It’s also important for me to share my boundaries about how we work with people, what’s acceptable and what’s not.
I believe boundaries in business and life are really important to spell out.
You may also find this useful in your own business if you are struggling with spelling out your boundaries.
So here we go, loves.
A comprehensive list on the best way to contact me, what not to do on social media + what will get you fired from working with me.
Email is always, always, always the best way to contact me. Please don’t Facebook private message my personal profile or Facebook comment or Twitter DM if you have any questions or issues with any downloading programs. Please just send an email instead to email@example.com so you can get the fastest responses possible. (My staff will respond to messages on my Facebook page, but email is always the first ones that are responded to.) It’s just way too hard to keep track of a zillion different message possibilities spread out among a zillion social media channels otherwise.
Please offer my support team + myself with the same respect, compassion + understanding that you would want someone to offer to you (or to your best friend or dearest loved one). I have an amazing customer service support team who treat everyone so amazingly. If you are in any way abusive, passive-aggressive or nasty, I will fire you as a client and block you on all social media channels. I do not invite negativity or abuse into my life or business. I do not work with people who throw shoes or negative energy. If you have any questions, communicate them clearly and kindly, and my amazing team will happily help.
It’s okay if you don’t resonate with me at this time. You do not need to let me know if you don’t resonate with me, or think I should be different. I don’t need to know about it as I’m concentrating on serving the people I do resonate with.
Please don’t use my Facebook page as a way to promote your stuff or affiliate links. Please don’t spout negative shit/throw shoes either. That’s not okay with me. Your comment will be deleted and you will be banned.
Along the Facebook line – don’t tag me in photos just to promote your stuff that has nothing to do with me. That’s not good social media etiquette.
I don’t wish to know if you believe if I should be eating/parenting/living differently. I often don’t feel comfortable sharing photos of what I’m eating because someone usually shares an unwelcome remark about what I should be cutting out from my diet. I make my food/kid/life decisions based on the whole picture of my family and what is right and true for us. I will ask simply + very clearly if I have any questions that I’d like clarity around. I don’t need to know if you feel that soy/olive oil/coconuts/fresh air is THE DEBBBBIL AND WILL KILL YOU. Where I hang out is a judgment/critiquing-free-zone. (By all means, share about it on your own social media channels/blog. If I’m interested and searching for it myself, I’ll find it there.)
Two money things to be crystal clear about – first of all, please note that there are NO refunds for Academy memberships. I pour everything I can into the Academy. I wholly believe in the incredible value and transformational power of the Academy. Even if you don’t end up using the mastermind forums, you still get to keep & use over and over again over $3800+ of my pride-and-joy products. It’s amaaaazing value, and I really wholeheartedly believe & know you’d be hard pressed to find as much content, love and goodness in a very small priced program. When you invest in your self with the Academy membership, your purchase is final. If you’re wanting to be an Amazing Biz & Life Academy member, say Yes to it with your whole heart & spirit. I notice that sometimes peeps buy, and then have a partial freak-out and want to back out because they are afraid of making the transformations that will come. You need to stand behind your commitment, and do the work — that’s the only way you’ll actually see results in your life and business.
And the second money boundary – if you decide to invest in the Academy using our generous payment plan, please understand that you are obligated to actually paying off your payment plan. I give immediate access to the Academy with the part payment plan, and this is offered in full faith that you are committed to paying in full. I’m not down with peeps going into the Academy, downloading all my programs and cancelling their payments. That’s stealing, and it’s not the honouring kind of energy I uphold in my life and business. I commit totally to giving you as much as I can to help you. You need to honour your commitment too.
Don’t copy my stuff. I see way too many copycat yearly workbooks out there. You honestly need to trust that inside you are ideas that you need to bring into the world. Plus copying gets you beyond nowhere – just because it’s been successful for me, it’s something I’ve worked on, cultivated and grown for the last four years. I’ve built my huge tribe over the last nine years with dedication, love, inspiration and commitment. You can’t copy true success. You absolutely need to create your own kind of success by birthing your own original ideas – that’s the only way to have a prosperous, sustainable business that feels like it’s on soul purpose for you. Plus, copying feels icksville.
I pledge to turn up + make the Amazing Biz and Life Academy into the most powerful, generous, affordable business + life development program out there. It’s also important that you take responsibility for your own education and involvement there.You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it have a drinky-poo.
