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Self Prescribed, Gympie (2026)

31/12/2025

Postcards from 2025
A real theme for this past year for me was paradox — it feels like the universe was schooling me in the capacity to embrace two realities at once with daily classes in the subtle art of ‘not losing my s**t’ and ‘crying with gratitude’. What a wild ride.

2025 was inner recalibration on steroids and I’m not joking when I say I definitely bulked up in all the right places.

I can’t remember my word or any specific goals I set (any solid plans laughed at by my endocrine system in full hocus-pocus mode), but I do remember starting the year with deep work on my relationship with receptivity and 2025, you sure did deliver in all the ways, asking me over and over to walk the dualistic tightrope of light and dark as I strengthened my self trust muscles and ability to consciously surrender.

I close out this year feeling cleansed in a way. Wrung out. Fresh tendrils of hope and resilience blooming inside me fertilised by the lived wisdom and patience 2025 has gifted me.

There’s no word for 2026 (yet). Zero pressure (or desire) to jump into the new year full guns blazing. Zero expectation to move forward with speed or fan-fare. Just big dreams being launched slowly, softly and sustainably.

My insides purr just thinking about it….

28/12/2025

Mark took this photo of me the other day. We were mucking around, he trying out his new phone camera, me well.. being cheeky. At the time this pic seemed appropriate for the relationship I’ve had with 2025, but looking through my photo gallery this morning, it became apparent to me just how much cool stuff has happened.

I posted a reel the other day saying how easy it is at this time of year to hyper focus on all the s**tty stuff. The stuff that wore you down and left you screaming ‘WTAF’ more times than you’d like, rather than all of the amazing stuff that lifted you up, taught you invaluable lessons, and made you stronger, more resilient, more YOU.

Looking back I don’t really want to flip 2025 the bird. I want to thank it (the pic just makes me chuckle so I kept it).

This year I achieved amazing things. I had the privilege to support amazing humans. Was supported by amazing people —specifically 🫶🏽. Was nominated for an award that blew my heart and mind wide open ( ). Rebuilt my website. Took a bucket list pottery class. Had an epic photo shoot ( ). Took amazing trips to honour my business growth, plan our families future and most recently welcomed our new fur baby Yuki into the fold.

All while navigating one of the hardest seasons of my life — perimenopause.

2025 you’ve been full of so much mental and emotional anguish, hard core healing (physical and spiritual) and you’ve also been one of my greatest teachers yet. Thank you.

I also want to thank YOU for being here (yes, you).
Thank you for supporting my little, BIG business and for reminding me over and over why I keep showing up even when my ego wants to run and hide.

Look out 2026, I’m ready for you x
my2025

21/12/2025

I was at the self serve check out at the supermarket the other day and the lady next to me rushed to the teller next to me just as the 10 items she was juggling burst from her arms onto the floor.
As we chuckled together (me silently thankful that the milk she dropped didn’t explode onto me) she said ‘I only came in for one thing’…. ‘Ahh the invisible list’ I replied remembering all the times I’d been caught without a basket.

Life is full of invisible lists.
Our arms constantly brimming with all of the things we achieve in our days that aren’t on our to-do lists.

All the micro tasks and emotionally challenging situations we pick up, carry and tend to on a day-to-day basis (not to mention the big unexpected stuff; grief, illness, car break downs, relationship/ job loss, etc).

Very rarely do we give ourselves credit for our invisible lists.

We undervalue them as a neutral byproduct of life, but in fact these things are the blood and bone of your existence, fertilising your depth of your humanity and resilience.

Your strength, courage and determination.

What a shame it would be to disregard them as superficial non-events.

Let this be your reminder to celebrate yourself for all of the invisible lists you ticked off this year. The stuff that’s naked to the eye but etched on your heart and soul in big bold print saying ‘I was here!’.

I don’t know anyone who wasn’t wacked by the ‘wtaf!’ stick this year, so if your behind is feeling a bit tender at the moment, I hope this is a balm that helps soothe your weary soul.

You were fu***ng magnificent this year.
Go celebrate it.

