Definitely not something I want. Definitely something I’m working on. Definitely not something I want to label myself as… but I know I just fricken did… So last night I went to a local live music event with this new EPIC man in my life who’s from here in Bali. Not a big concert or out like that. Just local musicians, friends, beers, good vibes… and I was like… right… bite the bullet, Mimi. Go and do something uncomfortable for once instead of making excuses, u got this eeekkk I could already feel the anxiety brewing before we even left. Thirty minute scooter ride… and I’m already overthinking shit a lot Then we walked in. It was this bigish warehouse space. All the lights were on. Maybe 25 or 30 people sat around tables drinking arak and beer. 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗺𝗲𝗻…. Ekka knew people straight away. A few came over to say hello. He introduced me. Obvs there’s a language barrier because I don’t speak Indonesian (gotta sort this out..note to self) and then my brain just went… 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧. I’m the only girl here. 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧. I'm the only bule (that's what they call us foreigners here) here. And then… oh my dayz… I spiralled. Like PROPER fcking spiralled. The only way I can describe it is... imagine walking into an arena where U don't know a SINGLE person. Everything's unfamiliar. Everyone already knows everyone else. And it feels like there's this massive af spotlight following U around the room. Like everyone can see u. Everyone's looking at u. Everyone's judging u... even though they're probably not pfffttt That's exactly what it felt like. 𝗜 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗦𝗢 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱. 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻. 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝗻. What do I do with my hands? Do I put them on my hips? Behind my back? Do I smile? Am I smiling too much? Am I standing weird? Why am I just STANDING here? Then it got even more ridiculous because my brain clearly thought, "Let's throw absolutely EVERYTHING at her while we're at it." Why didn't I wear my Vans? Why have I got sandals on? Why am I wearing shorts? I should've worn trousers. Do I look like an idiot? People are gonna think... who the fuck is SHE? Why is she here?

ok. cards on the table. no fluff. pfffttt obvs… I don't do sympathy posts. bollocks to that. but I do do truth ones. so here it is. and look — I don't even know if I should be sharing this or not… but I'm not built to fluff over the real shite… frankly… I think someone reading this needs to hear it… so ey up… here we go go… 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟱 - life was an absolute MESS. lonely. heartbroken. the kind of year where u just keep putting one foot in front of the other because stopping isn't an option and also because who even has time to stop… and yet… business was the best it's ever been. 🔥 incredible clients. incredible results. best year YET. funny how that works hey… the year ur heart is on the floor ur bank account decides to show up. I'll take it. WOOP. 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟲 - I made a decision to step back from long term one-on-ones and go ALL in on community. U maybe noticed. because community has always been MY thing. totes always. through my yoga days… my mindfulness days… my dance days… in person… online… business… it doesn't matter… I have always been the one bringing people together. whether it was yoga, meditation, dance, business, Facebook groups, Skool… whatever… I've always loved watching complete strangers become friends, collaborations, clients, support systems for each other. THAT stuff lights me up like nothing else. so I went all in on that. BRING IT. 🔥 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗱. 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗱𝗼. 😂 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮… 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗵… over the last few months I've had one of the biggest business lessons of my entire career. one that has cost me financially in a way that totes shook me. one that has tested me emotionally. one that reminded me why boundaries exist and why I need to honour them WAY more fiercely than I have been. that's all I'm going to say on that right now because it's in the right hands… but oh my dog it's been a lot. 🙏 and look I human I have emotions…I feel shit deeply…… it fricken hurt. a lot. more than I expected. more than I'd like to admit. but here we are. keeping it moving. obvs.

𝗪𝗢𝗢𝗣𝗦 + 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗦 🎉 Woke up this morning to a sale for 1 MILLION. I know. I know. OOOFFF take a breath. sounds pretty bloody impressive don't it B4 u start imagining me sipping cocktails on a yacht somewhere in Bali, well I am in Bali so that bit tracks obvs, I should probably mention it was 1 million Indonesian Rupiah. IDR. which works out at approx £44. STILL THOUGH. a WOOP is a WOOP ain't it and I will absolutely fricken take it. and here's the thing that gets me about so much stuff online right now because I see it ALL the time and it does my head in a tad Someone says they made a million and peeps lose their damn minds. but a million WOT DA FCK though someone says they had their best month ever and ur sat there going oh god and comparing urself and spiralling a little bit. but compared to what exactly hmmm. someone says they're fully booked. doing what actually. for how long. at what price. someone says they scaled to six figures. over how long. with what expenses. are they even still there. 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚. 𝗜𝗦. 𝗦𝗨𝗕𝗝𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘. and meanwhile we're sat there comparing our chapter 3 to someone else's chapter 47 highlight reel and wondering why we feel a bit flat and a bit behind and a bit like wtf am I even doing. oooffff. I feel that. I've been that. still have moments, I am human duh ME though. Mimi. right here. this is what I'll be celebrating today and every day 👇 I'll celebrate the £44 obvs because it landed and someone said yes and that matters. I'll celebrate the enquiry even if it didn't convert because something I said or did made someone think yes I want more of that and that's not nothing. I'll celebrate the comment because someone took their actual time out of their actual day to say something and that's a gift. I'll celebrate the person who finally hit publish on the post they'd been overthinking for 3 fricken weeks - U KNOW WHO U ARE - woop 🎉 I'll celebrate the wobble that didn't knock me down even though it tried. I'll celebrate the Monday that felt hard and heavy and happened anyway.

We've only gone and found the DREAMIEST PERFECT venue. After months of searching, viewing, comparing, and occasionally wanting to throw my laptop across the room, SACRED AF BALI 2027 finally has a home. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝗔𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗙 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗲 We're talking a private retreat village surrounded by rice fields and jungle views, luxury villas, stunning bedrooms, private chef dining, pools, yoga, meditation, sound, breath work, wellness, laughter, connection and seven days where somebody else does the cooking and you get to focus on YOU for a change. Honestly, the second we saw it, we knew. This was the one. 1st–8th February 2027. 16 spaces. (Only 11 left) Bookings are officially OPEN. 𝗗𝗿𝗼𝗽 𝗦𝗔𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗙 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝗶𝗰𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀 ❤️

If you saw a Bali retreat you really loved… what would ACTUALLY stop you from booking it right now? 9for October this Year or February 2027) We would love and appreciate hearing your honest thoughts If you picked one. I would LOVE to know the real reason behind it. Message me or drop it below. Thank you ❤️