Sometime things change faster than we expect them to. In those times I practice the art of being flexible and move with the changes. What doesn’t bend breaks…
Honestly, I couldn’t be happier. Every time my body touches UK soil the entirety of me opens up into a wide smile. I don’t know what it is about being here but it always just feels so good. For some reason, the UK is one of my soul’s homes.
So… I have a few days open and thought this could be a really fun opportunity to work with someone (maybe you?) in a face-to-face setting.
If you’re in (or around) London, and you’d like to hire me, here’s what I’m proposing:
— 1/2 day face-to-face meeting in London @ your office, your home, a cool cafe or co-working space, whatever location is most convenient for you.
During this meeting, we can:
☾ map out a creative plan/biz project/online course for something BIG you believe in;
☾ uncover key areas of your life you want to manifest, clear the blocks and outline an inspired action plan, OR
☾ map out where you are out of alignment in your life and find ways to tune into your inner guidance to help you live out your most authentic expression of yourself
We’ll spend about 5 hours together, I’ll treat you to lunch, and we’ll have a wonderful, productive time!
— £400 GBP for this creative intensive
— there are 4 spots available: Wednesday 11th, Friday 13th, Wednesday 25th and Friday 27th
If this sounds exciting to you… email me at email@example.com and please tell me:
— Which date you potentially want.
— Your preferred meeting location in London if you have one—otherwise, I’ll propose some.
— The top 3 things/projects that you’d like to focus on while we’re working together.
If you have a brand and want to collaborate, have me speak on your panel, run a workshop with your team or develop something else cool with me… I want to hear from you.
Even if you work at a book store, a clothing store… Run an event venue… Want to see me live or invite me to speak on your panel… email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
I run workshops for biz’s and brands: for their team “women’s empowerment in the workplace” (and how that impacts productivity and creativity), “sustainable manifesting” (which is really about creating alignment in your life so you can flow and work through blocks) and “find your voice” (which is about creative expression and owning your purpose). Costs vary depending on size and length of the workshop that you want for your business, team or event space.
Recently, after returning from a whirlwind trip to the UK, I thought a lot about how wildly different everyone’s relationship with money is and how broadly the topic of money is viewed. The UK, one of the wealthiest countries in the world, is a great example of how the most affluent and the poorest people in one country, live side by side.
After I came back, I reflected on what kind of life I want to live and what that means to me in terms of financial wealth and affluence. I’ve already told you the money story that kept me in poverty for 10 years and shared with you all my numbers and how I’ve transformed my personal relationship with money in my 13-part video course Affluent. But I’ve not really revealed how much money I think I need or want to have, now.
I like to live something that I call a “high/low life experience”.
High = luxuriant, opulent, rich, expensive and expansive experiences — those that cost a lot of money. Low = cost-free, natural, simple, modest and inexpensive experiences — those that aren’t about money but about appreciating what exists outside the consumer-driven culture I live in. I like to salt-and-pepper these experiences throughout my days, weeks and life. I also prefer to choose high-quality, expensive and long-lasting things occasionally over cheap, inexpensive things with questionable ethics in their production. Which is how I put together my capsule wardrobe.
For me it’s less about money and more about creating contrast and variety. Do I value an opulent hotel overlooking a cityscape over a night spent in an economic bungalow underneath the stars? No. They are both beautiful, enriching experiences that offer me a sense of connection with different parts of myself and the world. Do I prefer name brands over high-street brands? No. I want to feel beautiful and good in what I use and wear and make purchases based on material, cut and quality.
As someone who highly values choices and freedom, having more than enough money to offer me the freedom of choice is vital to me. I’ve come to the conclusion that my next benchmark aim is to make a profit of £100,000 GBP (because that’s the currency of my bank accounts) within the next financial year.
One of the lessons I teach in Affluent is stating your desired level of financial wealth. Once it’s out and in the world to see, it becomes real so much more quickly. I’ve seen this to be true time and time again.
One of the other things I teach is that it’s not about money, but rather your relationship with money that impacts how much you have in your bank account. To get started towards my aim, here are 7 simple shifts I’ve integrated into my life to have more money (that anyone can do).
