21 reasons why women should love the skin they’re in..

Ok, so I’m going to get negative for a minute!

We won’t be hanging around there very long, but I wanted to bring out of hiding all the reasons I hear women say they are not good enough.

It doesn’t mean they are wrong. It’s the truth for some people right now, after all, and the last thing they need to feel is that they are less than perfect.

So here we go..

  • “I can’t do that.”
  • “I don’t have time.”
  • “I would never try that.”
  • “I’ve got it all wrong.”
  • “I never have enough energy.”
  • “I spend all my time looking after everyone else.”
  • “I feel lost.”
  • “I feel fat.”
  • “I can’t be bothered.”
  • “I don’t like looking in the mirror.”
  • “I’ve made so many mistakes.”
  • “I’ve not been a good mother.”
  • “I feel guilty.”
  • “I don’t deserve it.”
  • “I don’t believe I can be successful.”
  • “I feel numb inside.”
  • “I’m an emotional wreck.”
  • “I feel like something is missing.”
  • “I just don’t know what to do.”
  • “I feel sad all the time.”
  • “I wish I could…”

There are many more, but I think you get the drift. We have all related to at least some of these at some point in time.

When we are ready to give ourselves permission to heal and grow, we learn to first accept all that we are, then forgive and love ourselves.

Through allowing ourselves to be vulnerable and take responsibility for our happiness we can ditch guilt, let go of survival mode and thrive.

21 reasons for loving the skin you’re in looks a lot like this..

  • You will smile in the mirror.
  • You will laugh in photos.
  • You will stop crying.
  • You will find your joy.
  • You will sleep better.
  • You will improve your relationships.
  • You will gain clarity.
  • You will increase your energy.
  • You will bounce out of bed.
  • You will feel calmer.
  • You will improve your health.
  • You will eat better.
  • You will begin to heal.
  • You will attract new opportunities.
  • You will attract new people into your life.
  • You will worry less.
  • You will trust more.
  • You will tap into your intuition more.
  • You will build self confidence.
  • You will know your worth.
  • You will recognise the learnings in adversity.

All that makes it worth it, don’t you think?

Introducing the 21 day online course to help you learn to Love the Skin You’re In.

You can go at your own pace through the daily activities and be supported by me, your coach, in the Facebook group and through 3 x Zoom coaching calls included. You also have lifetime access to the course for as long as it exists.

I have been coaching women for three years, and this course is an extension of the powerful 1:1 work I do with clients to teach them the tools to transform their lives.

Love the Skin You’re In is the course I have been building over this time to ensure it helps women get great results in a short amount of time. It’s the foundation to a life of happiness!

You will have instant access upon enrolment to the simple daily tasks to help you create the change you’ve been searching for.

I am with you all the way!

Please reach out if you have any questions. You can find all the information here.

I look forward to you joining me.

Ali x

What a year of not buying anything new taught me..

At the beginning of last year I became curious about attachment to things as a source of happiness.

By things I mean material items, or people, or jobs and opportunity.

How often have you walked past an article of clothing in a shop window and thought, ‘Ooh I need to buy that!’ because you know it will make you feel good?

It is also very common to believe that when we meet that special person and fall in love, that will bring us happiness, or if we win that dream job, buy the car and fill our lives with people, they will fulfill us.

Last year I made the decision to challenge my own definition of happiness and my attachment to things to see what would happen.

So I made the declaration to myself at the beginning of 2019 that I would not buy any non-essential items as new for the remainder of the year. This meant clothes, shoes, household items and so on. I created the rule for myself that if I really wanted or needed any of those items they had to be sourced from thrift shops.

I have never considered myself as overly materialistic, but I was not prepared for the initial resistance that came up for me..

The first time I denied myself a new item of clothing, there was an element of panic that set in.

I felt like I was less than.

Boom, mic drop moment right there!

I realised I had allowed myself to believe all the conditioning, advertising and consumerism that having more things means we are worth more.

What a croc!

While this may be true in a financial sense, it doesn’t make us a better human.

