I’ve always been a natural leader - a mix of my double Virgo, 3/6 generator Human Design AND born on the 1st of the month - it’s in my DNA. I can’t help but want to help others learn from my own mistakes and lessons.

Over the years I’ve built more businesses than I can even remember - some are still alive and successful now, others were a season - some didn’t even make it past go. All of them though, helped me grow, helped me learn something new about myself, helped me see what I didn’t want, and gave me insights in ways you can’t learn from a text book.

My first product based business for example, selling crystals, showed me freedom is one of my core values. This business became super successful in a short period of 12 months.

From investing £1k in stock to start, to turning over £10k weeks, building an incredible community and even launching a membership with 50 founding members - this business was for all want and purposes, my most successful yet.

BUT - and it’s a big but. It came with a price tag. My time was non existent outside of the business. Every week was the same conveyor belt:

• Tuesday - go to the supplier and restock

• Wednesday - upload new pieces to website and IG live sale

• Thursday - wrap from wed sale and another IG live

• Friday - wrap all orders and post

• Saturday - upload more pieces to the website, make content for the week

• Sunday - wrap orders from over the weekend, clean the crystal room

• Monday - decide on theme for the week, take bespoke orders for suppliers, TikTok mystery box live

You get the idea - my weeks were planned out to the hour - there was no time to even enjoy the fruits of my labour because I was working in the business 24/7.

Even when I employed people to help, it was all encompassing.

This was this business that taught me money wasn’t the ultimate goal after all. I was making more than I ever had before, yet, I was frustrated, burnt out and bored of the monotony week in week out.

Coaching was another interesting season for me. It came as a natural progression from my own personal development and working with a mentor for the first time.

I realised I had always been a mentor, giving advice to friends and family and being the ‘go to’ person for anything business - getting paid for it would be the icing on the cake.

This industry though, swallowed me up and spat me back out like a bad pill. Over the course of around 4 years I changed niches several times - from branding and messaging, content and marketing to strategy and sales. All of the things I was naturally good at - and had done myself in my own businesses over the years - but none really ever clicked.

I never made much money in this industry - but I learnt a lot. I had a mini breakdown back in 2024. Feeling confused, inferior and stuck in comparison to the online space - I couldn’t take anymore. Ironically, the very breakdown is what birthed my movement ‘Raw & Real’, and this photo became a pivotal piece in my brand evolution.

This space has given me (and continues to give me) the most spiritual lessons. Inner trust, building my own intuition and following the path I felt called towards. I also learnt a lot of painful lessons monetarily - various courses, tens of thousands of pounds, empty promises a lot of them.

And even though you could technically say I’m still in the industry ( I don’t see myself as a typical coach these days though) - I don’t subscribe to the content vomit splurge we are told is the only way to do it. These days, when I receive coaching enquiries it’s mostly from me sharing my life journey on here or TikTok - or from people I meet in real life seeing what I’ve built and wanting me in their corner. It doesn’t pay my bills - I don’t rely on it, and I can ultimately take or leave it depending on my season.

My corporate business - my baby! The first ever taste I had of starting a business from scratch - which I started way back in 2014 and is still going strong now.

This has been my constant. Something every entrepreneur needs. It is a market leader in the UK - helping hotels and restaurants with their energy procurement. It’s not a sexy business. It’s not ‘my purpose’ - it’s my security. My safety. The thing I could start with no money in my pocket, and grow to something which has sustained me and my team for the last 12 years - and helped hundreds of businesses.

This business has taught me the importance of guaranteed forecasted revenue. The value of a team - and hiring people at the right time. The power of word of mouth marketing and niching in the right way. It also showed me you don’t have to ‘play to your limit’ - there is no limit. What I mean by this is, when I first started Prestige, it was me and a laptop - brand new virgin entrepreneur giving it a go.

I went out there and played way bigger than I was. I approached some of the biggest names in the industry - and won the contracts. I learnt the power of words - speaking as ‘we’ not ‘I’. The value of in person relationships- this alone won me more business than I’ve ever had from social media!

So much wisdom gained from all of this experience which has helped me enormously in other ventures I’ve explored.

And now, I’m in another new season. We moved to Egypt back in May 26, and now have the financial freedom to really have fun exploring what businesses we want to start next.

One project we are working on is selling bespoke luxury villas in Dahab from my husbands family business. Way out of my comfort zone, nothing like I’ve ever done before. Really not knowing what I’m doing, but giving it a go anyway - what is there to loose? The villas are being built anyway - we can either try and figure it out, or we don’t - either way we learn some lessons about the property sector. That’s always something worthwhile.

Another idea we have right now is opening a shop of sorts. A crystal jungle, combining my love and knowledge of crystals, with my husbands of plants - and bringing them together to create a sanctuary where people can come, drink matcha and fall in love with their next purchase. This one is interesting as finding a location here is easier said than done - with lots of red tape and hoops to jump through. It may go somewhere, it may not - but again, I’m learning so much along the way it really doesn’t matter. If it doesn’t ‘work’, it will show me the next step to follow from there, but right now I’m enjoying the journey of finding out. From looking into ethical crystal suppliers and import/exporting as an Egyptian company - to looking at shop fit outs and P&L analysis for this kind of business. It’s fun!

Assets are another big pull for me. The idea of investing in something and making residual income from it appeals enormously. In this season I want to spend as much time with my family as possible, and having businesses which bring in money without having to spend lots of my time on them. From car rentals to paddle boards - we are exploring all kinds of ideas, just waiting for one to click.

And this brings me onto one of my favourite projects right now - where the idea of this article stemmed from.

The Young Entrepreneurs Academy.