— Pay attention to the habitual programming you have around money, deservability and self-worth. Something that really helps is to ask yourself and even journal around sticky points: “Is this my truth or my programming?” As soon as you shine the light of awareness on it, you have room to make a new decision and change. If that wasn’t your truth but programming, how would you act? Do that.
— Be prepared to dissolve the belief that to be worthy of good things, and financial ease and abundance in your life, you have to pay with feeling burned out. Acting from fight or flight adrenalin mode isn’t serving you (or your work or your worth or anything else). Instead, it’s time to start trusting yourself, life and your ability to attract everything you need and be supported in who you are.
— Start a Monthly Money Tracking practice where you have a little notebook (one that you really like :) and write the month at the top, and track every single penny, gift, payment and piece of abundance that comes your way. This practice shifts your focus from what you lack and don’t have enough of, to what you have and what you are receiving: from desperation to abundance. It takes a few months but it will shift everything for you.
— Make friends with your money. Appreciate what you have, look at your accounts daily with equanimity, and pay attention to the emotional responses you have to spending money, owing money, receiving money and so on. Money is an inanimate object and yet we give it SO MUCH POWER through our emotional responses to it. Money is energy and it responds to feelings of high self-worth. The better your relationship with money, the more you like it and embrace it, instead of fear it and blame it for the troubles in your life, the more you attract it.
— Money loves movement. It loves being responded to and it loves speed. Every time you avoid money (by not saying “yes” to opportunities that offer you money) it will avoid you too. Start to respond to money with speed, make making money a priority and look at the beliefs that pop up when you think about it this way. Do you feel resistance to admitting that you want money and would like more of it? Don’ feel shame for wanting money. It’s the same as wanting anything: food, water, sunshine, love.
— Open a savings account that you commit to putting 10% of your earning into for the rest of this year. You need to prove to yourself and money that you can take care of it, that is safe with you, and that you are a responsible custodian. Pay yourself first, before all the bills. I know it may feel scary because you think “but I need that money to pay for my necessities!” but if you want your money circumstances to change, YOU have to change, first.
— Start a rolling manifestation list where you put down the things that you want in your life. Salt and pepper it with big and little things, and release the expectation around how it will show up. Whenever your self-worth matches the thing on your list, it will show up for you, so your job is really just to raise your self-worth by doing things that feel good and stretching yourself by saying “yes” to more. This is meant to be fun and playful as you get to exercise your imagination and stretch your ability to want and ask for (instead of playing small).
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There are rare moments in life that are transformative. One of those moments was the first time the aeroplane circled above Puerto Vallarta and my eyes filled with tears as the jungle below came closer and closer. Little did I know then, that 10 months later I would come back to live there. And then 6 months after that decide to stay even longer.
I’ve only decided to base myself here for longer recently, but it feels like the Universe has this planned all along. When I catch sight of ordinary little moments I am astounded by how beautiful my life is and how happy I am. I can honestly say I haven’t been this ecstatically overjoyed by everything in my life in years.
I arrive in Puerto Vallarta and stay in a friend’s spare room for a few days while I acclimatise from the brisk Autumn winds in London to the sweltering heat and tropical rainstorms of the jungle. Four days later I find a 2 bedroom, 2.5 bathroom traditional Mexican casita right by some of the most spectacular beaches on the southern tip of town. The house is a hot mess of rubble, but I can see its potential. I ask for it be cleaned and painted and furnished but as soon as my property manager has my money I have to press him for every single thing he promised me. It’s exhausting as I learn what I later call “the Mexican way”. Full of assurances but slow and unreliable.
My heart is still healing. I learn more about love.
Settled and finding my flow in my new beach-side home, I accept an invitation to San Miguel De Allende. After waking every few hours from excitement I roll out of bed at 6 am, step into the shower, wrap myself in a towel, squeeze a couple of limes into a tall glass of water, and sip on it while I dress and call an Uber. I have a long philosophical discussion with my driver about why I’m not married (I tell him because I’ve not met a man I can imagine spending my entire life with — he responds that I’ll change my mind and get married by the end of next year) who drops me off at the airport.