We want more so we work more, and when we work more we are busier. The busier we get, the more overwhelmed we get, the more unhappy we become, and the more our earth is filled with ‘stuff’ that we just don’t need.

We create a cycle for ourselves that perpetuates more stress and we end up with little time to enjoy all our things.

After learning this awareness about myself I began to understand what happiness meant to me.

I turned what initially felt quite confronting into a game. I started to ‘hear’ my inner dialogue around my self worth that I could no longer ignore. And when I really wanted or needed something new, before sourcing it at the thrift shop I would donate an article of clothing first. One out before one in.

What I learned about myself is that experiences are what connects me to my deepest happiness.

The more I threw out, the lighter I felt and the more I chose to experience, the more fulfilled I became.

Spending time with my people is what makes me happy, and they don’t care if I wear the same clothes every time I see them!

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I would rather spend my money on visiting my bestie interstate than having extra pairs of shoes in my wardrobe. I also much prefer to share a meal, a wine and a cheek-hurting belly laugh with friends, or go to the theatre, than having more pairs of jeans.

While I’m incredibly grateful for all we do have in our lives, I could easily become minimalist. This is something I realise will take a while to achieve with a large family of adult children. Hash tag, long term goals!

For now, I remain mindful of those impulses that occasionally pop up. I instead pause, and ask myself if I really need it or do I ‘want’ it. I then consider if I want that ‘thing’ to take up space.

The Buddhists are on to something with their belief that attachment creates suffering.

The more we have, the more we fear we will lose.

To have less feels freeing.

To experience more is to feel joy.

So how did I survive the year?

I spent a total of $67 on clothes and shoes until October last year. Then I bought something new that I saved for over several months. It was something I wanted, and also gave me the opportunity to support a friend who is a local designer. It was an exchange of joy rather than just a transaction of purchase and supply.

I’m glad I challenged my thoughts and behaviours.

I’ve become more mindful of what really makes me happy.

Spending money, time and energy on my growth makes me happier. Spending money, time and energy with those I love makes me happier.

Maybe it’s time to consider what your true happiness looks like too.

I’d love to hear what you discover about yourself.

Ali x

How do we heal?

How do we begin to heal, and what does this even mean?

Many of you know my story. I lost both my Mum and Grandmother to cancer when I was 16. It was massive trauma that had a huge impact on my life from then on.

By the time I was 45 I had endured a range of adverse experiences, along with some amazing ones too, but I still felt empty.

Then I was diagnosed with breast cancer myself.

It was then, that I decided to stop living in survival mode and allow my own healing.

The signs were all there.

I cried every Mother’s Day, I cried every birthday, each time I looked in the mirror I hated what I saw. I cringed each time I had a photo taken, I thought I didn’t deserve to be happy, and I turned into a fixer. You could also call me a control freak!

All that trauma I had been through at such a young age threw a bit of a curve ball at my teenage brain and changed my way of thinking from most of my friends. This then created a lack of confidence and self worth in me that grew to epic proportions. By the time I was in my 30s I didn’t really care if I was here or not.

I suffered with depression and anxiety, and I was deeply unhappy. My soul wounds played out in my life through circumstances that were always filled with drama and challenges. There was never any joy.

As soon as I was diagnosed I decided to take responsibility for my life. I knew that the only way I was going to get through was to give myself permission to heal.

I looked within, stripped back my life and did the work. No one else could do it for me.

I immersed myself into understanding how I had reached that level of sadness, and what I learnt was nothing short of amazing.

I experienced mic drop after life changing mic drop! Everything began to make sense, and I could see the power of belief and the change it can create.

I studied a Diploma of Psychology through my adventure back to wellness also and gained the knowledge that helped me connect the dots of my past and create change for my future.

I had never realised how transformational my healing would be.

I really did change my life, and I really did become the happiest I had every been.

Breast cancer was the gift that created the me I am now.

As a result, three years ago I began working with women to help them change their feelings of doubt, sadness, needing to be in control, needing to be busy and stop the habit of putting themselves last.