This was an idea I had a few weeks ago and it kind of came out of nowhere. Since moving to Egypt, I’ve felt this real pull towards helping animals and kids. I guess maybe because you see more of the ‘other side’ living in a place like this. Even though we are in a very affluent area - El Gouna - there are still stray dogs and cats everywhere. Travel 30 mins into Hurghada and you will see kids on the streets begging for food, trying to sell anything they can, collecting plastic to take and swap for a tiny amount of money just so they can buy food. It would pull on anyone’s heart strings.

And whilst I’ve no doubt my youngest daughter will be doing something with the animals - my heart is really pulled towards the next generation. And then it came, as I was sat on my balcony looking out to our crystal lagoon, sipping my English breakfast tea - it was like a puzzle being formed in my mind.

Call it a download, call it a message, call it subconscious - whatever you call it - I can only describe it as a story being played out in my mind and I could see every scene so clearly.

• It started with week 1 - BOOM 💥 - this is where we choose the business. As a multi passionate myself, I know only too well the ache of ‘deciding’ which idea to pursue. Is it the ‘right’ one? What about the others that you also love? How can I do it all? It’s a conundrum every visionary entrepreneur encounters - and it keeps many from even starting. So, I had to start there.

• Then week 2 - so obvious - market research. I’d learnt the hard way - the saying ‘build it and they will come’ is absolute rubbish. You have to test the market - do people actually want what you are going to offer? Now - I do think there are better ways to do this than the traditional ‘would you buy this’ angle. For example - when the car was invented people didn’t know they wanted it. They were fine with a horse and cart because that’s all they had known. They wouldn’t desire a car until they knew the pain of not having it. Same with the internet, and mobile phones - anything innovative which is replacing an old concept. Market research is null in void here in the traditional sense. A far better alternative is to explore the current pains - does your new offer remove these? If it does you’re good to go. If not, maybe you can make some tweaks which do.

• Week 3 - ok, we’ve got the idea, we know people want it - now let’s bring it to life. Let’s name it, brand it, create the messaging, find the heartbeat of the business. Map out the costs, pricing and projected revenue. This is the fun part for every creative business owner - but far too many people spend too long on this, using it as an excuse not to move forwards to the more uncomfortable part…

Which leads me to week 4 - sales. Now - if you’re a sales person - I know you’ll love this part. But, if you’re a creative, a visionary, a leader - you might not quite as much. The bad news is, it is absolutely fundamental to any business - without it you don’t have a business, you have a hobby. Sales are the fuel to growth, and they do not, contrary to what instagram gurus might tell you, come out of thin air (or 9 perfectly created slides on a carousel) 👀. They come from action. Getting out into the real world. Taking your product or service and putting it in front of your ideal customers. You have to find them. Walk the streets, go into shops, attend events, even call them if you prefer - do whatever feels best for you - but you must do something. Yes social media is important these days - but it is the cement rather than the bricks themselves. Take the bricks, start stacking them (ie making sales) and social media will bring it all together and give you a strong foundation to build the whole house.

• And then the final week - 5. This is really exciting for me. Let’s not stop at creating the business itself - let’s now celebrate the hell out of you! I saw a vision - a gathering outside, the local business community and parents sat in the audience. The young founders taking to ‘the stage’ and pitching their idea. Kind of a dragons den meets apprentice style. Imagine the pride of the parents. Imagine the confidence built for the kids. And then imagine, a local business sees the idea and wants to invest in them….! How cool would that be? Not a given of course, but a possibility which didn’t exist before. A certificate, a branded hoody saying ‘I’m a young founder’, an experience they will never forget. Regardless if they carry on with that business or not - they will sure as hell be more willing to try other ideas in the future.

Being an entrepreneur isn’t about getting it right every time - it’s about being brave enough to fail, over and over again, until you get it right.

And that brings me to my title - I’m using my daughter as my own case study. See, I myself have followed the programme to launch this - and now I’m at the stage of ‘ trying to make sales’ - but, they haven’t yet come. So, I’m taking matters into my own hands and am running the program with my eldest daughter.

Sophie has watched me build businesses since she was a young child. She has seen my ‘failures’, she has experienced the rewards of the ‘successes’, she has had a life of freedom modelled to her - and she has most importantly seen the attitude it requires to create it.

The other day we were sat together shopping on Bershka, when I asked her ‘have you found anywhere to get nice underwear from here yet?’. Her blank face stared back at me, no words needed. ‘It doesn’t exist here Mum’ she said grudgingly.

‘Why don’t you make your own lingerie brand’? I replied, quicker than I could even think about what I was saying.

‘Wait, what? Do you think I could actually do that? That’s a really good idea. I love fashion, I love designing and it’s impossible to find anything nice here’.

Straight away I went into coach mode - ‘Of course you can, you’ve used boutique brands like that before in England but always said the quality was terrible - take what was good from theirs, improve what wasn’t, and then you build your own brand from there.’

I saw her eyes light up in a way I haven’t seen in a long time. The excitement started pouring out of her. Immediately she stopped what she was doing and for the next 30 mins told me all of her ideas on how she would want it to be.

As she word vomited at me, I was piecing every thread together. Her messaging was obvious:

A female empowerment brand - affordable beauty.

For the woman who knows she is worth feeling her best every day of the week.

Not for date nights, not for special occasions-

For YOU.

‘But what do I do next?’ As the initial dopamine hit began to subside, you could see reality now kicking in. It felt big, maybe too big? As someone who doesn’t like to even show her face on social media, how would she market something like this?

‘Don’t worry, I’ll help you. How about over the next 5 weeks we work through my YEA programme together- and by the end everything will be in place?’

The smile beamed as I felt the fear subside.

