03/06/2026
If you’re struggling with fatigue, I know what that’s like.
For well over a year now, I’ve been getting up in the middle of the night to attend classes and workshops, engage in practice sessions, have meetings with fellow students and peers, who are nearly all on the other side of the world. Timezones, when you live in Australia, are tricky.
After these long zoom calls, there’s a full day of activity – first my morning swim (as often as I can fit it in), then work (which occasionally ends at 10pm), and the evening calls - more meetings.
Sometimes I get home from my swim and just want to crawl back into bed. Or get off an early zoom call, and want to crawl back into bed.
My husband has become expert at sleepwalking to the lounge and resuming his sonorous snoring with barely a break between bed and sofa. (My office is in the corner of my bedroom.)
Anyway, the point of this story isn’t to whinge about my lack of sleep. It’s to share that I understand about working hard to get somewhere. And, that when you love what you’re doing, you don’t mind (too much) the sacrifices.
Because the reason I’m doing it? I want to show up as the best possible version of myself for the women I work with.
Women who feel disconnected from themselves. Who are quietly wondering how life got so full, and yet somehow so far from what they actually want. Women who are ready to put themselves at the centre of their own lives. Not by burning down everything they've worked so hard to build, but by finding their way back to who they are within it.
That's worth a few interrupted nights.