I didn’t plan this exact life. But I’ve made something rather wonderful of it.
I grew up with a fairly ordinary collection of extraordinary dreams.
I wanted to do well, build a good life, love deeply, have a family and make something of myself.
I had ideas about how it would all unfold.
Life, as it turns out, hadn’t read my plans.
Life happens. Often with a plot you never signed up for.
I grew into responsibilities I hadn’t quite imagined, made decisions I hadn’t prepared for and discovered that life rarely follows a perfectly written script.
Some things worked beautifully. Others required a complete rethink.
I’ve started over more than once.
And while I wouldn’t recommend every chapter, I wouldn’t erase them either.
They taught me to think for myself, trust my judgement and become surprisingly resourceful when circumstances demanded it.
Most importantly, I discovered that changing the direction of your life doesn’t mean you’ve lost your way.
Sometimes you’ve simply found a better one.
Finding my own feet
Work took me into startups, where my very first job involved writing recipes. These days I hire doctors. Somewhere in between, I discovered what I genuinely love: building.
Building teams, solving problems, working with people and turning ambitious ideas into something real.
I learnt by doing. By asking questions. By getting things wrong occasionally and figuring out how to get them right.
And somewhere along the way, I became someone who was comfortable taking the lead.
Not because I had all the answers.
Because I was willing to find them.
Showing them what a woman’s life is allowed to contain
Aria & Ashi.
My girls. My two very convincing reasons why a perfectly planned day rarely goes according to plan.
Being their mother means our little household has its own rhythm. School mornings, homework negotiations, kitchen experiments, spontaneous laughter, our groovy dance moves and Sundays when we try to say yes a little more often.
Some days we’re wonderfully organised. Other days, getting everyone out of the house with matching shoes feels like a major achievement.
I love being their mother. I love the little world we’re creating together.
And I want them to grow up knowing that a woman can love her family fiercely and still have dreams, ambitions, interests and a life of her own.
They see me work, learn, laugh, get things wrong, try again and occasionally sing something completely off-key.
I’m not trying to show them a perfect woman.
I’m showing them a woman who genuinely enjoys being alive.
And I hope they grow up giving themselves that same freedom.
The life I choose
At some point, I stopped treating life like a to-do list I had to finish before I was allowed to enjoy it.
The list was never going to end. It just kept getting longer, and more fun.
I realised I could be proud of what I’d built and still want to build more.
I could take my responsibilities seriously without making every day terribly serious.
I could change my mind, change my plans and occasionally surprise myself.
And perhaps my favourite discovery was that I didn’t have to wait for life to become perfect before I could have a wonderful time living it.
And here I am
A mother. A leader. A woman with strong opinions, a curious mind and more ideas than available hours in the day.
There are things I’ve achieved that once seemed far away. There are things I’m still figuring out. And there are dreams I haven’t quite decided what to do with yet.
I’m not finished becoming.
I doubt I ever will be.
But I like the person I’ve grown into, and I have a feeling the next chapters are going to be good fun.
So I had a plan. Life had a sense of humour. We’re getting along rather well now.
And love? Somewhere between manifesting and brewing, I imagine. I’ll keep you posted.
