I’ve just moved house to Brisbane, and the feeling is good.  Whilst there’s a bit more traffic on the roads, there’s a vibrant energy around that I’m attracted to and that I like.  It inspires me to get out and enjoy life and reminds me that there’s so much more going on in the world outside my small sphere.

Moving house can be incredibly tough for so many reasons, andwe’ve all heard different stories from people about their dramas and what they’ll “never do again”!  But for me this move went incredibly smoothly and it wasn’t until a week after we arrived that things went pear-shaped.  See, I have a 9-year old daughter who is outgoing, creative, expressive and deeply emotional about her passions and friends.  And of course I’ve just moved her 150km away from her beloved school and friends, which (for a 9-yr old) is the equivalent of ripping her heart out, one slow moment at a time.  Moving her into a new school in a different education system in a different state – has been like moving her from Russia to Fiji.  Ouch.  I think I underestimated the impact on her and how difficult it may be.  I always have seen her as resilient and strong – much like myself – and so I took it for granted that she would be okay with the move.  How wrong could I be?  My daughter hates her new school, her new life, our house, and has already crafted a plan for us to move back so she can go to high school with her friends.  I am simply the “evil mother” who has caused her pain.

So I have a lot to manage right now.  I’ve learnt the meaning of “take it one day at a time” over the last couple of weeks.  It’s a very powerful mantra to follow when things seem to pile on top of our shoulders and we don’t know how to deal with them.  Breathing slowly also helps immensely.

So as I navigate my family challenges, build up my networks, grow my business and make new friends in a new area, I’ll be also trying to have some time out for me.  But of course, just taking it one day at a time