I will make decisions for the Academy and for my business that are right for my soul and life. They will not always resonate with every single person on the person, nor should they. I can only do what I am led to do, what is true and right for me.
I am not into negativity of any kind. I will not engage with it, and I will remove it from my world. My intention is to create positivity, joy, growth + empowerment every where I go and hang out. If you’re not able to rise to that level, I’m not willing to have you a part of my business, life or world.
If these don’t feel like something that’s an appropriate fit for you, I understand and wish you love.
For those who are ready to do the work, I happily welcome you into Leonie World with open arms.
Boundary-setting can feel uncomfortable. Sometimes I think “GAWD, DO I REAAAAALLLLY HAVE TO ACTUALLY SAY THIS STUFF?”
But I’ve learned that I do. And what’s more, it can be a really useful experience – it helps everyone involved feel safer.
Now you know how I roll in this world, what’s okay with me and what’s not. And you can or decide this isn’t the right thing for you at this stage of the game, or jump in with a whole-hearted YES and high fives!!!
I’m sending you all dollops and dollops of love and kindness,
My first time away from my daughter since she was born.
It was a massively intense experience – from the very beginning of not believing I could actually go away on my own, through to the aftermath of what’s happened since I’ve come back.
I wanted to share it with you.
To encourage you, inspire you, or plant a seed to have your own retreat (whether you are a mama or not!)
HOW IT ALL BEGAN
It started with a healing.
Months ago – many many months ago, too many to even count,
my dear mentor/healer/intuitive/counsellor/sage/support Hiro started urging me:
“Leonie, you need to get away. Just some time for you to be in your own energy. Just some time and space for you to be with yourself and integrate everything that has changed for you over the last three years. You need this.”
And I argued, of course.
I argued that it wasn’t possible.
I argued that Starry wouldn’t survive without me.
I argued that I couldn’t afford it.
I argued that my hunky love would never, ever agree.
In my mind, it was not possible. Not possible or doable at all.
But she kept on suggesting, in that gentle, loving way of hers:
“Leonie, your soul needs this.”
And I listened but I KNEW it wasn’t possible. Not doable. Not at all. Not in this busy, full life of mine.
And then finally, I listened more.
And we did some healing around my stories of support + what I could and couldn’t do as a mum.
And I said “yes.”
HOW I GOT THE SUPPORT OF MY HUSBAND TO DO IT
I was nervous talking to my love about it.
I believed really that I could only possibly maybe only have a night away.
Even though Hiro had urged me to take more time than that.
Even though I wanted more inside me.
So I decided to go in with the bargaining chip of a too-high-request. (That’s not necessarily the best way, but it’s what I was okay with doing in that moment. Also: this was not the first time we’d talked about it. Ya gotta communicate the shit out of these things.)
“Honey, I need to talk to you about something.”
“You know how I’ve wanted some time away by myself for a really long time? I really need to do this now. I want to fill my well after looking after Starry for so long, and I want to do it especially before I become pregnant again. Can we please work out a way for me to go for two nights?”
(I fully expected him to say – “Why don’t we just try one night instead?”)
And he shrugged his shoulders and said
“Yeah, sure, that sounds totally fine honey.”
And he said it like I’d asked if he could mind Starry for five minutes while I popped down the shops.
So I said
“Right. Well. I wasn’t expecting that. If you’re this cool about it, can I go for three instead?”
And then I danced around the room singing “The hills are alive with the sound of muuuuusic!!!!”
And Starry joined me, because that looked like fun.
And it was. And I’d do a lap of the room and then kneel to kiss Chris’ feet,
and Starry would mimic me,
and we all cackled and giggled and laughed together.
And it felt like the sweetest, most joyous family moment.
What a gift. What a special, special gift.
HOW I PREPARED MY DAUGHTER
I talked to Starry about it too.
It helped that her Poppy Bear (grandaddy) had just gone away on his own retreat for a few days.
I told her that I was going to go on holidays on my own as well, just like Poppy Bear had done.
And that she’d be at home with Daddy and have some wonderful special time with him.
And that I’d come back after three nights of sleeping, and that she’d be taken care of and have fun.
She understood and was fine about it.
When I left, I got her a rose quartz shaped like a heart, and knelt down in front of her. I put it in her hands, and wrapped my hands around hers, and told her if she ever felt lonely or like she missed me, she could hold the heart and she’d feel all my love surround her.