‘Oh my God, yes please, I’m so excited, let’s do it together’

So here we are - week 1 is underway. Tomorrow we are exploring fabric suppliers and seamstresses. I suggested she makes to order initially so as she doesn’t get stuck with lots of stock (a huge mistake product based businesses often make). The cost per item will be higher, but it’s the lowest risk option to start, and keeping your nervous system in check is paramount for any new founder!

So, here I am…unsure if my own business ‘The Young Founders Academy’, will actually take off. But in the process, I’m helping my daughter build hers - see, there really is no such thing as failure.

Be brave enough to make mistakes, do it messy, follow your dreams and never be scared of changing lanes. Everything you desire is right on the other side of taking courageous action.

Love

Clare

Xxx

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I’ve always been a morning person - in fact one of the biggest adjustments moving to Egypt has been their nighttime culture clashing with my need to be in bed by 10pm 😅.

As I walk into my living room, I’m startled to see a human asleep on my sofa - at closer glance it’s my daughter’s boyfriend. To which I abruptly wake him up with ‘have you been kicked out?’.

No. Just no room in the bed as her friend is also over. And in this seemingly normal moment I realised something.

How happy my daughter is since we moved here.

Nearly 20 years old - she is still very much a mummas girl. Our relationship hasn’t always been easy though. For the first 10 years of her life, I was in an abusive relationship with her Father - and I’m sad to admit she heard and saw things no child should ever have to.

Of course I should have left sooner, but as anyone who has been in that situation will know, it’s far easier said than done. I tried many times - all of which she was with me for, and also every time I went back. Her poor little child heart must have been confused beyond measure, and I carry enormous guilt over that.

As she turned 13, I finally found the courage to leave for good - unfortunately for her, it was on her actual birthday. I remember seeing her balloons in the living room, where I had laid them out the night before alongside her presents. I didn’t know the next day I would be telling her to pack them up quickly, as we escaped.

The night before is a blur to be honest. As so often happens in abuse; days, events, even years all merge together and it’s hard to tell exactly what happened when.

Whether it was the banana being thrown at my head piece by piece by my intoxicated husband - also edging my daughter on to join in as I sat there humiliated and crying. Or another time he made me choose sex or face his wrath - or another incident completely, that I’ve now blocked out - I couldn’t tell you.

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But what I do know is, it was the final straw. Not necessarily the biggest moment - just the last one I could take by the last pieces of any mental strength I had left.

I knew it was horrible timing - I also knew if I didn’t act now I might never do it. I was all too aware of my attempts to leave over the years and how I never stayed brave enough to not go back.

As we did every year, he stayed to watch our daughter open her presents, and then left for work. That was my window.

I waited around an hour until after he had gone - the adrenaline gushing through my veins in case he suddenly came back. Not something that was completely unheard of.

My daughter had gone back to bed at this point (as 7am was ‘too early for her to wake up’ 😅). I scurried into my bedroom, grabbed a travel bag and started chucking stuff in it.

Underwear, a few tops, jeans - done. I didn’t overthink, I didn’t even see what I was packing, I just knew I had to move quickly. Once my bag was done I went into the baby’s room. She was just waking. I fed her and swiftly did the same with her things. Once she was settled I headed up to my eldest’s bedroom. She was still fast asleep. So innocent, so rested, so undeserving of this pain.

‘Darling, I’m sorry but we have to go’ I said in a voice somewhere between trying to be calm and yet completely in panic. I swooped around her room grabbing some essentials and chucking them into a gym bag.

‘It doesn’t matter what we take, we can get the rest in a few days’.

She was all to familiar with this routine.

‘Mum, please not today, it’s my birthday’.

As I beat myself up, all I could hear was the voices in my head ‘what kind of mum are you, who does this to their child on their birthday, you’ll go back so why bother, she will end up hating you’. You name it I felt it. And rightly so. I had let her down, over and over again. But now I was ready to make it right.

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People think staying in abuse is weakness. Let me tell you - it’s far easier to not be there in it. Everyone has their own fears over leaving. For me it was better the devil you know. Every time I tried to leave I would have my life threatened. I honestly didn’t know if he was capable of it or not, but a big part of me feared he was.

If I went back, I could at least pacify him and keep the monster at bay as much as possible. If I kept my mouth shut, did as I was told and didn’t cause any ‘problems’ I could mostly avoid the worst of his temper. The words, financial and psychological abuse were easier to hide after all.

‘I’m sorry darling’, we have to go.

I started to move in a military style. The brain fog had gone, I was hyper focused, hyper alert and ready to move. There was no sadness - only a feeling of urgency to get out of there as quickly as possible.

• Girls - in the car - check

• Bags - check

• Baby’s pram - check

• Phone & charger - check

That was everything that mattered. Nothing else was important. As I started the engine my eyes were sweeping up and down the street for my husbands truck. ‘Please god don’t let me bump into him now.’ The funny thing is, if I had, it wouldn’t have been remotely ‘suspicious’. I was just in the car taking the girls out - a very typical day. But when you are in fight or flight your whole nervous system is on alert seeing everything as a possible sign of danger.

‘Where are we even going’ my daughter asked. ‘To Grandads baby’ - I had text my dad an hour or so earlier - knowing he would be awake and at home. ‘Me and the girls are going to come and stay for a few days if ok’ I had said - to which I knew his reply would be ‘sure sweetheart’.

My dad was always there for me and the girls. I had never told him the ins and outs of the relationship with my husband - he knew we argued and fell out a lot, but I had always blamed it on his gambling and drinking. I’d never been brave enough to tell the truth about the abuse. It was too shameful, I had been with him for 15 years after all. I didn’t want him to have to know that about his little girl. There was also a part of me who knew that if I ever told the full truth, there really would be no going back as that was a question I did not want to face from either of my parents.

