinced she’d get sick as well. Luckily, she’d taken her On Guard blend with her, and dosed the shit out of herself… meanwhile texting me “If I can get out of this weekend without getting sick… I AM A TOTAL CONVERT!” She did, and she is.
My kids adore it… they both have diffusers in their rooms now, and ask for a blend to be in it when they go to sleep. When I get new oils arrive in the mail, I sit down on the floor with the kids, and we smell them, and look up what kinds of plants they come from, and watch videos about how the plants are harvested. Having essential oils diffusing through the day definitely improves our moods, and I now use them in my office to stimulate my productivity and focus as well!
It’s really beautiful to see how quickly these Crystal Children GET essential oils and connect with them.
Ostara knows if she’s been bitten by a mosquito to come in and ask for lavender to stop the itching. She knows to use Spearmint when she has an upset belly. She knows to ask for oils when she can’t sleep, or when she’s moving through a difficult emotion.
How it has helped me + my family:
It’s improved all of our immune systems. I can’t remember the last time I was sick which is UNHEARD OF. No sicknesses for any of us!
We’ve got a really powerful, beautiful healing tool that helps us through all kinds of hard feelings, moods, tantrums etc… it’s amazing how quickly these oils change things! It’s like being held in the palms of angels…
My anxiety levels are better than they have been in years… I’m so grateful that I’ve got a healing tool that I can use if they do peak up, and I get relief within a minute (I apply Lavender Peace/Serenity onto my diaphragm and rib cage where my muscles tighten up with anxiety).
I sleep better + wake up with more energy (instead of feeling like a truck has run over me) because I apply Frankincense to the soles of my feet before I go to sleep and diffuse Easy Air/Breathe in our bedroom.
We just aren’t going to the doctor or chemist at all really… there hasn’t been any reason to! Considering we’re in the midst of a city in “flu epidemic”… that’s pretty amazing!
and so much more… I just don’t know what we did before oils, really.
Having said that: I will neverrrrrr be one of those people that think everything can be cured with an essential oil. I had way too many (well-meaning but completely misguided) people tell me that my hyperemesis gravidarum could be cured with peppermint oil (or ginger. Or dry crackers. Or some woo-woo reiki healing.) And it was totally frustrating and hard because I would have LOVED for that to be the case. But I needed some serious heavy duty western medication to survive that pregnancy. And honestly, I believe there’s a place for all of this – eastern, western, woo-woo medicine. That we don’t need to choose between them. We can use all of them as tools for better health.
This whole thing has reconnected me so much deeper to the healer woman in me… the intuitive plant medicine. I love that whatever is happening with us, I can turn to my books, and find a natural solution that works quickly, powerfully and often better than the pill alternative. (And trust me – if the pill worked better, I’d take it! I like fast and effective! Ha!)
But honestly… it made so much sense to me… as an earth and plant lover… to harness the powers of their essential oils. It makes me so happy to be out in the garden among the rosemary and lavender and know that the preventative medicine and mood lifters I am using are from the plants I adore so much. I feel like I’m working with the deva of plant medicine, the angels of the earth.
So that’s how I became a mad-raving fan of essential oils.
Next up: how did I fall into another business?
So, let me be clear:
I had NO interest in doing another business. I already have two of them between the workbooks and the Academy! Both of them are million dollar brands, and I was already busy enough.
While we talked about oils though, I had to ask Em about her essential oil business. I LOVE finding out how different businesses are structured. And she shared about how she’d spent years trying to make money different ways both online and offline, and that she’d really needed to find something that supported her and her family. So when she found this business, she decided to really give it a red hot go… and within less than a year was earning multiple six figures. On her two year anniversary, she’d built to half a million dollars a year. And she’d been doing it while being a present mama to her 3 kids. She obviously adored what she was doing, and it got my brain ticking, because I had a close friend who was looking to do… SOMETHING. Who wanted to make money outside of a job, she just weren’t sure WHAT.
So I started investigating it as a business opportunity for her. I wanted to make sure that if I was telling her about something, I knew that it was a good one… plus it was exciting for my funny little brain that loves to work out business models! At this stage, I definitely wasn’t thinking about it as a business for me. I just wanted to make sure that I didn’t recommend anything to my mate that wasn’t bonza.
Anyways, as I was doing my research… I realised just how much possibility there was… I discovered there were a number of my friends and associates (and even clients I had done private coaching with in years past) who had gone on to create 7 figure income streams.
And as I was doing this, I realised how beautifully it would work for so many of my clients who had so much passion to create an income for themselves and their family… they just needed the SOMETHING to sell.