She was totally stoked about that: “Ohhhhh! Mummmmmy! Thank you berry much!! Thank you berry berry much!!!! I LOVE!!!!!”
And she kissed the shit out of my face and it was beautiful.
(Incidentally, she loved that little ritual so much she has continued to bring me the rose quartz heart since then, and wants me to put it in her hands again like last time. What a special crystal-connection thing to share!)
HOW I CHOOSE MY RETREAT LOCATION
I think about going to a B&B in the rainforest just down the road from our house.
Just incase, you know, an emergency happens and PEOPLE NEED ME YOU KNOW.
But then I got over myself.
And I remembered Hiro asking me:
“If anything was possible, where would you go?”
And the answer was a little beach that is one of my favourite places in the world.
It happens to be the place where I saw dolphins for the first time.
And when I sit there, I feel like I can see the future. I feel peace.
And I feel like somehow it’s energetically connected to the coastline of Northern California.
It’s special. So special.
That’s where I wanted to be.
I hunted for a place to stay where I could see the ocean and be close to it.
I knew I could probably find a place on the cliff that would give me that kind of connection.
So I found a Tuscan-style B&B to stay at.
I wanted privacy, solitude, quiet + spellbinding beauty.
That’s the essence of why I wanted.
THE EAGLE HAS LANDED: THE BEGINNING OF RETREAT!
When I entered my villa, my eyes welled up. I shivered with delight.
It was spellbindingly beautiful.
Before I came, I was worried I wouldn’t be able to see the ocean enough. I was worried I’d feel too much like I was in a room with two-small-windows and no privacy.
But there I was, at this apartment on the cliff, down six winding staircases.
And the walls are glass and all I see is sky and sea.
The sea is immense and high.
For some reason, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen an ocean that sits so high on the horizon. I don’t even know if it makes sense, but there it is. The wide and immense Pacific Ocean.
Clouds rolls over and shadowsshape shift across the sea.
The wind washes around my little place in the world. Green trees push and rush against my windows.
In a word: perfect.
I loved that it’s not perfect too.
I loved that there are cracks, and I love that there is water damage on the ceiling. I love that a window is broken.
I’ve always loved things that are broken, for some reason.
I felt exactly like I am in Italy.
It’s all Tuscan and wood and terracotta and slate and rock and ornate wooden rocking chairs and ceiling freezes with ivy.
I called my dearest love when I arrived to let him know.
To tell him how grateful I was.
To tell him it was the greatest.thing.ever.
And he knew.
And he understood.
HOW I SPENT MY RETREAT
I spent the next four days and three nights awash in beauty.
When you ask what I did on my retreat, I don’t know much of what to tell you.
I just listened to what I wanted.
I did what my body and soul wanted like a quiet, soft animal.
I read. I stared at the sea. I took a half-hearted attempt at a nap (I’m shithouse at napping). I did a little bit of collaging. I read some more. I ate. I drank tea.
I dragged a rocking chair out onto the deck. I sat and read and stared at the sea and I sang to her.
I took myself on a date to a little, packed Italian restaurant and drank half a glass of champagne at the bar. I attempted to watch The Voice but it sucked not having my hunky love and my mother-in-law to trade comments with, so I read some more instead.
I went to the toilet by myself (!!!!!!!!!!!) I pooped in PEACE!
I also had enough space around me that I actually missed my husband and daughter – not in a sucky way, more in a “I’m noticing how much my heart swells when I think of them” kind of way. I wrote a little. I read some more. I sat on the bed and stared at the ocean. I talked to myself and told myself jokes (I tell you, my BFF Leonie really IS the best ever!) and I laughed hysterically. I bathed in the Essence of Leonie. I really, really dig that bird.
ALSO: I GOT A TATTOO (!!)
I also marked something big off my list – I got a tattoo.
I promised myself long ago that I wouldn’t get my first until I’d gotten past my Saturn Return. I’d always had a feeling that I’d have a particularly intense one (helloooo being a Scorpio… I never do anything by halves!) I also knew that I wouldn’t be the same person I was before my Saturn Return.
And I was right. I was very much reborn in lots of ways over the last three years. And I’m coming out the other side now, and it’s a beautiful fucking thing to lose your faith and joy and find it again.
I’ve been doodling and designing and drawing it for over a year now, and I wanted to do it before my hunky love impregnates me again.
And it was a gorgeous way to end my retreat too.
The next day, I woke up as the sun rise over the ocean.