The car journey was a blur. Autopilot was fully engaged. Still feeling nothing but fear as if I was being chased by a deadly beast. On this case - the beast was not chasing, nor even aware its prey was running - my body did not know that.

As we pulled up to my dads, some 45mins later, I finally felt the adrenaline start to subside.

‘I did it’ I thought to myself as we headed up the stairs to my dad’s tiny 1 bedroom apartment. The tears started to run. I wiped them away as each one fell - not wanting to cause any more distress for my girls. As we opened the door using the pram to wedge it open, I checked our 3 bags onto the bed. ‘Hi’, I said, as if it was any other normal day.

‘Happy birthday princess’ he smiled looking at my daughter.

I quickly took the girls into the living room ‘say hi to grandad’ I said as I practically ran the 3 short steps to the bathroom. As I closed the door, unable to move, I slid down to the floor in that exact spot. That’s when the tears fully came. It wasn’t just tears though - it was uncontrollable sobbing, as if the last 15 years of pain was being released all at once. It was a tiny apartment, I knew they would be able to hear me and I desperately didn’t want that. I took my arm and held my face tight against it, letting the sobs come out as muffled half breaths as I gasped for air. My whole body shook.

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I must have stayed there for a good 10 minutes. No concept of time, feeling every emotion I had pushed down for so many years. Anger, sadness, despair, shame, guilt, disbelief… the list goes on. As my brain started to realise what had happened, I thought;

‘what have I done?’

I felt the huge wave of mum guilt rush over me. My heart aching for my daughter. ‘This poor girl will never be able to enjoy a birthday again after this trauma. I will never go back’ I told myself.

If only that was the end of the story.

The next year was Covid. I had moved into my own house with the girls 45 mins from where were living before (because my husband had warned me what would happen dare I stay in ‘his town’). I wish I could say I never saw him again after that fateful day.

The truth is there was a period of back and fourth (that’s a whole other article). Sometimes he was in our lives, sometimes he wasn’t - the biggest difference now though was I finally had my own place - something I had never done before.

And I knew I was on the verge of nearly being free.

Now - it’s 2026. We’ve been separated fully for the last 6 years - 7 if you count the on/off year.

It took me a long time to heal. It took my daughter even longer. She fell into bad crowds and self destruction in all ways. As I could only watch and pray she would eventually find her peace, knowing all too well I could have prevented this from happening.

We had mother daughter counselling - which definitely helped, but it took time. Then the hardest part. She herself followed in the same footsteps and found herself living in Brazil with a man who beat her - unable to leave. Repeating the exact same words I had told myself all those years ago. ‘He said he will get help, it’s not his fault he has his own trauma, I feel bad for him’. The cycle was continuing in the next generation and it killed me to see it.

This was one of the hardest seasons of my life as a Mother - watching your own child make the same mistakes you did.

It was at this time I started diving into writing poetry as a way to express my own feelings of the situation (keep an eye out for those separately).

Only now - since we moved to Egypt 2 months ago, have I started to see her truly happy.

She was unsure about joining us at first. She even contemplated on going back to Brazil. I begged her to at least try it and reminded her, if she doesn’t like it, she can always leave.

Clare

xxx

As my mind wandered between the crunching, chocolatey goodness in my mouth, I suddenly had this memory from five or six years ago. I was sat in my crystal room in London after doing a TikTok live, doing exactly the same thing. Eating a bowl of equally moorish Cocoa Pops faster than a kid can eat ice cream.

Complete da-ja-vu - but from a very different timeline. Let me explain…

I was working with a coach at the time, who I had spent £20,000 on (I’m telling you that because I still question my sanity of that decision now but that’s a whole other story). At that time in my life, I was making really good money. I was turning over £30 to £50,000 months. But I was burnt out. I was miserable. I was bored - because my routine was the same week in, week out.

And I felt trapped.

I also felt like there was still something missing, like I wasn’t living in my purpose. So as I was sitting, eating this bowl of Cocoa Pops (because food has always been a comfort of mine, and I notoriously do comfort eat. At that time, Cocoa Pops was my go-to. I must have been eating like three or four bowls a day. And we’re talking big bowls!) I remember my coach saying to me; ‘You know, no judgment, but just a question to sit with, does your future self eat four or five bowls of Cocoa Pops every day?’ Now let me tell you, as the words left her mouth and entered my ears, every part of my being went into resistance.

I love Cocoa Pops, there is nothing wrong with that. If I want to eat them, I’ll eat them. It doesn’t mean that I can’t be my future self, why am I paying her £20k to comment on my eating…blah blah blah - you get the idea. My nervous system went into fight mode, as if she was a dangerous predator and I was under attack; my ego was not going to let that shit slide.

But after sitting with it and letting my ego calm down, I realised that she was right.

My future self wouldn’t be comfort eating all the time. And that’s why I was doing it. Yes, I liked Cocoa Pops, but that wasn’t the point. Anyone can like something and everything is okay in moderation. But I was binging them. Just as some people would with alcohol, Cocoa Pops were my drug of choice. Which I know sounds hilarious, but stay with me here…

I asked myself, what would my future self eat for breakfast then? If it wasn’t Cocoa Pops, what the hell would it be? Because I was a creature of habit. I would eat the same thing religiously for breakfast day in, day out. As I sat with the seemingly very easy question ‘what would I eat’, my mind went blank. It was as if every food in the World suddenly tasted grotesque to me. Just the idea of eggs and bacon instead of my beloved Cocoa Pops was sending me into a sweaty panic.

Forcing myself to go deeper, I refused to move until I could clearly see another scenario. Lets start with where I’m waking up, the sounds, the smells, the feelings.

