"I needed to pay someone to actually give me permission to slow done" I was running around doing all the things and trying to be everything to everyone, and I didn't even know it. That is until a business coach told me that my top priority for last week was to get the homework assignment done, and when I finally stopped circling, I realized how crazy life had become. 😯 Are you a faith-led women who feels like you need someone else to give you permission stop the chaos? Come listen to The Naturally Aligned Women podcast today. This episode walks you through what I did to help me get back on track. I would love to hear your thoughts on this and if you have found anything else that works for you. 💓

So last night… I went out. Proper out. Out OUT. Live music. 70s vibe rock band. Big hair. Tight trousers. One bloke fully committed to a tambourine like it was his actual life’s calling . Sticky floor. Warm beer. Bass thumping in your ribs kinda vibe. And for a second, I was 19 again. Arms in the air. Singing lyrics I didn’t fully know but absolutely BELIEVING anyway. The lead singer was giving it EVERYTHING. Sweat. Eye contact. That slightly unhinged rock-face that’s sexy only when doing rock… walking down the street with that face and I’d be like EEEK mate calm down. The guitarist was doing that lean-back-leg-wide stance like he’d practised it in the mirror since 1987 lol, you know the one, hips forward, life sorted. It was messy. Loud-ish. Defo not polished. And it was ALIVE. And here’s the thing that totes hit me mid head-bang. Nobody was there because the sound was technically flawless. Nobody was whispering, “Ooooh yes, the chord transitions were extremely accurate.” No one gave a flying fig about technical perfection. They were there because the band MEANT IT. They believed what they were playing. They weren’t reading off a sheet. They weren’t half-arsing it. They weren’t thinking, “I hope no one judges my tambourine technique.” They were FULLY IN IT. Chest out. Voice cracked. Zero apology. And the room responded back. It was lit-ness. Proper vibing. Now… confession. Ooooppsss. Some of that was slightly made up. Naughty Mimi. I know. Yes. I did go see a 70s rock band… (there was no tambourine sadly but let me have the drama okay) The rest? Embellished. Heightened. Turned up a notch for dramatic-ish effect. Because I wanted you to FEEL it. And that right there… is the whole darn point. That’s storytelling. That’s delivery. That’s flavour-flave. (And no, I am NOT saying go make up stories, calm ya boots. This is an example-roo.) Because I could’ve said, “I went to watch a band. They were good. It made me think about conviction.” Technically correct too. Emotionally dead. Pfffttt.