07/05/2026
Sooooo… hi. 👋 Glow up era, let me explain.
Short version: sold the dream house (where only the house was a dream), divorced, moved into a renovator’s delight, spent two years in and out of hospital nearly dying twice — once from a blocked artery graft, once from a vaping-induced abscess that gave me what I now lovingly call my neck va**na. Healed over now, thank god. I have not vaped since. 🚭
Also lost 30kg. Found myself. Found a new Andrew (the third one — I have a type). And somewhere in all of THAT… completely forgot I had a business.
But here’s the thing about the kind of years that rearrange you completely — you come out the other side really clear on what matters.
I am not your perfectly curated, linen-toned planner girlie. I am the girl in her un**es wearing hot pink boots who built a magnetic planning system because she was standing in front of the fridge at 5pm completely blank, AGAIN. I built this because I needed it. And apparently so did a lot of you. 💛
The planners are back. I am back. The renovator’s delight is now a kitchen I pinch myself over every morning. And we are going to get our sh*t together, together.
Same me — just 30kg lighter, significantly more rested, and with the absolute audacity to think I can do this again.
Spoiler: I can. Watch me. 🚀
Link in bio. Let’s go.
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