(Don’t worry, I’ll tick that off your invisible list for you. )

-b x

19/12/2025

Truth 👉🏽 life will always rise up to meet you. Truth 👉🏽 it’ll also chuckle and say ‘good try’ if you keep believing you can just think and affirm your way into a life that doesn’t make you hit the snooze button 20 times every morning.

Good intentions. Vision boards. Affirmations. Visualisations.
They’re the bomb. Zero shade.
And.
They’ll only get you so far.

Reality is 👉🏽 a life that makes you WANT to get out of bed in the morning takes the “work” and THE WORK.

Intention + Action = A lived yes

Embodied. Aligned. Rooted in. Fun.
Yes. Fun.

Planning and preparation is the active, grounded, steady Yang to the subtle, light, spacious Yin and the secret to manifesting your dreams with ease and confidence is a delicious balance of both.

This is exactly the focus when we work together — consciously creating space on the dance floor for these energies to play nice together, harmonising your doing (planning, action) with being (visioning, embodying) so even the most mundane tasks become a wink from the universe saying ‘I see you girl, let’s go…’

Change can be scary and stepping out of your comfort zone to choose the unknown over safe and secure (even when it doesn’t feel good anymore) can be even scarier, especially when you’re doing it on your own.

Having a plan (even a loose one) and a devoted guide to help steer the ship not only helps you trust the process (and yourself), it provides you a stable, grounded landing pad when your nervous system starts screaming ‘wtf are you doing!?’.

If you feel the winds of change riding in on the fresh summer air — drop me a line and let’s chat about bringing your vision to life together in 2026 (sans snooze button, promise).

14/12/2025

As I caught my reflection in the Officeworks window yesterday it dawned on me that I’ve spent a large portion of 2025 pi**ed off at myself. Well not myself per se but my body. All the changes I’ve had to contend with. The perpetually shifting sands of my mental and emotional state. The way the music now stops so much faster after ticking only few things off the list when I used to be able to go all day. The new aches, hairs, spots and god knows what else.. I can’t remember… yet another thing to add to my ever growing wtf list, my seemingly fading memory and ability to find words when I need them. Sigh. I won’t even start on the load of old stories that have popped in for a visit.

I’ve been pi**ed off AND I’ve been grateful.

So grateful for the compassion I’ve been able to show myself on those days when it felt like my soul was swallowing itself whole. Grateful for all of the work past me has done that allowed me to tend to my heart and tread ever so gently as I stitch and mend the holes that those old stories peeped through. Grateful they came to remind me how far I’ve come and how easily I can now detach from their sticky fingers and bring my mindset back to self leadership mode. Grateful I could witness the noise going on around me with indifference and instead keep my energy to myself. I’ve needed it all.

Grateful for the patience and self trust this season has infused so deeply into my bones.

2025 has been the year of the Snake. It’s also been the year of Paradox. Sitting with two realities in unison, perpetually toeing the line between losing my s**t and crying in awe of the gifts this season of life is serving to me.

My grip has loosened.
My heart, softened around the edges.
My vision of the future I want for myself and Self Prescribed is clearer than ever before.

I re-read my Gene Keys the other day and it reminded me that I am ‘here to strike out into uncharted waters and to stretch myself even beyond what my mind sees’ and that ‘the secret to my success is my soft touch and my ability to handle people and situations with a combination of gentleness and firmness’.

This begins with me.

I see you 2026. I’m ready.
Are you?

12/12/2025

A homage to all of the spectacular humans I get to call friends (family).
My circle is small. Exactly the way I like it. It’s also been a life giving sanctuary for my wobbly heart this past year or so.

I’ve not had the capacity to show up in my relationships in the way I’d prefer the past 18 months, needing so much more time and space than usual (which is already a lot) to heal and nourish my soul as I navigate multiple injuries and this new season of life. It’s been rough.

Having friends who get it. Who I can trust. Who understand. Who know I love them even in the silence, especially in the silence, means the absolute world and lets my heart breathe.