I could begin to see a picture emerge. A white room surrounded by lots of light, waking up naturally to the sun and blue skies. Birds singing, water flowing, easing myself out of bed as I almost levitate into the large open plan kitchen. I’m calm, grounded, rested, deeply happy. I head over to the countertop; I don’t stop to think; I immediately see a bowl of fresh, cut-up fruit, as I seemingly dance to the huge American-style fridge and grab a glass of fresh orange juice.

That was it. I did it! For the first time I could see, in detail, my life could be different.

Now, this is not about what I (or you) eat for breakfast. It’s about the fact that I couldn’t even see myself being any other way than I was right then. The vision of me I had in that house, felt so vastly different to the life I was living, the person I was and the kind of choices that I was making. It was as if she was light years away from me, and honestly, I didn’t know how I would ever ‘meet’ her.

Over the course of the next five years or so, I completely forgot about that part of my future vision - until this morning. As we come back to me sitting down with a bowl of Nesquik (very similar to Cocoa Pops fyi), where that memory resurfaced. And I realised, without even meaning to, I had become all of those things.

I wasn’t ‘trying’ to replicate that vision, or even that version of me. I had completely forgotten about it for all sense of purpose. And yet, I am now living in her timeline.

As I write this I am sat in my living room, looking out at the crystal lagoon in stunning Egypt. The sun is shining, I hear the water flowing, birds are singing. I feel deeply happy, calm, grounded. There is no rush, no hurry - nothing to feel stressed about. My apartment is maybe (or most definitely) smaller than the house in my vision - but it was never about the ‘things’, it was about the feelings - and I have all of those now.

I’m living that version of me now. And also, not to gloss over the fact that there were things that I thought I wanted that actually are not part of my life right now.

I also remember scripting that I’d be speaking on stages around the world. Funny enough, a memory popped up on my Facebook this morning from just over a year ago. I’d hosted the very first Raw and Real event in London. Women had flown in from all over the world. I stood on stage for the first time. I trained other speakers using my own RAW framework. And for a long time, I thought that was the dream. But looking back now, I don’t actually think it was, I think it was the season I needed.

It gave me the chance to use my voice. To experience it. To know what it felt like to stand on those stages I’d imagined for years, and then, when it no longer felt aligned, to let it go.

We assume every dream has to become our forever. But sometimes a dream is just a bridge to the next version of you. A signpost in the road, a little nudge saying ‘this way’. We get to follow it, and then let the next stepping stone be revealed.

I think so many of us get caught up in, ‘If I make a choice, if I make a decision now, this has to be forever’. But says who? We’re so scared of letting go because we don’t trust that there is something even better on the other side. Releasing something good for the chance of something great is a risk many aren’t brave enough to take. And yet, what if the real risk is in never finding out what was on the other side of that fear, of that decision, of that bravery?

I don’t know what’s around the corner. Right now I’m in a season of exploring every path signposted. We’ve got the 9 luxury villas that we’re helping build in Dahab. We’ve got the Young Entrepreneurs Academy that I’m launching in September. We are also exploring a crystal jungle shop idea here in El Gouna. All along with my podcast, my coaching, home educating my youngest daughter and generally living life!

We have so many things floating around, I absolutely know full well not all of them will ‘work’. And yet, I don’t feel any pressure. I feel excitement.

The result isn’t always what we want, but it will always be exactly what we need. The fun is in allowing ourselves to become the person brave enough to explore the path in the first place - and asking yourself - ‘Does she eat Cocoa Pops?’

Clare

xxx

Only once in my life had I explored them properly before - this was to be the very first time I had an encounter with another Woman.

It was my 31st birthday. I had recently left a 15yr abusive relationship and was ready to have some fun and unlock a part of me that I have been suppressing for so long.

The irony is, that night was not planned at all. I had actually met a guy earlier that day in the park, and even though I wasn’t looking for anything serious, he asked me if I wanted to go on a date. I replied ‘well it’s my birthday, so if you wanna take me out tonight then sure’.

The long story short is he stood me up. ‘I’m sick of men’, I thought. And as I held back the tears I told myself ‘I refuse to have yet another birthday where I am sad and crying and alone’.

So I decided I was going to do something crazy. Something I’d only ever fantasised about before. I was going to take myself into Soho, London, and I was going to sleep with a Woman.

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Something is awakened in them, and they realise that wasn’t the only way - and it’s not too late to change it, and they still can create the life that they truly desire.

Right now I’m thinking about my own husband. When we met he had dabbled in entrepreneurship before, been burnt and really accepted the fact that his life was now in the corporate world. And then I come along, and turned his world upside down. With my life of freedom, liberation and autonomy, while he was trapped, caged like a hen - unable to even spend family time with us because someone told him he had to work.

And whilst I know this is the path that many choose, and I’m not saying it’s right or wrong, I’m merely saying it’s not the only way, and it’s definitely not the most fulfilling way.

As I’m writing this, I’m sat on a bench outside the German bakery in downtown El Gouna, stroking a kitten my daughter comes and feeds and plays with every day, enjoying the sun before it becomes too unbearable and we have to hide in our Aircon apartment from the heat of a random Tuesday.

And I’m all too aware that my daughter sees the freedom we have, the choices we have the independence we have. The ability to do the things we want to do, when we want to do them, without having to answer to anybody else. And over the last couple of weeks I’ve noticed my husband becoming more and more curious about the possibilities for him, as well and the opportunities that we can build together.

It started with helping his Uncle with his property development company - building 9 luxury villas in the town of Dahab where he grew up. This is a longer-term thing, but it started to re-open his eyes to possibility. And then something happened a few days ago that really sparked something in him. We were talking on the sofa of our apartment overlooking the Crystal Lagoon, I don’t even know the conversation that we were having, but I mentioned something… A flippant comment about gardening that arose something in him - and he was like ‘ You know, I would really love my own gardening business one day’. I looked straight into his eyes and I replied ‘so what is stopping you?’

