This one’s gonna be fun, cause we have a whole range of different backgrounds ages etc in here 😝🙌🏻 👇🏻 Drop ‘em.

Is anyone else drowning in Skool notifications, or is it just me? I love being part of multiple communities, sharing, commenting, cheering people on… basically, I’m the Skool version of that over-enthusiastic friend who claps the loudest at karaoke night. 🎤👏 But here’s the kicker: while I’m busy sprinkling love across other people’s communities, my own Skool community is over there like a ghost town. Tumbleweeds. 🏜️ I post, I pour in effort… and sometimes it feels like I’m talking to myself (and even I don’t always reply). So I’m curious, does anyone else feel this imbalance? Is it just the nature of the Skool beast? Or are some of us so busy building our own little kingdoms that we forget to visit our neighbours’ castles? 🏰 I know there is only so much energy and focus we each have, and I totally understand when we feel spent and have to throw in the towel for the day. Would love to hear your take, bonus points if you’ve cracked the code on reciprocity without needing an inbox exorcist. ✉️👻

We all have stories we tell ourselves. For example, "Everyone else is faster than me" "I'm the one who always gets left behind." "No one ever really understands me." "I'm just meant to be alone." What's your story? These stories, born from our deepest wounds, can become a strange sort of comfort. They become our identity. But here's a question that can change everything: What would happen if your pain disappeared? Who would you be without that familiar story? What do you need to uncover? Is your pain protecting you in some way? Sometimes, the cage is so familiar that the thought of freedom is terrifying. This isn't about blaming yourself. It's about radical self-awareness. It's about seeing the cage for what it is, and realising YOU alone hold the key. So, what story about your pain are you ready to stop telling? What new story could you write in its place?

👇🏻 Drop one thing you love doing that others would pay someone else to do if they could 😝

So there I was, tangled in Reformer straps like a human pretzel, when my Pilates instructor Lauren dropped this bomb: "Think of yourself as a seahorse." Me: "What are you talking about?" Lauren: eyes gleaming with marine biology passion, "Seahorses have the most romantic daily ritual! Every morning, they dance together to strengthen their bond. They change colours, intertwine tails, and pirouette around shared holdfasts!" She starts demonstrating on the Reformer, moving like a graceful sea creature while I look like a beached whale. "And get this," she continues, "the MALE gets pregnant! The female has an ovipositor—basically a penis-equivalent—and deposits eggs into his brood pouch!" The entire class stopped, while Lauren continued. "He carries up to 2,000 babies and goes into labour for HOURS, pumping and thrusting to birth them all!" She even showed us a video. Honestly, the birthing motion looks like he's sneezing. Then, get this, they immediately mate again. 🙄 Every day's a school day for me. What about you? What obscure fact have you learned today?