Zero obligation, zero expectation, just pure, come as you are when you are able. The sort of friendship that makes you feel rich, held and perpetually grateful.

I adore each of you more than you’ll ever know.
You know who you are.
Thank you for loving me. ###

09/12/2025

This question has been a life giver (I repeat life giver!) over the past few months.

Not only has it freed up A LOT of headspace and mental energy it’s made the connection to my future self (and my dreams!) so much stronger. Yahoo!

Life’s busy. You’re tired (we all are don’t worry). It’s that time of year where even choosing what’s for dinner makes you want to cry some days.

It’s time to cut out the decision making BS and make things as quick and simple as possible. Cue exhale.

[Will my future self appreciate this?]
Is your golden ticket to headspace freedom and letting the yes/no answers lead your choices will not only help you make it to 2026 with your energy (and nervous system) in tact, it’ll also make becoming your future self’s bestie a piece of apple pie (with custard of course).

Try it on for size.
You’re welcome x

07/12/2025

Growth at any time of year can feel like a 9volt battery on your tongue… an odd blend of curiosity, discomfort and tingling exhilaration. Add in the socially laden hype of the silly season and it can send our squishy hearts into a tailspin.

Spending time with people that ni**le you in all the wrong places. Situations that ask more of your small talk allergic soul than feels possible. Having to choose an outfit when nothing in your wardrobe feels “right” anymore. It’s enough to tap out and hide in a corner with a head full of space junk ruminating on whether you’ve grown at all and if you’ll ever get to a point where ‘this s**t doesn’t bother you’….

Great news is — you will AND the very fact you’re asking yourself these things is a sign that everything you’ve been doing and going through is “working” (and worth it).

Say hello to an invitation from the universe to anchor in.

These moments aren’t tests of your resilience, how “good” you are at navigating awkwardness or strange looks from those people at the table over there, they’re opportunities for you to dial deeper into your own frequency and flavour.

Those things (people inc) that trigger that old uncertain side of you — use them as a source of self experimentation.

🌀How would my fully expressed self show up right now?
🌀Where would they choose differently?
🌀Would they say yes to that invite when they know they’ll feel crappy about themselves after?
🌀Which boundaries will make you feel safer to express yourself more and give less F’s about what others think?

Growth isn’t about the elimination of fear, uncertainty or vulnerability, it’s expanding your capacity to move through these *very natural* emotions with more ease, trust and self compassion.

May this season be the one where you give your gloriously squishy heart the benefit of the doubt and where your increased inner safety becomes the only litmus test you need.

06/12/2025

Am I officially “back” who knows, considering I didn’t ever “officially” leave, but holy s**t balls did your girl need a break from all the noise (and the ads 😜).

I’ve actually been silently craving this calibre of time-out for six months. I knew it would replenish my reserves, I didn’t expect quite how deeply it would replenish my creative juices, breathing fresh life into old loves like drawing and poetry.

I tidied up loads of low hanging seemingly inconsequential yet weirdly draining energy leaks — halved and organised my phone notes (soooo much gold was discovered!), unsubscribed from what felt like hundreds of marketing emails, culled my wardrobe and softened the edges of my days with reading, gentle movement and time with our beloved fur babies.

I feel liberated in the strangest most opulent way.
Like my DNA has had a spring clean. Yum.

It’s only been a little over a month (longer re: my weekly love notes— promise I’ll be back in your inbox in the new year) but it feels like I’ve rested in dog years, you know… (don’t ask me to do the official math on that…), funny how when you go all-in on following your energy how much can change and be brought to life. I also rehashed my website AND my signature offering with a ridiculous amount of ease, something super unexpected but oh-so-right.

I can feel the bigness of 2026 sizzling around my periphery and I know with my entire being that this pivotal rest and integration time (the past yrs been existentially tough on all levels) is going to be crucial in my ability to sustain myself through it. I’m so excited.

Sneaky “bad” habits have been broken.
Energy has been topped up.
Fresh identities embodied.
Lessons learnt and unlearnt.
Focus purified.

I’ve missed you.
Have you missed me?
I hope so x

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