He stared back at me and took a few breaths before he replied, as though his heart was fighting his mind for the response. He gently said ‘You know, I really would love that’. I could feel his words giving so much more away than that spoken. His voice revealed the deeper story of ‘this isn’t meant for me’. Feeling tired, feeling scared, that feeling of ‘I wish’, but not yet seeing the path of how it could be possible.

And I know that feeling all too well. I see it in my clients all the time, but I’ve also lived with that feeling myself. Of waiting, wanting, hoping someone, somewhere, will just show you the way. Just give you a chance, will unlock the door that you cannot seem to figure out. And yet the truth is, we all have the key inside of us. Yes of course there are shortcuts. We can work with mentors and coaches and masterminds - and collapse the time in which it takes for it to happen. But ultimately, we are the ones who have to lead ourselves through that door. No sooner had the words left his mouth, I looked at him, softly placing my arm on his shoulder, and I said ‘Babe, I’m serious, what’s stopping you?’

That comment, one I made so flippantly, because that’s who I am and that’s how I see the world - if you want something go and get it make it happen, his World began to unlock.

It stuck with him for the following days, and slowly, day by day, I saw the fire in him awaken. The passion of possibility, the pleasure of possibility, the potential of possibility. His eyes lit up in a way I hadn’t seen before, as if something turned off for so long had suddenly been switched back on for the first time. His face became lighter. His energy shifted - and I could feel the excitement within him. Sure there was fear, his past lessons as we all have had, his pride concerned what others would think leaving a prestigious role for a life of uncertainty. But that’s one of the benefits of having a Wife as a coach, I was able to help him work through those beliefs and lean into the desire, the truth of what he really wants, not the path he thought he had to follow.

Day by day, his curiosity increased. The following day a comment, ‘You know I’m still really thinking about what you said’. Another day passes, ‘You know, I really don’t want to go back to work’. Another day passes, ‘I spoke to my friend, he’s also starting a business, maybe we should meet him and have a chat?’. Another day passes, ‘Babe, do you think we could really do this?’ And now, just a week or so after that initial sofa conversation, we’re looking at opening not just a plant shop but a sanctuary of sorts.

As he explained his idea to me, of indoor plants, of sharing his passion for bonsai trees, of his artistry in macrame, his love for recycling and up-cycling, and the natural world - the boho theme that he loves so much. I could see the vision so clearly. What started as a gardening business, or a plant shop, became more of a destination. More of an experience, more of a immersion - a place where people not only come to buy a plant, but they come to experience the Tranquility of a Sanctuary. To come for peace and calm away from the blazing heat of the Egypt sun, away from the chaos of Cairo, away from the noise in their heads. A space to come back to nature, come back to themselves, to step inside the luxury of botanical living. And this is the concept now being evolved.

a possible shop front location…

As our ideas and dreams merged, we realised that together we could create something truly magical.

A space surrounded by beautiful indoor plants, which is his passion and what he knows so much about. A coffee corner, where I can serve Matcha and English breakfast tea (something I find so hard to find here in Egypt!). I can bring in my Crystals and Oracle cards, and we can even have an animal corner where Tilly can look after the local cats. A place where people want to go to feel calm, to relax, to reset to find sanctuary - and then being able to bring that into their own homes… That feels like a dream worth pursuing to me.

However, with my typical Coaching brain, 3/6 generator human design and double virgo tendancies - I couldn’t leave it there. The bigger opportunities, the bigger possibilities, of not only his skill set - but of the gap in this market were jumping out at me. I was like a kid with a secret unable to ontain it any longer.

The growth that I could see was too exciting to keep inside. Maybe it would be too much for some people, but hey, that’s who I am (and who he married lol). Because opening a shop or a space is one thing, but building a business that builds generational wealth, that doesn’t take up all of your time, that is not reliant just on you - that takes much more than one shop or one idea.

And so in my excitement, I couldn’t resist but say ‘And you know, you could also offer this as a consultancy service. You could work with private developers here, with people who don’t know how to manage their gardens, with property developers who want to have the beautiful landscaping but at the moment are doing it wrong (and we can see it everywhere here, he can see it everywhere). Showing them how they can save water, showing them how they can use sea water in some cases, showing them how to bring the vibe of a place and have it flowing like a river into the garden. Not having all this mismatched stuff’.

For me I see that as an even more exciting business opportunity. As I shared it with him, I could see that he was a little bit like ‘okay slow down you know, let’s not get ahead of ourselves’. But me being me, I can’t help but see the huge vision, the huge possibility of seeing not only the quickest and easiest path - but also the best ROI. Because at the end of the day, business has to generate money or it’s just a hobby. This is where my own inner fire lights up. When I see someone else see the potential opportunity to possibility, and not run away from it but run towards it, that for me is one of the best feelings that I can have. That’s why I love the work that I do, helping people achieve - and not just in business, but in every aspect of their life.

I live a big life because I walk the walk. I don’t get every move right. I don’t know every answer, but I know that I have more courage than most to try anyway. And that’s the part most people are missing. The fear of losing what we currently have to risk something that we’ve never tasted before. Or, like in the case of my husband, of trying again to achieve something that we had before, but then lost - which can feel even harder because we know how much it hurt to lose that thing in the first place.

But as the saying goes, nothing ventured, nothing gained. If we’re too scared to try then we’ll always wonder ‘what if ‘, and I know for me - I don’t have any regrets in my life. That doesn’t mean I haven’t made mistakes. Of course I have - I’m human. It doesn’t mean I don’t wish something didn’t pan out a different way, but I don’t regret anything. I take the lessons I learned from them, I grow from them, and I leave the rest behind. If it’s one thing that I want to achieve in my life, it’s continuing to have no regrets - of knowing that I never stood in my own way, that I did everything I could to live the life I truly want to live.