50 minutes later I’m in a desert, driving through an endless expanse of cacti, napping in between visual scenery that takes me away into a land of dreams. By noon I’m in the mountains in a town so picturesque my eyes cannot grow wide enough to take it all in. I spend 5 days in the most beautiful casa for which there are not enough words and pictures to express the breathtaking beauty that surrounds me and the incredible people I am fortunate enough to meet. Life feels so very kismet.
On my return, I catch the flu and end up in bed for 3 weeks. I learn to be still and surrender. 2018 ends. I learn this:
2019 begins. Still weak but recovering, one morning I walk along the cobblestones towards town to take myself out for breakfast, and run into a friend of a friend along the way. She invites me to join her and some others. Over poached eggs and sweetbread, I connect with a woman who becomes my second best friend in this town, next to the tall, beautiful, blonde, Swedish soul-sister I met and remained fast friends with since my first visit. She’s Mexican-American and opens a whole different facet of this little corner of the Universe I live in, to me.
I find out who the owner of my house is and I forge a relationship with her. I report how deceitful her property manager is and she discovers he’s only been paying half the amount of my rent to her. She loves having me here, she says, and wants me to stay. I tell her my lease with this awful man ends in April. She asks me to stay longer and drops my rent to a number I dare not say, it’s too irresistible to refuse.
I’ve lived in Mexico 3 months now and in some ways, it feels like 3 years. I feel a sort of homecoming or arriving within myself, of getting to know this woman I have evolved into the past few years. I feel like I am building a new sense of “home” within myself and the extension of that is the new things that are coming out of me. I feel I’m am stepping into a way of serving the world that is more valuable and more unique than ever before. My creative fire is on — I am so excited about where things are headed — at the same time I am more patient than ever before and content with where I am.
Sprawled out on my bed journaling I write out my money aims for this year (a manifestation practice I teach) and remember a past version of myself who used to be terrified to think about money in the terms that I do now. I have more money than ever now because my relationship with money has changed. I’m so excited to share and teach all of this and run the first series of my money course Affluent as well as invite an intimate circle of women to join me for Supported. My private mentoring is fully booked and the year is starting so well.
My life seems to move in seasons. Times that I dive deep within and reflect on the observations I’ve made about being human. Times that require my absolute participation and presence. I’m in the latter season. It doesn’t mean I don’t have a lot of stories. I do. It just means I don’t have the space to share them with you in a way I might at other times. I enjoy that my life is woven in these internal/external seasons. It shows me I’m living as close to nature as I can.
I go to San Miguel De Allende for the second time. The sound of a few distant roosters welcomes me out of my slumber that first morning as I roll out of bed and stumbled barefoot onto the cold kitchen floor to peek at the sliver of pink sunrise through the glass door.
We make rooibos tea and get dressed and rush out the door for the school run to drop her daughter off in time. Minutes later, in the back of a green and yellow cab on the way to some hot springs, I gaze sleepily out the window watching the desert landscape scattered with cacti roll past me until we land at some ancient Aztec thermal waters.
Peeling my jeans and sweater off down to my bikini, skin pricking in the cold morning air, we tiptoe inside a tiled tunnel that opens up to the steaming pool below. Standing under the pounding hot water pouring out of some rocks — I cut the cords of past loves and release all my subconscious burdens in a simple ritual — and ask for more love, more money, more health and more beauty.
This place feels like magic — I wonder for a split-second if someone put some psychedelics in my tea — but I recognize this natural high. It comes to me only when I find myself in those special places. We linger for a while, moving between hot pools in silent communion with spirit and nature and lounge about on the sunbeds until the breeze picks up and it’s time to move on.
Along a dusty road that smells like lavender and soil, we walk until we meet the Uber to take us back to town where we glide up onto a rooftop for spicy, hot chai and stop to take photos in the brightly lit stairwell. After another school run and lunch in a rainforest tucked away within a narrow alley-way-building-turned-cafe I climb my way up the cobbled streets to the AirBnB that I currently call home.