As a coach, watching my clients transform their own lives is.. I’m not sure I can even find the words to describe my excitement.

I can see how they will change before they see it themselves.

Continuing this work has become my passion. It is in the simple daily actions that become part of your non-negotiable self care practices that will help you take your life to the next level.

To bring this work to the world, I am offering a FREE 5 day workshop called LOVE THE SKIN YOU’RE IN.

This is for all the women who are burnt out, sick of giving everything to others and having nothing left for themselves. It’s for all the women who don’t think they can change, and it’s for all the women who want to find themselves again. It’s also for all the women who have already been working on themselves but know there is something more out there for them.

All the details can be found here.

We start tomorrow, and I invite you to join me. Even if you don’t think you have the strength to participate, come and watch, and go at your own pace.

Love the Skin You’re In is a safe space and a supportive community.

There will be video lessons each day, fun and easy tasks to do at home, and also an opportunity to participate in a live Zoom call to be part of a group coaching session where you can ask your questions.

I hope you will join me.

It’s time to give yourself permission.

Claim your place.

See you there.

Ali x

I’d pick daisies..

When I was younger, living in the land of ‘I’m a normal teenager, and my Mum is alive,’ each time I walked past the fridge I would notice the yellow piece of card stuck up by a couple of magnets.

It was Mum’s favourite poem, and it first appeared at least 35 years ago.

It didn’t mean all that much to me at the time. I thought it was kinda nice, but they were just words on the fridge. I did, however, read it often.

After Mum died, that simple piece of card took on more meaning. I took it with me everywhere. Each time I moved house, it was always on my fridge.

I often wondered where it had come from, and what Mum felt when she read it.

And then I lost it. For years.

I searched for it everywhere and eventually accepted that it was gone.

Until last month!

I found it stashed away in some old paperwork where it had been hiding for close to 20 years.

When I found it, I cried. It was like connecting with an old friend. I had been trying to remember those words for all of that time.

The poem is a life changer, and goes a little something like this..

I’d pick daisies.. By Nadine Stair (aged 85)

If I had my life to live over again, I’d try to make more mistakes next time.

I would relax; I would limber up; I would be sillier than I have been on this trip.

I know of very few things I would take seriously.

I would take more trips. I would be crazier.

I would climb more mountains, swim more rivers, and watch more sunsets.

I would do more walking and looking. I would eat more ice cream and less beans.

I would have more actual troubles, and fewer imaginery ones.

You see, I’m one of those people who live life prophylactically and sensibly hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I’ve had my moments, and if I had to do it over again, I’d try to have nothing else, just moments, one after another, instead of living so many years ahead each day.

I’ve been one of those people who never go anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a gargle, a raincoat, aspirin, and a parachute.

If I had to do it over again I would go places, do things, and travel lighter than I have.

If I had my life to live over I would start barefooted earlier in the spring and stay later in the fall.

I would play hookey more.

I wouldn’t make such good grades, except by accident.

I would ride on more merry-go-rounds.

I’d pick more daisies.

Bravo, Nadine Stair.

What a legacy she has left for us all, as did my Mum.

Nadine Stair was 85 when she wrote that poem. She would now be at least 120 years old.

She knew a thing or two, I’m sure.

I often wonder what my Mum and I would have talked about as two women discussing life. But I will never know.

It saddens me, but instead, I have those conversations with other beautiful humans in my life.

So, go pick more daisies, and talk about the big stuff in life.

Ditch your thermometer, hot water bottle, raincoat, aspirin and parachute.

Ooh, it’s just a little bit exciting to think of the possibilities that await outside restraint, isn’t it?

With love,

Ali x

Four years ago today…

4 yearsFour years ago today, on Friday the 16th of October 2015, I received a devastating phone call.

“We have found a lump”, the Breast Screen nurse said.

I was sitting at my desk at work when she called. It was a usual busy day with an office full of people.

As I tried to register the words she had just matter-of-factly blurted out to me, I remember losing awareness of my surroundings. It took all my strength to calmly make an excuse to leave without giving anything away to my colleagues.

Little did we know that it would be eighteen months before I would return.