And I got so excited that I couldn’t wait to get back home to see my two loves.
HOW MY DAUGHTER SURVIVED MY RETREAT
She was completely fine, of course. Even when I didn’t think that would be the case. (I totally thought I WAS SO NEEDED!)
She cried zero times. When she woke up the first morning without me there, she crawled into bed with her Daddy and said
“Mummy on holidays in the orange car.”
And he said:
“She is sweetie, but the car is blue.”
“Oh YES! BLUE CAR! HAW HAW HAW!”
(Because blue cars are infinitely more funny than orange ones, apparently.)
She was totally fine with that explanation, and appeared to understand that I’d be away for a little while longer than usual.
So she had a party on the verandah with her daddy and grandparents.
She played outside. Played with her dogs and toys. Read books. Had endless bubble baths.
(It sounds like she was on a wonderful retreat of her own!)
When I returned home, I totally was expecting some kind of fanfare. Like:
OMG YOU ARE HOOOOOME I LOOOOVE YOU SOOO MUCH
(from both my hunky love and daughter)
Cue panpipe music and running across the field towards each other, arms outstretched.
Instead, it was like:
OH HEY WASSUP
as though I’d just been at the shops for five minutes.
It didn’t crush my heart, if that’s what you’re wondering.
Instead it made me think:
Well. Fuck me! It turns out I’m actually a lot less needed and a whole lot freer than I thought I was!
That feels beautifully liberating and exciting to know that truth.
Also, they are very cute. Witness:
And now, it feels like so much less of a BFP (Big Fucking Production) to go out on my own now.
I don’t have to micromanage things! I don’t have to organise the crap out of my family!
I can just know and trust that hey, my husband knows what he’s doing. My daughter is completely and totally fine without me around 100% of the time!
So much so that I was invited out this weekend to go camping with a bunch of wild magic women to do a full moon ceremony, and I said yes without even thinking.
Because of course I can do that. Of course that’s doable.
And it is.
It feels so good.
I know now beyond a shadow of a doubt that
EVEN THOUGH I AM A MOTHER, I CAN STILL HAVE MY NEEDS FILLED.
I can still give myself what I need. I can still have time to myself! I can still have much needed soul retreats! I can still have solo adventures! I can still go out!
This feels fucking MASSIVE to me, loves.
Massive! Huge! Ginormous!
When I became a mama I thought I no longer had the right or the priveledge to self care.
Now I see it is absolutely fucking ESSENTIAL.
THE BENEFIT OF SOLO RETREATS
Here’s what I noticed from having a solo retreat:
I come back and I’m a much happier, present mama and wife.
My well has been filled, and there’s plenty to spare (instead of feeling like it’s hitting dry every week!)
Heading off to my retreat felt like my soul firmly came back – clunk – into my body.
Like my soul had found its home.
And from there, I radiate brighter.
My radiance touches my daughter and my husband.
And they are much more able to be at home in their own soul’s too.
WHY SOLO RETREATS ARE GOOD FOR BUSINESS TOO
I’ve long maintained that having a full, beautiful life filled with hobbies + holidays that aren’t all business are very good for your business.
It’s so, so important to fill your well. To NOT work 24/7 without break.
When you DO fill your well, nourish yourself and have time away you will be:
able to see your business more clearly – including what you need to say yes to more often, no to and change the direction of
more able to face the challenges of your business without it rocking your core.
I had grand plans for writing a book (hahahahah) during my retreat.
I didn’t lift my pen, except to scrawl some words in my journal of
omg this is the greaaaatest everrrrrrrrr
That’s what was needed. I came back being able to see my business from the top down, instead of immersed in the forest.
It was a blessed, beautiful, needed experience.
Feeling more like myself than ever before (and ain’t that the best feeling ever!)
All in all: HIGHLY RECOMMENDED. DOUBLE THUMBS UP!!!!
I’m sharing this because I have been asked my use of the F-bomb.
So here’s my public declaration:
Yes, I do swear.
And I’m okay with it.
In fact I’m more than okay with it.
I don’t believe I’ll be changing it anytime soon. It’s a part of my self that I happen to adore.
I really love, love, love being Leonie. And I’m 100% okay with being a Leonie that swears.
I write in the way that I speak – honestly + decoratively.
I understand that for some peeps may not resonate with it. I understand some people may feel offended by it.
I understand. I’m also okay with it.