I type a few emails to clients and write an article revealing a little white lie I recently told a graceful lady sitting beside me at a massage parlour this week. In hindsight, I wish I had told that women the true story. So here it is now.
A close friend comes to stay with me. We lose ourselves in a dream made up of tropical adventures to every corner surrounding my little fishing-village-town, deep conversations, vulnerability, laughter, and awkward sexual tension that finally gets resolved as we navigate the delicate space between being friends and lovers. I cry when he leaves, half-heartbroken half-relieved.
I dedicate this month to the most epic level of self-love and self-care I have ever given myself. I write about what that looks like.
This is the first time in my life I have lived alone in a space that feels like mine. Before, I always felt like a guest in someone else’s home or dream. Now, for the first time in my life, I am spending long expanses of time entirely alone. There’s an intimacy developing, a sovereignty, a discovery of how the light falls in my soul and illuminates corners of my self.
There’s a new benchmark here now. My entire life is rising up to meet it.
I decide to stay in Mexico.
I delete Facebook and Instagram off my phone for 10 days.
I start running.
I go to Las Vegas for a wedding and a visa run.
I make the most money I have ever made in my life this month.
I lay on my sofa typing these words with an adorable kitten curled up between my arms, face nuzzling one arm, paw wrapped around the other. I’ve named him Danger Zone but more often I call him Danger-baby, baby, monster, monkey, my little angel and sweet baby angel.
The kitten was a cosmic accident. Some woman on a community Facebook page said that he’d been rescued off the street by someone, she had adopted him and then discovered that she’s allergic to cats. Would someone take him while she found him a permanent home?
I don’t know what overcame me that day. I had no thought of wanting a cat. I simply followed my instinct and told her I could help out until she found him a permanent place. No more than 2 months, I said.
But then… He simply wants to be around me, following me from room to room as I go about my life. Touching at least one part of his body against mine at all times. He tenderly reaches his little paws to my face to kiss me. Guarding my dreams for me when I sleep. I’m in love. He softens and broadens my heart in ways I never knew.
The concept that — you can’t see what’s right in front of you until you’re ready for it — has never made such crystal clear sense to me until now.
I purchase a washing machine. Second hand from a man who repairs appliances on the street in town. It’s the first household appliances I have ever bought on my own.
The washing machine came out of necessity. Recently, my drug-dealing, embezzling, ex-property manager helped himself to (stole) the washing machine that came with the property. Apparently, he’s unhappy that I decided to discontinue my relationship with him after he stopped paying the owner of my little Spanish casita the last 3 months of my rent. Nor has he repaid my bond at the end of our lease agreement. So he thought he’d get what he could. Since then we’ve changed all the locks — he still had a set of keys which is how he got in — and I’ve replaced the washing machine.
Puerto Vallarta is holding me in ways no other place ever has before. I don’t know how long I’ll stay… but the washing machine and the cat are showing me I’ve planted my roots deeper here than anywhere before.
Next: I’m off to London for 3 weeks. I already can’t wait to come home to Danger. And the next round of Supported circles is gathering together. Spending time with these women is one of my favourite things to do.
It hits me when I land in the Dallas Airport and make my way to my connecting flight via sky rail that this is the first time I’ve left Mexico in 6 months. I feel small and vulnerable in this much bigger version of the world. I’ve been so submerged in the simplicity of my little jungle-life that I have forgotten anything outside of it exists.
I’m on my way to Las Vegas. For two reasons: 1. a wedding and 2. a visa run. My Mexican visa expires every 6 months and I have to leave the country to renew it. I am astonished how quickly this time has passed.
I have very low expectations of Las Vegas. I have a feeling this place is akin to that weird uncle with greasy hair and missing teeth who always smels like alcohol and cigarettes and cheap cologne and laughs too loud at awkward moments and you never know when he might try to touch you inappropriately…
It’s evening by the time I arrive and check in on the strip. I get lost in the hotel-casino 3 times, all the bright lights turn me around and make me feeling like I’m in some upside-down wonderland. All my friends are flying from Europe. We correspond by text. “Woah, this place is overwhelming!” / “Let’s just go to sleep.” / “See you for coffee tomorrow morning.”