So doing all the research and realising just how many benefits to this kind of business model… I realised that not only did I think it was a good business model for some of my friends and family… but that there was this increasing spark inside me that said:
Me. I want to do this. I want to build another business in this as well.
I know what you might be thinking:
Fucking essential oils? How do I build a 6 figure business from smelly shit?
Multi Level Marketing? Isn’t that a pyramid scheme?
Is this Amway? GROSS!
Is this really something for me?
So, I totes know those questions, because fuck, I TOTALLY had the same reaction.
The idea kept calling me for months, and I would only tell my husband Chris or my mentor Hiro because I was SO EMBARRASSED. Even then, I would say it as a joke:
“I have secret fantasies about running away and joining the MLM circus!”
I had to keep exploring it, turning it over in my head, having more conversations and sitting with myself before I worked through all the questions and worries I had in my head.
Honestly – in the past, I’ve been quite judgey about multi level marketing.
It was only when I did the research that not only was it a really fucking cool business model… but that I knew a stack of friends, family and clients who would resonate really beautifully with it, and that it would be an amazing income source for them.
Here’s why I fell in love with the business model:
They are really, really generous. They have one of the most generous compensation plans in the industry. It’s actually really doable for committed people to earn 6 figures + 7 figures.
They have one of the highest retention rates of customers in the industry – doTERRA enjoys a 68 percent retention rate, compared to a direct selling industry average near 10 percent. After joining doTERRA, 68 percent of all customers reorder, continue to share doTERRA products, or build a doTERRA business. What this means is: customers are REALLY happy with their orders… and it’s easier for doTERRA businesses to continue earning moolah! If you look at something like Tupperware that is sold through direct sales like doTERRA – there’s only so many products you can buy before your kitchen fills up. This is a consumable resource which means it creates long term residual income.)
They were just ranked the #2 best MLM company worldwide to partner with (despite being a relatively new business – they only started in 2008!)
You don’t have to hold stock or pay for expenses… it’s pure profit. (Which, to me, having spent $500k last year to print workbooks, is a masssssive turn on!)
Financial boner alert: it is also residual passive income. Once you build a stable business, you will receive income for life. Basically… a really fucking cool retirement plan. I think it’s a beautiful insurance idea really… for when you want to take holidays, have time away to have more babies, if you get sick or if, you know… LIFE happens!
The reason they sell it as a multi-level marketing company (also known as “network marketing” or “direct marketing”) is that doTERRA wants you to find a doTERRA business owner (called a “Wellness Advocate”) who supports, educates and helps people get the most out of their essential oils. They don’t want people to just go into stores and buy them. They want people to be connected and helped through the process so they can get the most benefit out of the essential oils. Being a doTERRA Wellness Advocate isn’t really about “selling” – it’s about sharing, connecting and helping people. Or as Em says “I get to hear everyone’s secrets so I can help them! I get to be their OIL FAIRY!”
It’s still a (very) untapped market… less than 1% of the population use essential oils… but over 70% of the population are interested in using natural products to improve their health.
Essential oils are something people need to purchase again and again – which increases your earning rates as a business as you get a commission for everyone’s orders for all time! Also… as you’ll soon learn… they are a bit of an addictive thing that brings people so much joy!
They have a really wonderful fair trade model of business that support communities in developing countries to grow indigenous plants for their area.
I also think that in a lot of ways it’s a really great business model alternative to change to, or add into your income streams. Here’s why:
It’s a plug and play business model. Everything is already worked out for you – the training, distribution, product, development, research, admin, marketing systems. You just have to actually do the work.
It’s easier to coach people in it because it’s a set of steps without much variance no matter where or who you are.
I’m tired of launching and the launch model. I suspect a lot of people are.
For me personally, I wanted to have an income stream that was a less personal brand, that didn’t require me to be public facing all the time.
Adding extra income streams is a smart financial move.
And again: the long-term passive recurring income. There’s not many businesses that can offer it.
Now: WTF would I be doing a doTERRA business?
So, when I talked to Em the first time about doTERRA businesses, I did NOT think it would be worth my time at all.
I’ve created two million dollar brands. I own a fast-growth company that is highly profitable. I’ve been finalist for myBusiness’ Australian Business Woman of the Year award and Ausmumpreneur of the Year. And I don’t want to be a wanker here, but I became a self-made millionaire just after I was 30 years old.
My time is money, and it’s really important for me to choose v. wisely.