I also understand that it can be a cultural thing – Australians by and large tend to be more down with swearing than the US + UK (probably not Ireland though – swearing is their national language and would beat out Aussies anytime! Ha!)
For me, I don’t use swear words in violence or anger. I use them with joy and creativity and passion. I do it because it makes me gigglesnort. I do it lightheartedly.
What you won’t find me saying is: “Well that’s just fucked and people are fuckheads.”
What you will find me saying is: “Holy fuck, the world is so indescribably beautiful.”
I do it because that’s how I speak.
I understand my writing may not please all people. I understand that. There’s no way I actually CAN please all people.
It’s an impossible task.
Especially since I’m also liable to talking about vaginas. And goddesses. And hippy-woo-woo things. And death.
And yet I can’t hold back the dam that’s inside me, the truths that want to be spoken, the things that need to be heard by some people at some time. It may not be for everyone. But it will be right for the right people.
I also understand it’s much more important for me to speak in the way that feels right and happy to me, without holding back.
I don’t want to feel like I’m hiding my swear bear nature when I write to you.
I don’t want you to be surprised if you ever meet me in person and I decoratively describe something with F bombs.
I actually happen to find tongue-in-cheek, perfectly placed and heartfelt swearing to be endearing and hilarimo. I dig when people are that real. I like women who swear.
I also appreciate that might not be your way of seeing it, and that’s okay.
If you don’t like any form of swear words,you might like to choose to not read my writing.
(I don’t need to hear if you find me offensive. Or annoying. How you think of me is none of my business if you do.)
What’s really important to me is this:
Turning up and creating. Writing what is in my heart and soul as honestly, vulnerably and on-soul’s-truth as possible (that may or may not include swear words, depending on what I feel called to writing). Doing my best job at helping the other souls that I am destined to help. Loving the buggery out of my self as I do it all. And changing the world through philanthropy. That’s my job. That’s all I need to focus on.
There are six billion paths up the mountain to God.
This is probably the most random thing I’ve ever written. AND THAT IS SAYING SOMETHING.
Also, potentially one of the greatest. Also: THAT IS SAYING SOMETHING.
It’s a whole bunch of shit that I think about before going to sleep and I think
“Oh, I should write to them and tell them!”
“Them” being you. My peeps. My tribe.
This is like being in my brain.
It’s a fun, exotic, kooky place. It always amuses me.
Also: happy anniversary to my ridunkulously handsome/spunky/sage husband. It’s our 12 year snogaversary and our 2 year wedding anniversary today. He’s my favourite dreamboat/teacher/student/muse/soulmate/best friend. I had no idea (maybe an inkling) that that hot IT guy at work would be my future husband and impregnator. We celebrated our special day by helping my parents-in-law change light bulbs this morning, and this afternoon I’ve buggered off down the mountain to a cafe to do some writing. And I (of course) forgot my wallet. So he ended up driving all the way down the mountain to give it to me. I thanked him with a public snog and perve. He has nice legs and a nice heart and I like that in a man.
May I present to you: A Cornucopia of Fucking Random + Delightful!
THE LEONIE DICTIONARY OF WORDS
I often get people say “Erm WTF didjajustsay? Is that English?”
Nope… it’s Leonie-ism. My special own lil creative, rambunctious language.
And because you are my BFFs, I’m sending you the decoder to it.
Behold, this is what the shit I say means.
THE LUSH + LYRICAL LIST OF LEONIE LANGUAGE (BECAUSE ALLITERATION IS FUN!!)
Radfest = so rad it’s like an orgasm of radness.
Gigglesnort = when you get the giggles so hard you snort. I’m not judging you for it. I do it too.
Ridunkulous = ridiculous. As in: ridunkulous good.
OMFG = Oh My Flowering Genius. Oh hang on, nope, that’s not it. OHMYFUCKINGGOD!
ERMAGERD = OMG = Oh My Gawd!
Dobleros = Moolah = Money = Gold Coinage.
ICGLTASS = I Could Give Less Than A Single Shit = I don’t believe I care much for that.
Hunky Love = Hottest Man On The Planet = My Husband.
Holy dinger = Holy crap = Term of surprise or intense emotion
WADDAFA = WTF = Why The Face (a little Modern Family joke there for those of you playing along at home).
That’s So Unicorn Right Now = Holy Fuck I LOVE IT!