I wake up at 6 am. The time difference is confusing. I open Facebook. Everyone else is awake, too. We decide to meet downstairs at the juice bar. Hugs. Hugs. Hugs. I haven’t seen these women in so long. Some not since I left London 6 months ago, others not since Goa, India 5 years ago.
We catch up on as much as we can as quickly as we can and then get ready to go meet the bride in her suite. We flutter around her as she has her makeup done and go down to meet the limo to take us to the chapel. Elvis waits for us as we file in line. Our beautiful bride makes a stunning entrance and 10 minutes later, with a moment of fluster that the rings have gone missing, the wedding is done. Watch the video here.
The limousines pick us up and take us to the Neon Boneyard. It’s a wonderland of forgotten neon signs that once twinkled down the original Las Vegas strip. I fall in love as I start to realise that Vegas is not so much that scary, old uncle — but rather more like the misunderstood eccentric cousin — the one who arrives at family gatherings covered in splatters of paint, who is married to an accountant but has a line of lovers on the side. She has her wild side, but it’s all in the name of creativity, innovation and liberated self-expression. I am a little bit like her, too.
We end up at a rooftop speakeasy: The Commonwealth, privately booked for the wedding party, with the most beguiling view I could imagine.
I close my eyes for a moment to take a picture-memory. I never want to forget the way this night smells with sweet dusty desert air, the twinkling lights hanging across the rooftop bar overlooking Las Vegas Downtown — all its neon signs lighting up the night — the laughter and warmth encasing my heart made of friends from around the world who have come together to share in making a moment to remember centred around love and the bearded bartender called Ceasar who manages to be both charming and sullen at precisely the same time. I figure it’s a hipster thing.
The next day I gather our group. I want to see the ‘real’ Las Vegas before we all part ways again. After coffee, we pile in a couple of Ubers and head to Vegenation for lunch. My friend Kelly is their marketing manager and invites us to come to a vintage market she runs every Sunday called Market In The Alley. I am in heaven. I find a vintage pair of animal print trousers made by of my favourite brands Free People for $30 and buy two hand-made gold-plated rings from a sweet girl with cacti on her display table. Two bands are playing and I immediately have a tiny crush on the sitar player with long dreads. Typical.
Living in Mexico, I suddenly realise, leaves much to be desired in the way of men that are my type… You know, the ones that could just about be homeless — a little bit vulnerable and dishevelled looking — while also being entrepreneurial and eccentric, with their own successful businesses. Preferably with lots of hair. Unshaven faces and man-buns and eclectic vintage clothes. Yes… those men don’t exist down here in my little jungle paradise. I will have to continue to import my men as I have done so far.
We explore the streets of downtown until the sun begins to set (watch my Day 2 video here) and then hug goodbye. All of us are full and content and exhausted. The magic and intensity of these few days together have made us weary and we are all ready to slip away into our dreams.
My heart hurts with love for my newly acquired little kitten Danger Zone as I pack my bags. Sleep comes quickly and before I know it I’m on my way to the airport to make my way back home. The journey is smooth and easy as I slip back into my jungle-life on the central west coast of Mexico. I am left with a sense of wonder and excitement. Travel always inspires my creativity more than anything else — already I start forming ideas for my next conceptions — as I prepare myself for another month here until my next journey.
It’s a hazy-grey wintery Sunday morning as I wake up slowly to the sounds of my neighbours making breakfast. I slip out from between my white bed sheets, gulp down a glass of water and light the gas stove to heat water. As I walk around my little old-style Mexican casita with adoration I feel a familiar fear creep up for me. What happens when I invest all my heart and life into this little space, and then I have to leave it, again?
The second-to-last time I stayed in one place permanently was two-and-a-half years in Sydney, Australia circa 2009-2012. I rented a tiny studio apartment in the heart of Paddington and proceeded to fill it with things I loved. When it was time to leave, I was faced with the problem of figuring out what to do with all the things.