Two hours later we were at the clinic and I was having a biopsy. An hour after that, Phil and I were sitting in the car in disbelief, crying as we held each other when he said to me, “you have only just become my wife, you can’t leave me now”.

I knew I had been a little complacent and had left it a bit too long for my yearly mammogram. Because my own Mother and Grandmother both passed away from breast cancer when I was just 16, I underwent regular screenings from the age of 31. I was shocked when the radiographer told me my last appointment was three years prior.

The next few days were a whirlwind of appointments, scans, conversations and tears. So many tears. Each hour was a see-saw between horror and the determination to survive.

Ironically, it was the middle of Breast Cancer Awareness month.

My husband and I kept our closely guarded secret to ourselves until we knew what we were facing. Had the cancer spread? Would I survive? Would my family lose me so young as I had lost my own family members to this horrible disease?

Sitting our six children down and sharing the news with them shattered all the ideals of being the mother who would always protect her babies.

For seventeen years I nurtured, encouraged, held, consoled and fought for my kids. In one moment, in one conversation, we delivered news that utterly devastated them, and I couldn’t do anything to prevent their trauma.

I felt that I had failed them as their Mum.

The next two years were consumed with six surgeries, chemotherapy, radiotherapy and hair loss, along with equal amounts of vulnerability and fierce strength.

Phil and I were overwhelmed with the incredible support we received from some amazing angels in our lives. We had meals delivered to help feed our large Brady bunch, and our families stepped in to make sure Christmas and birthday celebrations went ahead as planned when all I was capable of was laying on the lounge and watching it all unfold after being hit by the chemo Mack truck.

Coming to terms with the physical changes to my body has pushed the boundaries of self acceptance to a new level. I lost my left breast and had a new one reconstructed from the lat muscle in my back, that causes ongoing issues. My scars resemble a patchwork quilt and I suffer with lymphoedema in my left arm that I will now need to manage for the rest of my life. Then there’s all the wonderful benefits of being forced into early menopause. There are many foods I can no longer tolerate, I am a cadbury girl when it comes to alcohol and the days of high intensity exercise and running are long gone.

During the last four years we have found out who is in our corner, and who isn’t. Then there has been the financial devastation, as well as further family trauma as everyone struggled through in their own way.

My darkest days saw me sitting on the side of my bed with my head in my hands saying out loud, “take me now, I can’t do this any more”, and staring at my packet of strong painkillers wondering what would happen if I took them all at once.

My old nemesis, anxiety, returned and earlier this year reached the point of seeing me spending an entire weekend binge watching a Foxtel show curled up either in bed or on the lounge so that I could escape the constant turmoil of my own thoughts. I couldn’t leave the house and I shut down all communication with anyone outside my family.

Even though it has been several years since going through my journey, some of the side effects are lasting.

But out of the darkness, has also come some pure magic.

I found strength in allowing myself to be vulnerable. I learned to accept help. I surrendered to what was and forgave myself for not being the super mum and martyr I thought I needed to be.

However, I have never felt like a victim of cancer, and have come to appreciate the part it has played in my life.

It has been a very difficult journey, but breast cancer has been my greatest teacher.

My life will never been the same again, and there are many aspects that have formed the “new normal” which is a term that is thrown around a lot for cancer survivors. But I see things differently now and have a chance to live like never before.

Every day I wake up is a good day, and there will be many more.

That I am sure of.

As for today, even though it brings up many memories, I am not sad. I am grateful.

And I will be celebrating!

Ali Williams

 

Why wait, to learn to live?

old manIt was early on a Tuesday morning.

I dropped my daughter at training at 7.00 am and I went to my usual spot at a local cafe to write and sip coffee in the hour I could enjoy to myself before I needed to leave for work.

Tuesday mornings have become an opportunity for me to write, uninterrupted, every week amongst by busy schedule of working full time, studying and writing.