Laydeez = Ladies = Womenfolk = Dear Sisters Of The Holy Vagina
#ladyboner = I do believe I find that very attractive.
knackered = Australian-ese for “golly gosh I am tired!”
fortnight = Australian/Queen’s English for two weeks (i.e. “I get a #ladyboner at every fortnight at least”)
Other (not so guilty) pleasures that I will never, ever apologise for:
I don’t watch any movies except romantic comedies that have a happy ending.
Most movies (including kid’s movies) are too scary for me. I fucking LOVE formulaic, bland movies. I get too emotionally involved and distraught if it doesn’t have a happy ending. My brain just doesn’t GET that it’s not real life.
I read a LOT of romance novels.
It’s like taking a brain holiday, otherwise I’m all switched on entrepreneur brain 24/7. I read about 85% Victorian romance, 10% Western romance, 5% assorted trashy smut. It’s pretty much the greatest ever. (Last year, I read over 200!)
I read fan fiction.
Here’s how that goes: I get obsessed with a movie or a TV show. I think about it a lot. Consider the relationships and deeper meanings of everything. Read up on all of the characters/trivia/miscellaneous on Wikipedia. Consume every piece of Fan Fiction there is available.
I have an addictive personality.
I’m a Scorpio which happens to be the most addiction-riddled star sign. I happened to miss the predilection drugs/grog/smokes though. My predilection instead is to reading/specific food textures/superfoods/creating/obsessing over TV shows and movies.
BRITCOM SHOWS YOU SHOULD WATCH
When Marissa was here for our first team planning retreat, we gleefully introduced her to the plethora of British TV comedy shows that we love and adore.
It think Britcom is so dang underrated. It’s funny + dry + weird + delightful.
My hunky love found this show for me because (in his words) “I wanted to find you something light and quiet and gentle for you to relax and enjoy.” #ladyboner for his thoughtfulness!
And it is. It’s kind of like if Sheldon Cooper got older + moved to Britain + fell in love with a school teacher.
It’s like watching porcupines trying to cuddle each other. It’s real + stunning + awkward.
I don’t know why I’m so obsessed by it but I am.
I love the whole idea of two people trying desperately to love each other and being so effing flawed and baggage-ridden.
Modern Day Pride and Prejudice, with significantly less Colin Firth. But Martin Clunes IS oddly sexy. So there is that.
I GUESS IF I’M TALKING TV, I SHOULD SAY WHAT OTHER SHOWS I LOVE
But I can’t be assed linking to them. So if you’re really called, you can play LMGTFY.
Beyond perfect. I thought it was way too hipster for me judging from the ads. But NO! It’s actually funny + smart + spunky + delicious!
And YAY! They are doing another season! At LONG LAST!
Adorable. Full adorable.
Both UK + US editions. But I’m more obsessive about the US version because it’s a longer term obsession.
Pam + Jim = Pim forevaaa!
The Voice Australia.
But only during the turn-the-chairs rounds. After that I just start getting depressed about all the people who are getting kicked out. That’s the point in time I start reverting back to reading the latest Tessa Dare romance novel on my Kindle and saying ICGLTASS.
MY SACRED MANTRA:
If someone doesn’t like me/my work/my ideas/my overexcitable personality/that they think I’m a sellout/that they think I’m annoying or weird/how I look/who I am/that I swear/that I’m pretty much a happy labrador in a human body?
I don’t believe for one single second that I am supposed to be anyone but Leonie.
I really, really fucking LOVE being Leonie. I love being her best friend. I think she is funny as shit and smart and a determined motherfucker and an all round good person.
I’m okay if other people don’t see that. What they think of me ain’t none of my damn business.
What is my damn business is being who I am and loving the shit out of me (which is pretty damn easy, really!)
I don’t believe my personality/body/anything should be any different. I was born this way for a reason. And I believe and trust in that reason.
And of course, I’m totally down with optimising shit and healing my own stuff.
But I don’t do it because I’m not good enough or that I need to change in order to be loved.
I do it because I love to heal and grow.
All it does is bring me closer to myself.
And I love that.
Was that the greatest or was that the greatest?
Now get out there and go ask out that hot girl/guy you’ve been perving on for ages.
It’s May and I still haven’t shared ’em. I got a bit embroiled in creative birthing to get my biggest goals launched – my new website and the new Amazing Biz and Life Academy.
And now they are both out in the world, it’s the perfect time to share with you what some of my 2013 goals are… and also check back in to see where I’m at with them!
