I’ve been lucky enough to find the most amazing naturopath in my area, i think of her as an earth mother that has been on this planet before. Understanding, inspiring and heck she just gets it. One thing she said to me in a consultation was along the lines of “we all need to find our tribe”
Now that really got my brain going, tribe is such a spiritual way of describing friendship/family and belonging. It made me think about how lucky i am with the tribe that i’ve got. It may be scattered all over australia and the world, but shit i really think I’m the luckiest gal on the planet. Having a tribe means good health. Friends and family that lift you and encourage, not belittle or be jealous of who you are and what you’ve got or haven’t got, to me that equates to healthy living. I’ve learnt as i’ve got older to only surround myself with people that are positive, enjoy life, love adventure and won’t settle for second best. I love meeting new people and sharing the stories of my beautiful friends, that are talented musicians, own cafes, help plan the beautiful cities we live in, travel the world chasing their dreams,jewellery makers, sculptors, writers, bakers, baristas, health professionals and i could go on forever. My friends are my chosen family who have seen me at my best and embraced me in my worst. Im lucky to say the that besties i have, have been exactly that for years. And i guess that now makes me fussy about who I’m letting into my tribe, i’ve learnt that having common interests ain’t enough, it needs to be on a spiritual level, that connection of holding eye contact and feeling energy zoom between two souls. Eep! its so exciting. But also can be sad, that moment where i guess theres almost an air of desperation for people to get along, to “hit it off” especially as you get older, but you know what I’m embracing the fact that i won’t settle for sub-par friendships. I’ve been lucky enough to bond with a few beautiful humans in Torquay, and also i guess rub a couple of people the wrong way, but i’ll never apologise for who i am as person. Because you know what? I fucking love who i’ve become as an adult, i feel strong, i know I’m borderline crazy, and adventurous and not scared to ruffle feathers. I call that living passionately! Question what people have to say, fight for what you believe in, never roll over because its easy. There should be sparks in our eyes, fire in our belly and a smile so big on your face, that people wonder what the fuck you’ve been up too!
Its been yonks since i’ve had the time to sit down and write/type, and a shit load has happened since my last post! Josh and i have relocated towns. Moved from Bendigo in country Victoria to Torquay for seaside living. To a lot of people this came as a shock and a rushed decision, but to us this had been in the pipeworks for ages, maybe even years. As a kiwi that grew up around water, i found living in Bendigo hard. I love the slow paced lifestyle, being able to get to work within ten minutes, but what i struggled with was my energy levels felt stagnant from lack of moving water and ocean. So no matter how healthy my diet was i still felt meh. And when we had a killer heat wave early this year, that was the nail in the coffin, there was no where to cool off, im the kind of chick that only likes moving water, so the idea of going to a dam or lake grosses me out. Im not bashing Bendigo, but its just not the right town for me. Josh still commutes to Bendigo for work in the clinic he’s spent years setting up. So it’ll always be part of our lives, and he’ll continue to make a difference in peoples lives through health.
Now new beginings in Torquay! Where do i even start! Apart from battling a kick arse flu at the moment, my energy levels have soared since moving down to the coast. And in the last 3 weeks, i haven’t craved sugar or carbs at all. Been craving foods like sardines, and calamari, which is nothing to complain about!! We’ve upped our seafood intake dramatically, and i feel amazing. A few months back i discovered that red meat is not my best mate, so my diet was pretty boring eating a lot of chicken, and a little bit of fresh seafood. But down here it’s easier to get kai moana (seafood), there’s a wholesale fish supplier only a ten minute drive from our house, where we’ve frequented often! Grabbing kilos of port arlington muscles, coffin bay oysters, calamari and snapper (schnapper!!). I’ve tried to get to the ocean everyday to stand in the water and re-charge, the walks along the beach are soul warming and energising! Our dogs Molly and Remington have never been happier, Molly is so happy she starts to froth at the mouth after 5 mins at the beach (we never have normal animals!) The best thing i’ve learnt from moving here is to relax, and not feel like i have to go a million miles per hour, or feel guilty there’s washing or house work to do. Fuck that. I’ve also bought tracksuit pants, now thats HUGE for me. As a wannabe 50s pinup girl the idea of tracksuit pants grossed me out, but now i understand the love of them, sooooo comfy!! Purely for beach walks of course!! If i start wearing them with UGGs in public someone needs to sit me down and give me a stern talking too! But all in all moving here has been the best decision Josh and i have made.
So i guess i’ll be frequenting the blog more often, as ive been spending a buttload of time in the kitchen whipping up treats and delighful meals. And there’ll probably be a stack of beach view photos!
One of the most important things in life, is to have fun! Don’t take life so serious, have a play in the backyard with your kids or animals, climb a rope, chase your partner, or just laugh until you cry or wet your pants (I’m not here to judge) Just take time out.
Stress seems to be a major part in peoples day to day life now, i understand with some jobs, its just a given. But reducing cortisol levels is really important, even if you just make small changes. Like making sure you’re getting enough omega-3s compared to your omega-6 intake (this is where making a change to grass fed meat can make a huge difference). Getting 8 hours sleep a night, turning off electronics after a certain hour to get your brain rested for sleep (this is something a struggle with, me and the internet are like drug depended lovers. I do try tho). With this in mind, i made the plunge and quit my job, working over 50hrs a week as a cafe manager dealing with 15 staff and never being able to leave my job at work. My phone would always be beeping or ringing on my days off, and i was constantly worried about if the place was ok while i was on holidays.
The final straw was when we were in New Zealand in September last year (my motherland) and it got to day 6, and i was fretting about work and orders and staff issues, that i was forgetting to live and take in the beautiful surroundings. We were at an isolated beach at the top of the north island, we could hear the waves crashing from our bedroom and basically had a whole bay to ourselves. And yet i was thinking shit have i ordered enough coffee beans? Hope they don’t run out of takeaway coffee cups, are the guys cleaning properly. Now if this was MY business, all those feelings are valid, but i cared far too much. Born out of that, was a whole new attitude towards life. No more crazy working hours, no more lack lustre people in my life, no more drainers. And never again will i wake up to get ready for work if the birds haven’t even stirred! Years of getting up at 5am and getting home at 6pm had taken there toll. So now i’ve had nearly the whole month of January and will have half of February to reset, to start work in a toy shop. Taking play to a whole new level. I’ve lost weight just from living a less stress life, my paleo diet hasn’t changed, but my body has.
Sometimes those scary decisions are the best. I will miss the extra money ( the local shops will defiantly struggle!) but it isn’t everything in life. I’d rather have a smile on my face, than 50 dresses hanging in my wardrobe. Life is a beautiful thing, get out and live it!