And that’s the lesson I want my daughters to have, my clients, and of course my family and those people around me. Freedom is only found in the places that feel the scariest to explore - and so often that’s the inner depth of ourselves, of our own souls, of answering the questions we’re too scared to ask in the first place.

‘What is stopping you?’. Such simple words on the surface, but dig a little deeper and their resistance will start to show you the answers. We don’t want to admit the narrative that we are following without even knowing. That narrative right there, that story right there, that belief right there - that’s the Author of our stories, and so often it’s writing a script that we actually don’t even want.

So with that all being said, we’ve sent the business proposal to the people that need to approve it here, in order for us to follow this, and we’re waiting to hear back. He’s taken the action, and I’m so proud that, regardless of what outcome happens, with this he now knows that he can do this. That he does have the courage, he does have the opportunity, and he has the support to follow it through. The past does not always dictate the future, just because lessons have been learnt before, outcomes didn’t pan out the way we wanted, it doesn’t mean that that’s what will happen this time around. The more we remember that, we take back the pen and the Authorship of the story we actually want to write - in the greatest story there could ever be - your life.

I truly truly hope that, if nothing else but for his happiness and his own sense of freedom and autonomy, that this gets approved. We are blessed to be in a season where we don’t need to do this for the money - we have money coming in from the businesses that I’ve built over the years, and this gets to be something that we build right. Something that we build from passion, something that we build as a family, and something that we’re all excited about bringing to life - and seeing him switch in the course of just a couple of weeks to this new sense of invigoration for life, has been truly humbling but also really heartwarming.

Seeing it with your clients is one thing, but seeing it with someone you love, your own family, is a completely different thing -and so we continue to explore. We continue to expand. We continue to embark on this new path that we’re walking together, and I’m excited to see where this is going to take us.

And for those of you reading and maybe can’t see the new path yet - you’ve been burnt too many times before are scared of getting back in the pool, who know deep down that you’re not living the life you truly desire - I urge you to lean into my journey, my story the things that I share and realise that it’s all possible - sometimes you just need someone in your corner to help you make it happen…

and also - dont worry - he gave me his full permission to share this article before I hit publish lol

Didn’t stay married to that abusive man,

didn’t go to college or get a fancy degree,

didn’t follow the crowd and loose all of me

Rules were not made for me to follow

‘Normal’ was not a pill I could swallow

Always knowing I was meant for more

Someone to be, Something so much more

Sure the path hasn’t been all smooth sailing

many lessons I’ve had, many mistakes I’m sure still in the making

But the thing I love most about my life

it’s not money or titles or even a sense of pride

it’s something much more simple - and yet so hard for most to truly achieve…

Its the freedom I have in being all of me

Making the moves most people won’t

Digging into the courage when there’s nowhere left to go

Doing the crazy things which make people think I’m mad

Those are the things which give me the freedom I have

So, no, I didn’t follow the normal path

normal was never meant for me,

I was destined to roam far

As I sip my tea looking over the Crystal Lagoon

I wonder where this next season will take me

The adventure is in the unknown

Many new ventures I’m building,

a new life here too

With one hope from sharing this journey,

that it also brings freedom for you

Love Clare

Xxx

From tears to wipe and words to speak

We are there at the beginning

Seeing it all

Our souls work is to help you live a life that makes your heart full

We guide

We hold

We cry in the dark

hoping our lessons are enough to take you far

But the thing with being a mum

Is it’s not just to you

It’s to those who surround us

We look after them too

It’s in our nature

Our mothering care

We can’t help but want the best for everyone who’s life in which we share

It doesn’t matter who you are or what you do

What matters is that you’re creating the life you always dreamt is yours to be true

Don’t listen to naysayers - they matter not

Only listen to those whose dreams have already been got

Those are the ones who will lift you high

Show you what’s possible with their years gone by

If they have done it - you can too

And know that your mother will always be there holding the vision for you

Whilst you dream

Whilst you manifest

She will be the one to guard your chest

To shit out the dark and protect your soul

Your mother is the one who’s strength you hold

So hold it still

Hold it strong

And know no matter what life may throw, she is the one you can always depend upon

Your dreams are hers

She lives through you

So make her proud

And follow them through

Love

Mum

Xxx

I don’t know what to do,

No matter what I do I know I’m loosing you.

you’re heart is yearning to be loved,

Unable to see what that really means,

Your mind confused with all the schemes.

The hurt and pain,

it gives you a thrill,

Something to at least make yourself feel.

My eyes hurt from all the tears,

Thoughts running through my head of my very worst fears.

The worry is all consuming,

Can barely function and keep myself moving.

Yet your little sister needs me to be strong,

Giving up is not a choice I can own.

I’d give anything to have you near,

Back home safe, away from fear.

but the truth is fear eats you alive,

What if you really are unworthy of life?

My darling that is so far from the truth,

You deserve the world,

and it deserves you.

The real you beneath all the pain,

The girl I once knew who held no shame.

She is still there if you look deep,

Find her I beg - and ask her to speak.

Listen to her words,

Feel her heart,

Don’t let her world be torn apart.

You are still that girl who runs to my arms,

So young and nieve with every chance,

Every chance to change her life,

To forge that path which is your right.

Not the one which was forced upon,

But the one which feels less uncomfy to roam.

Pain is your comfort,

Self love nowhere to be seen,

I’m praying for the little girl to be let back in.

Love

Mum

Xxx

My eyes are dry

No more tears left to cry

I tried - I failed

Obvious to see now, it’s true

What else is there even left to do?