As I travelled back to my 20’s recording a moment in my life, I noticed an elderly gentleman who sat down at the table next to me.
We acknowledged one another and smiled as he said, “it was a bit cool this morning, wasn’t it?”.
We exchanged pleasantries, and continued chatting while he ate his breakfast and sipped his coffee.
I momentarily felt an anxiousness rise in me as I thought of the precious alone time I was losing, and then I let it go, realising that this beautiful man just wanted to chat.
I’m so glad I did. He made quite an impact.
He asked me what I was doing and I told him I was working on writing my story. He said, “that’s good, we all have a story”.
He asked me what my story was about. I briefly explaining that it was about my mother passing away when I was 16 after suffering through breast cancer, then my grandmother for the same reason and that I too had been through my own breast cancer journey.
He said, “that’s a good story”!
I then asked him what his story was.
He told me of some of his adventures, like the one about owning the fastest motorbike in the world that he eventually sold for $160,000, his road trips and how much he enjoys his life. He spends six months living in Queensland during winter, and six months in Adelaide where his two daughters, grandchildren and great grandchildren live.
He said “gotta make the most of life”.
With pride he told me he was 88 and loves travelling around in his motor home that he still drives everywhere himself, including that distance between the two states.
Anyone who has made that trip will understand how far it is!
We talked about days gone by and what life was like for him growing up. He shared his concerns about drugs, land sales in northern Australia and the lack of jobs for our youth.
We covered a lot of ground in a short amount of time!
He then went quiet while he finished his breakfast and enjoyed the last sip of his coffee.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I wondered why he was alone. He didn’t mention a wife or partner, and through his stories I got the feeling he had been alone for some time.
We smiled at each other again as we said goodbye, and I wished him well for his journey back to Queensland.
I hoped he would be safe.
I watched him as he left. He knew all the staff, asked them how they were and they were obviously as fond of him as I had become in that brief encounter.
I didn’t even know his name.
He reminded me of my Dad.
I recognised the same kindness in his eyes, and imagined what a loving father and grandfather he must be to his family.
What a gift to share those few minutes with someone so wise, who reminded me of the choice we have every day.
The choice to truly live.
Why wait?
All we ever have is right here, right now, and there is much to enjoy.
With love, Ali.

Sliding doors…

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Do you ever reflect back on your life and consider the potentially huge magnitude of those sliding doors moments? I do. I sometimes think about the “what if’s” and the alternative pathways that could have been. Some bad and some good.

My husband, Phil, and I were sitting at our favourite spot enjoying lunch together recently when we got to chatting about this very subject. We contemplated times in our lives when we turned down one road, when we could have chosen the other, and what the alternative could have meant to our paths.

We were chatting about our families, and he told me the incredible story about his grandfather.

My husband’s grandfather fought in the Second World War. His job was to guard one of the jetties along the beach. Little did he know that on one fateful day, there was a German soldier sneaking up on him from underneath that jetty.

He turned suddenly after hearing a noise and yelled, “who goes there?”. The soldier lunged at him with a knife to stab him. Phil’s grandfather turned around at the last moment and shot the soldier, killing him. It was kill or be killed.

I can’t even imagine what it would be like to be faced with that situation.

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Phil’s Grandparents and Father 

That split second in time could have just as easily been very different. It could have meant that Phil’s entire family may not exist. History could have been very different. Thinking about the possibilities of the scenario, it seems like the scene of a movie.

If you think about all the people we interact with throughout our lives, it must be in the millions. In public places, across the globe while travelling, working environments, social interactions and personal relationships. I often think about the part that we, as individuals, may play in other people’s lives and how we may have potentially influenced them in their paths.

I find the concept of sliding doors moments quite epic! Just thinking about Phil’s grandfather, and that he almost lost his life, makes me think about how many lives would have also been changed by that one event. It reminds me of the movies The Butterfly Effect, starring Ashton Kutcher, and Sliding Doors, starring Gwyneth Paltrow. The first is a bit more sinister than the other, but both provoke thoughts of our own lives and what may or may not have been.

