So here it begins, the next chapter of my journey. It might be hard but I know it will be worth it. There’s something magical about beginning this new chapter, don’t get me wrong it’s absolutely terrifying but I also know that only good can come out of it. Lets do this!

Something that I am finally coming to realise is that I don’t need to do things for other people. For so long I was afraid to give something up or change my mind about what I wanted to do because I was terrified of what other’s might think of me.

It’s only now that I’m realising that these things that I’m doing don’t make me special and that’s not why my friends like me, I have so much more to give than what sport I’m playing. They like me because I’m caring and silly not because I dance or play football.

Guess what this is me the kind, silly girl with a loud laugh, not the girl who is defined by the fact that she dances or plays footy. You can take me or leave me, I don’t care, what matters is that I do things because I want to, not for your approval.

Last week I found myself questioning if journalism is something I still want to pursue. I get so overwhelmed with options that find myself too scared to stick to one career so I keep jumping all over the place because I’m too scared to fail.

Self doubt is a massive issue for me and I find myself constantly comparing myself to others and doubting my abilities. That was until I realised just the other day that it doesn’t matter if someone is a better writer than me. Someone will always be better, what makes a difference is dedication and hard work. I may not be the best writer in the world but I am definitely not the worst and the most important thing for me is that I’m giving it a go and sticking to it and I am damn proud of myself for that.

Ballet was and always will be my first love. I still remember my very first class. Going in there I had every intention of hating it simply because that’s how my friends felt, they always said it was so boring, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth for me. I loved how graceful and girly it is, it was like I’d finally found my “thing”. The thing that sets me apart from others and makes me feel special, as long as I had ballet then I was enough. While other styles of dance can bring up so much self doubt, my confidence rarely waivers when it comes to ballet and my self doubt has never been that overbearing.

For just over 12 months I was lucky enough to teach preschool ballet and it was such a great feeling getting to share something that I love so much and am so passionate about, and I loved seeing the excitement in their eyes when they got it. It also reiterated that I was “special”.

After giving that up at the end of last year I closed that part of my life to open other new and exciting doors but now I can’t help but miss my first love. Not only do I miss the weekly ballet lessons but I also miss feeling special, I was a ballet teacher and everything about that made me special, it made me “enough” and no one could take the confidence that it brought away from me. Since giving that up sometimes I question what I have now. Somehow no matter where I go my heart always comes back to dance. I don’t know what that means but I’ve decided to follow my heart and see where it takes me.

A few weeks ago I signed up for an “Overcoming your limiting beliefs” course with Casey from The Real Her Project. After procrastinating for a while because #holidays, I finally decided to sit down and smash out all 6 sessions in one go and, not only to I feel so much calmer but I also have so much clarity.

Just a few hours ago I was feeling so overwhelmed and anxious about everything but now not only am I ready for the week (and I know I am going to smash it) but I’m beyond excited and ready to continue working towards my dreams because this course has completely restored my faith in myself and my abilities. Monday lets do this!

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Despite the fact that I’ve been surrounded by my family this trip I’ve found myself being homesick. I miss the comfort of home, my bed, even going to work and having conversations with my friends there. Maybe that’s one of the things I’m missing most? Having conversations with people outside the walls of my immediate family.

I’ve found myself also missing my Grandparents, although we are constantly texting I miss simply being able to drop in for a hug and a chat.

Don’t get me wrong, I am having the most incredible time, seeing so much of this incredible country I am fortunate enough to call home and spending quality time with my family but it doesn’t stop me from having these feelings. It’s not something I would normally share but for who knows what reason I felt the need to.

How are we in March already?! The good news is March is the official month of the Leukaemia Foundations World’s Greatest Shave! Over 2 million Australians have shaved, waxed, or coloured since it began 21 years ago!

For me shaving my head in 2015 was a no brainer, having lost my Grandfather to Leukaemia 2 months earlier it was my way of channeling the pain and confusion I was feeling into something positive, knowing that the funds that I raised does a little bit to help the 35 Australians that are diagnosed everyday with a form of blood cancer. That’s one every 41 minutes.

The official Shave dates are the 13-17th of March so go on, sign up and shave the world from blood cancer but be warned…you’ll want to do it again!

We may have only been away for a couple of days but it’s at a point where I honestly have no idea what day it is and it feels great! Nothing beats spending quality time with family and seeing things that I’ve never seen before.

The reason I started this blog was to post updates from the trip but I’ve honestly been so caught up in it that I’ve been too overwhelmed by the incredible scenery and experiences to even know where to begin. My bad!

But anyway…here’s to an adventure of a lifetime ✌🏻

When did we start comparing ourselves to others? To our friends, our colleagues, the people we see on social media, when did it suddenly become the norm to compare our life to theirs? And why? They say that comparison is the thief of joy and they sure weren’t wrong. Why is it not enough to look at our own lives and be happy with where we are and how hard we’ve worked to get there? Why is society constantly telling us that we can’t just be happy with what we’ve got?

For so long Valentines Day was just an unwanted reminder that I was still single. While everyone was buying gifts for their significant other I was patiently waiting for the chocolates to go on sale on the 15th.

While there are many things that haven’t changed, I’m now taking the time to celebrate and nurture the relationship that I have with myself because, at the end of the day, “the most powerful relationship you will ever have is the one with yourself.”