And I started seeing it as a really fun extra passive-income stream for me… that would mean I could ease up the gas on my current workload, take time off to write a book (or just fuck around drawing unicorns and playing with my kids)… while building a long-term abundant financial security for me and my family. And most of all, I could gift my husband with a retirement plan. Even though we have other investments and excellent savings, I married a man who is a worrying worrier. He is very risk adverse… and bless him, he married an entrepreneur. He’s supported my dreams, stepped out of his own career to look after our kids so I could build my companies, even when it can be scary for him. My heart wells with gratitude when I think of his sacrifice, and I dearly want to give him the gift of a glorious retirement plan. It’s a love plan.
I also started getting excited about how fun it would be to apply my brain to something new… and to be able to help people super directly in their businesses, and see them prosper too. It would give me so much fucking JOY to use all the business and marketing skills I’ve built and work with people to see them reach their financial and lifestyle goals. In lots of ways I already do that, but this felt like it would be even more intimate and connected!
6 months on… how has my doterra business building journey been?
I decided to take six months and give it a good “test run”. See how it felt, see how doable it was, see the kinds of results people could get with it before going “public” fully with it.
My “test run” is officially ended, and it’s been a success – financially, emotionally + lifestyle-wise.
I’ve hit $200k a year already, and have plans to be at $1.3m a year by end of this year. I’m on track to be the fastest doterra builder in history.
More importantly, I’ve been able to coach + help other women (many complete business newbies without existing audiences!) build their own sustainable, abundant incomes, with many of them on track to earn multiple 6 figures within a year of starting. That’s pretty decent business odds if you ask me!
(Just to be super clear here: it is absolutely doable for someone to create a multiple 6 figure doterra business within 12 months without having an existing audience or business. It takes WORK… as does every business. But it definitely DOES work and I know many people who have done it, including my wonderful mate Em who introduced me to the oils!)
But honestly, the best parts are less tangible:
the joy of helping other women reach THEIR financial and business goals
getting to hear stories every single day of healing miracles of oils in my customer’s lives
becoming a major sponsor of Suluhisho Children’s Orphanage in Kenya
getting to do business with some of my closest friends
and most of all: doing business as a team sport for the first time
bonus points: retreats + hang outs.
I’ve realised how lonely it’s been to run a business solo for so long. This business comes with SO MUCH support built-in. It’s a community. It’s a sisterhood. I’m astonished when I get presents and cards in the mail from other people in my tribe when I reach a new doterra rank. I’m gobsmacked at how much free coaching and training there is available. I’m in awe of how much we’re all in this together.
I’m also really grateful for:
the chance for me to clear up my incorrect assumptions about network marketing
being able to master new business skills in a new industry
being able to teach about network marketing from what I’ve learned from being on the ground building a business in it (and learning its differences + similarities to traditional business).
So… that’s all.
5000 words to share with you what Leonie Did Next.
It was a leap of faith. A surprise twist. Something I never saw coming.
But I’m glad I did it. Glad I leapt.
It’s healed parts of me that I didn’t even know needed healing.
I’m having the time of my life.
I’m totally jazzed + excited to support more people in getting these oils into their lives… I think every home should have them!
AND I’m also deeeeeeelighted to help new peeps who want to build an abundant doTERRA business with me!
Please don’t email me to try to convert me to another MLM or essential oils company. I also know there’s a whole bunch of East Side/West Side conflict between Young Living and doTERRA. I have less than zero interest. I’ve tried other oils. I resonate with doTERRA’s the most.
I am not interested in poaching existing doTERRA wellness advocates. The only reason to change uplines would be if you have had no contact with your enroller and haven’t ordered for 6 months. If that’s not you, please follow doTERRA policy and bloom where you are planted.
Shitty emails will be sent straight to the bin by my VA. I’m not going to see them, and I am not particularly interested in what you think about me or my life or business decisions. If you are triggered by my decisions, perhaps it’s a wonderful opportunity to do some journalling or self-reflective work. You may also find this video useful.
If you email me asking questions that have already been answered in this post, you will be sent this link to read.
I will be continuing with my other two companies (workbooks + Academy) with great gusto + joy. This is just a third string to my bow. Those two brands have been my driving force for the last 7 years, and will continue to be a major part of my journey moving forward.
If you’re wondering how I’m managing 3 companies + homeschooling my 2 kids, there is a “how I do homeschooling” course in the Academy that answers that. Basically it’s the exact same way I’ve always worked part-time hours while building my businesses – doing only the important things and either deleting, automating or delegating the rest. I also talked about my commitment to Pareto’s Rule here.
I will be continuing to talk about all the other things that I usually talk about. It won’t be a 24/7 essential oil channel. It will just be an addition to all the other sharings I do.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for sharing this (surprising and delightful) journey with me!