I think of this in relation to my own life. I always wonder what life would have been like if my Mum hadn’t passed away when she did. My path changed entirely after her death. I didn’t pursue the career that I was originally interested in and ended up working in places I never thought I would! All of this, in turn, has brought people into my life that I may not have otherwise connected with. Some of those people led me to new opportunities, and some have influenced my decisions.

Those who were my family in the beginning of my life ended up being completely different. My Dad remarried after my Mum passed away, and we inherited a whole new family.  Our kids, who have grown up together as cousins, may not have been if my Dad and Step-Mum didn’t meet through their blind date all those years ago!

Would I have even ever been through my breast cancer journey if life had been different?

We will never know. And I am at peace with that.

I wonder from the perspective of curiosity, not regret or resentment. It is what it is, and all I can do is move forward.

All any of us can do is deal with the right here, right now. If we stay stuck in the past, always wondering what may have been, we sabotage the future. We never give ourselves the chance to fully embrace all that has made us who we are today. The more we let go of what has been, the more we embrace who we want to become in the future.

My illness has taught me so much about letting go of the past. I had a sore neck from constantly looking at what was behind me! Now, I am grateful for all I have experienced. Every experience and event has given me the opportunity to choose a greater level of awareness in life.

It is so much more fun to think of who I am becoming and what I have to look forward to.

It is so much more exciting to think of the possibilities for the future.

Hurts from the past can be difficult to move on from. It can feel uncomfortable to face them and work through them. But wouldn’t it be worth it if I told you that your life will be completely different if you do?

With love, Ali

 

 

Meditation, is it time to try it?

 

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Attention busy women of the world, who spend their time overthinking!

 

If you are not already familiar with the practice of meditation, you have probably heard a bit about it and have seen stories and articles about it popping up everywhere. Well keep reading, you need to hear this

If you haven’t jumped on board the meditation train as yet, you need to.

Everyone needs to. You just do!

The women in my life who know me well or are part of my uplifting group The Self Love Project on Facebook, know that I talk a lot about meditation and the benefits to our health and happiness.

I have experienced some life changing transformations since committing to the practice of meditation during my Breast Cancer journey. It has been about two years now, and I can’t go a day without listening to a guided meditation at least twice.

I have experienced first hand how powerful it is, and love it so much that I ran a dedicated group on Facebook, just for women, for 30 days during January. It was a great success, and many of those beautiful participants have felt great shifts in their level of calmness, have noticed a reduction in their stress levels, increased feelings of joy, and improved sleeping patterns.

So I am doing it all again.

We all have those days when there is just too much going on in our minds.

It seems that at times we just can’t slow down those wheels of “overthink”.

As women, for those of us with families, it is usually a constant scheduling nightmare that gets overwhelming. We have to be here, be there, pick up little Johnny at that time, deliver little Sally at that time, feed everyone…etc. Oh and then there’s work or running your business (or both in my case). I could continue on, but I’m sure you get the drift!

What if I told you that meditation can help you cope with all of that? Would you give it a go?

The benefits to your health are immeasurable.

It helps lower blood pressure, heal the gut, reduce the severity of anxiety and depression, improves sleep habits and so much more. And above all, it helps you find your happy.

Have a look around Google and you will find a lot of information.

Due to the success of the first round of The Meditation Project the next round is starting next Monday 19th February. (It won’t matter if you are a little late in starting.)

30 days of guided meditation to help you transform your life…

FOR WOMEN ONLY

img_6487Joining the program is a great introduction to guided meditation and will help you create a new habit, or get back into it if you have fallen off the wagon!

If you want change in your life, this is one of the simplest ways to make that happen.

Prioritise yourself, and jump on board!

In 30 days time, you could be sleeping better, feel happier, and be more calm and relaxed.

Who doesn’t want that?

Just 30AUD for 30 days. Click on the link below to confirm your participation, and request to join the group where the daily posts will be uploaded. All the information you need is in the pinned post within the group.

Confirm your spot here
Request to join the group here: The Meditation Project (After the Paypal notification has come through, your request to join the group will be approved.)

If you would like more information Email me. I’ll be happy to answer your questions.

I can’t wait to get started again, and see how much change will unfold for everyone. I look forward to seeing you in the group!