I’ve been noticing a heap of gorgeous goddesses over on Instagram lately doing an instinctive, organic review of the goals they wrote in their 2013 planners, it’s pretty amazing to see how many of their goals have already come true.
I’ve included business, body, family, love, adventures + friendship goals into this mix.
So here we goes party peeps… what my goals are and where I’m at with them!
Take the historic train up the mountain with Chris and Starry
Visit the Daintree
Go on flight at coffee plantation
Go to Yungaburra
Go to Yungaburra markets
Go to Mareeba markets
Go on holiday by myself
Have a beach holiday
FUN TIMES + FRIENDSHIP
See dolphins again
Have 2 1 friends visit on holidays (1 down! My bestie visited!)
Make friends and have fun!
Make 3 good new friends
3 months holidays (I’ve taken a couple of weeks of holidays already, not sure if I need or want to do longer month ones though – I am getting so much better at filling my well on a daily/weekly basis now!)
Feel connected with dear old friends
Have amazing, inspiring entrepreneur soul sisters to uplift me
Find my women’s circle
For me, Chris and Starry to have a wonderful network of friends and community here
FAMILY, HAPPINESS + HOME
Try out extra playgroup
Get pregnant (obv, this is a new goal ;))
Name our place
Grow a garden
Eat own passionfruit
Grow a pumpkin or watermelon patch (got watermelon seeds to propagate to about two inches… and then my hunky love mowed over them. Ha! Next summer I’ll be coming at the watermelon patch like a spider monkey!)
Research Sacred Sabbath (read this book, it rocked. Tried a couple of others, they didn’t give me the jollies. Will keep researching!)
Cultivate a morning routine
Make a firepit
Write 12 letters to Starry
Send 52 14 cards (done a fair whack of them already WOOT)
Have a connected, loving, intimate soulmate and best friend relationship with Chris (status update: dude, I have not loved him more than I do right now. And I know that will keep on growing. It really does just get better and better!)
Make at least 12 fun crafts with Starry (already done, but will keep doing!)
Be a happy mom with a great, loving relationship with Starry (and new wee baby soul that’s wanting to come through!)
Go to a concert with Chris
Feng Shui our bedroom
Eat own bananas
Read books to Starry every day
Buy Ostara real scissors
Make at least 12 things with Starry
Organise getting our keyboard sent
Have 52 Friday Date Nights
December: 2013 Instagram album
December: Have a glorious Christmas season
December: Make another advent calendar + do it!
Make a doll
Do a painting workshop
Make Angel + Charlie dog toys
52 Artist’s dates
Find music I am deeply excited about
Make beautiful art that sings to my soul
Write a novel
Re-release “73 Lessons Every Goddess Must Know”
November: Do Art Every Day Month
Repair hole in wedding shawl
Find a magazine I love to read
Make my office a sanctuary
Love writing again
Feel like I’m a divine channel to Spirit again
Feel creatively inspired, invigorated and productive
Embrace pop music
Make a felted journal
Find a TV show to obsess over (Doc Martin)
Get yearly dental
Take care of my body, nervous system and soul as a first priority
Summer: Try aqua aerobics
Weekly yoga or pilates
Get osteopathy for my jaw
Get 12 massages
Get skin check-up
Feel centred and aligned with my soul in every area of my life
Keep learning from deep, sage, wise and spiritual teachers
Be spiritually inspired and invigorated
Have a spiritual experience (circle, retreat etc)
Find my women’s circle
Keep doing fortnightly healing mentoring
Deepen my spiritual journey
Get a tattoo
Get a year reading
Institute monthly financial reporting (I’m doing it already, but want more structure around it)
Half yearly financial review
Put $x into savings
See a financial advisor
Continue learning about money, finances + investment
Create intensive Six Figure Business program for Academy
Make a massive difference in the lives and businesses of 30 000 clients this year
Continue to spend 25% of time in education
Continue to make a massive impact through philanthropy through money + service donations
What a list!
Feeling massively inspired after re-reading all that!
I really want to invite you to check back in with your own workbook goals (and if you haven’t done them yet – it’s totally not too late at all. It’s only too late if you don’t do them at all! We get lovelies investing in the workbook every single week!)
And if you decide to do a blog post/Instagram photo/Twitter about what goals of yours are coming true… make sure you let me know about it on FB, Twitter or Instagram and I’ll repost them so everyone else can get inspired too!