It’s always incredible to me how attached we can become to all the physical items we accumulate throughout our lives. The clothes. The gifts. The knickknacks. The sentimental items. The furniture and homewares. The books! At first, I packed them up into boxes. Big, brown, towering boxes that I couldn’t lift myself even if I tried. I put them into storage for the future I thought. I left and slowly moved across Europe, north and central America, and India for the next two years.
A few months into that chapter of my life, I completely forgot about the things I owned that were tucked away in those brown boxes, taking up space and gathering dust. I laughed at myself, at how fiercely I had protected each thing as if it was an invaluable piece of my lifeline, my identity. How I didn’t miss or need any of it.
I returned two years later, unpacked everything, picked out the most meaningful treasures: some artisan plates and an antique rug that cost $2,000 from Morocco, a bright pink sari from my first Indian wedding, a few books, a blanket from Guatemala, some sentimental gifts, a sheepskin rug, some items of clothes… and sold the rest on eBay. I made close to $8,000 on all those things that I had initially clung on to and then promptly emotionally discarded.
Most of the things I had thought I needed, lost their value to me, as I recognised that this yearning for safety and security couldn’t be found in the things that I owned. They were a deeper calling to cultivate a sense of safety and security within myself that I can reach into whenever I need. This development of inner safety and security is an ongoing practice that has little to with my external environment and everything to do with how I show up for myself. Do I keep my promises to myself? Do I have healthy boundaries? Am I meeting my own needs? Am I taking responsibility for myself, my space, my emotions, my experiences?
The last time I moved after a period of being settled, was when I left my ex in Canada last year, and this time I knew that all the things would fast fade in significance to me. The same meaningful treasures that I had shipped from Australia to Canada a year earlier, were packed up and placed in the attic for the next time. The rest I left with him. In this case, it was easy.
I have trained myself to spend years without a permanent ‘home base’ by finding ways to stay grounded in the present moment wherever I am. I share exactly how I do that in my free “how to travel the world and work online” workshop. It’s a simple spiritual practice of letting go of external validation in the form of places, things and ideas to meet the parts of ourselves that feel insecure without them. I surrender, over and over again, to the concept that nothing is permanent in this life, and the lighter my attachment to things, the easier it is to gracefully continue treading my path.
Knowing all this, here I find myself in a space where I am creating a landing spot again for a while. My 6-month lease ends in May and I am planning to sign it for another year. I like it here on the central-west-coast of Mexico. I live a few minutes walk from the ocean. The airport is a 30 minute Uber away. Flights to almost anywhere are incredibly reasonable. I have a sweet community of friends. People I love from around the world come and visit me. I can leave whenever I want and then come back. Living expenses are low. My casita is enchanting. And I want to buy all the things to make it completely mine.
Here’s something that I am learning this year: it’s ok to invest in the impermanence of life. It doesn’t all have to be so serious and meticulously planned and perfectly puzzle-pieced together. The more I practice presence the more I trust in the signs around me to just follow what feels good in the moment. All the rest doesn’t matter. It always works out perfectly anyway.
The lesson is: let go of trying to control every inch of your life and allow life to be lived through you, even when it makes no sense. If there is one thing I am certain of, based on looking back at my life, is that I am (and we all are) so incredibly supported when we surrender to what is and don’t project our fears out into the future.
Are you ok right now? Yes. Then breathe and let go.
Have you always been taken care of? Yes. Then breathe and let go.
Do you need to know all the answers to make your next move? No. Then breathe and let go.
I’ve been living a (slow) nomadic lifestyle most of my adult life.
When I was 18, I decided I wanted to see the world. I sold my car for $3,000, bought a plane ticket and away I went. Once I started, I couldn’t stop. So I created a life around it. That was almost 20 years ago now.
For the first time ever, I am sharing with you everything I know about how to travel the world + work online in this free 5-part audio experience. You can partake from anywhere in the world. Any city. Any time zone. All ages. All humans: welcome.
There will be 5 sections covering your most pressing questions:
- Introduction — my story and how I got started.
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- Self-care — how to stay grounded, healthy and balanced while moving around so much and nurturing friendships and relationships.
- Taking the leap — how to choose the next place and set up life in a new location.
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