 

Namaste 

With love, Ali

 

 

 

A call for help…

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I have to be completely honest. This is a call for help, for me personally.

This could possibly be the most vulnerable I have ever been in my entire life.  And it feels very uncomfortable.

Let me explain what I mean…

When I started writing my blog, I called it by the name “Raw and Completely Beautiful”, because I made the commitment to myself to always be open, honest and raw in my words.

Today is no different, so here goes…

Throughout my Breast Cancer journey, I have undertaken a lot of personal self development. I have taken a good, long and hard look at myself and what I could change to be better. To be a better person, and to do something meaningful to help others be better also.

I have come to realise in the last year, that finding my way to true happiness has inspired a passion in me to help women do the same.

Finding your joy doesn’t have to be difficult. It can be achieved through simple daily activities and devoting time to yourself.

I wrote a 30 day program called the Lotus Program, and tested it with a group of women. And the results were phenomenal.

I started a group in Facebook called The Self Love Project and there are now over 300 beautiful women in the community who uplift and support each other.

It has become my purpose each day, to make even just one woman feel more positive about herself.

I have also been focusing on my writing, and have the burning desire to write a book to help women find their happiness, without it being an overanalysed, heavy, painful process. I have found a way to guide women through grief, trauma and self sabotage to value themselves once again.

Recently, I participated in a short writing course with an international author and publisher based here in Australia. It was an incredible experience and opened my eyes to developing my skills in a way that I have not known before.

And something amazing happened.

I have been offered the incredible opportunity of a rare half scholarship to be mentored directly by the beautiful author/publisher, Joanne Fedler, in her upcoming writing program commencing later in February. I have been offered this because Joanne understands and appreciates my desire to educate women.

This program is going to help me in so many ways to give life to a book with a strong message, and make my dream a reality.

Now here is the uncomfortable, vulnerable part for me…

I need help to make this happen.

The mentorship does not come for free.

But, the scholarship offer is one that I will not have access to again, and I just feel I need to take a leap of faith to try and make this happen.

After two years of the most difficult financial time in our lives through my cancer journey, my Husband and I just do not have a way to raise the funds.

So I am now appealing to the kindness of the human spirit.

I am a big believer in authenticity, letting go of the fear of judgement from others, and allowing yourself to find strength in your vulnerability. I will admit that putting this message out there has completely tested my resolve.

I guess, if nothing else, I have pushed through a limiting belief and broken down a huge fear, all of which will help me to be a better version myself.

If you can find it in your heart to spare the time to click on the link below with all the details that explain my appeal, I would be ever grateful.

Go Fund Me

It is my hope that you are able to appreciate what I am trying to achieve. I also hope that you will, at the very least, reserve judgement and be empathetic in understanding why I have taken such a big risk in putting myself out there in this way.

In whatever capacity you may be able to help, I am truly grateful.

I may not be able to repay you, but I am completely committed to seeing this journey through. And you will be able to play a large part in enabling me to complete my mission.

Who knows, maybe this will impact the world in a positive way.

At least I will have tried.

Thank you for sharing some of your time with me. And please don’t hesitate to make contact with me if you would like further information.

With love,

Ali

 

Your inner power…

The ocean at my favourite place is incredibly powerful. Rain, hail or shine it has the power to give life, take life, give joy and fuel fear.

But no matter the weather, it rolls in every day. Lapping the shore, soaking the sand, leaving treasures behind and is either raging or calm.

No matter the weather, it’s power is ever present. It is never vulnerable, it is always there.

It calms and soothes even the most troubled of souls who visit.

It reminds me of my power. It represents my inner power that is always there.

No matter the circumstances, and no matter the strength of the storm, it is there.

It is always lapping the edges of my soul. I can always find it. I can always seek it.

Just like the treasures left for me on the beach that I find in my path, so is my strength.

It is always there. Some days I just need to see it. We all need to see it for ourselves.

We need to open our hearts and our minds, and see our own strength and power within.

It is always there. Rain, hail or shine, it is always there…