My body aches

My mind won’t stop

How can anyone be so detached

To see what is in front of them and look right past

What makes it worse it is through choice

Knowing the facts and ignoring the voice

The voice that says she needs your help

Your daughter is looking for her father to care

To be the one who saves her

Who takes her away from there

Come you do

But choose to stay

Blind and ignorant to the games at play

In Fact what’s worse

You play them too

Your daughter a toy

Your ex wife someone to use

I can’t believe I gave you more credit

Knowing your past but hoping there was a slithering of conscience

To see past the mist and choose your blood

To save her from the path you have walked

Sadly it didn’t happen

How you sat in the same room I can not fathom

A wretched smile

A wolf in sheep’s clothing

Hurting your daughter

How does that not make your ache

I will never understand the choice you made

Now she thinks this is what love is

Men treat women with their fists

If she fights back

Well she’s just as bad

Heaven forgive me for making you her dad

Love,

Mum

Xxx

it’s time to be free,

to stop the chase,

but what about loosing face?

I’ve tried so hard, built for so long,

had more deaths and rebirths than I can even fathom.

The weight is heavy, the vision so far,

maybe it’s time to stop and park.

Not forever, but for a rest,

maybe that’s where it all comes abreast?

Somehting’s been missing - maybe it’s this,

the art I’ve been to scared to witness.

My words are heavy - they aren’t full of light,

but they are important and powerful with true insight.

There is no acting here, no words from AI,

this is all me - no more tears left to cry.

So where do we go from this point I ask?

Do I burn it all down and risk loosing the vast?

The vastness I’ve built, the growth I’ve pursued,

what was the point if I only stand to loose?

But then, I must ask,

should I still try?

What if I’m only left with more tears yet to cry?

This is the point, the fork in the road,

only our soul can tell us which way to go.

There is no loss or wrong place to turn,

only dreams we once had and egos to burn.

So what do we do,

the role models we are?

Still waiting for the answer from the voice set afar,

Love,

Mum

xxx

The words they outpour,

nearly as fast as your wit.

You put on a show to avoid all the riff,

the kickback, the drama, the feelings you would need to accept,

its far easier to pretend you have never wept.

I see your bravado, I raise you by ten,

your act is not new, I was too one of them.

You don’t want to hear it, the words of a mum,

if only wisdom wasn’t so lost on the young.

We all know that feeling - we want to make our own mistakes,

if only yours wasn’t so dangerous, thinking of it makes my heart ache.

Your beauty is lost on those who can’t see the light,

your brains are wasted when they are kept in the night.

Your heart longs to be loved, to be seen, to be true,

what you need to learn is that can only come from you.

No one can fill it, the void you feel inside,

Not ego, not anger, not even pride.

Such a pure soul, but this anger eats you alive.

It fills you with rage, like red cloth to a bull,

anything to destroy, or even better to kill.

To kill the thoughts you try to hide,

if only more drugs would make them subside.

The masking won’t help,

it leads only one way,

and that is not a path I want you to take.

Please stay on the track, follow the light,

listen to your soul, it is trying to keep you alive.

Your voice is softer now, you’re loosing your spark,

I wish you were still only afraid of the dark.

Love,

Mum

xxx

And what I’m about to share is exactly Why leadership needs a mental health revolution

We all know leadership can feel lonely as hell sometimes.

We’re told to share and be vulnerable, but then when we actually do, suddenly it’s too much, unprofessional, or weak.

So instead, leaders end up performing leadership.

We paint a pretty picture. We post the wins. We keep the armour on.

We show just enough of the cracks to look relatable - but not enough to actually be real.

And the truth? That performance breaks us.

I know, because I lived it.

I built entire businesses from performance.

I spiraled in silence thinking ‘how can I hold others when I can’t even hold myself?’

And every time, it came back to the same answer: my voice.

My voice has always been my superpower.

The thing that made me ‘too much’ as a kid.

The thing I tried to tone down in jobs and relationships.

The thing I now know is the ONE thing that can’t be duplicated, copied, or AI’d.

But using it raw, unpolished, unperformed, unapologetic, is perhaps the scariest thing you’ll ever do.

Because when people throw stones, it hurts.

Because when they criticise your voice, it feels personal.

And yet… it’s also the most powerful, liberating, and profitable thing you’ll ever own.

Here’s the poem that poured out of me today…

We have a mental health crisis on our hands,

It’s time we all make a stance.

We are told to share & not to hide,

But as leaders the rules seem to not apply.

Share too much - it makes you weak,

At least that’s what we’re made to believe.

Hide the lows - that’s success,

At any cost, that is the test.

Will you pass with flying colours,

Will you keep the mask which helps you cover?

Cover all your fears and doubts,

Cover over the cracks,

don’t dare let them slip out.

Or will you choose to speak your truth,

To remove the curtain, to show the rouge?

Liberate your voice despite what others may say,

Let it flow, what your soul wants to say.

In any season, in any chapter,

Release from the fear and let your voice rapture.

Let go of the thoughts this will lose you face,

Stand for the truth, and let that be your grace.

Leaders are struggling with nowhere to turn,

Scared of being cancelled for the thoughts they might show.

The ego, the shame - no more than lies.

Sharing your RAW voice is how we ALL rise.’

Love

Clare

Xxx

This isn’t just about business anymore.

This is about us, as humans, as leaders, as women who are tired of being the strong one all the time.

It’s about finally having a space where you can exhale, take the armour off, and be held too.

That’s what I’m creating right now with:

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This isn’t about me being on a pedestal.

It’s about us, together, building a movement where leaders don’t have to choose between being inspiring and being human.

Because the truth is, your raw voice is the impact.

So the question is: where do you want to begin?

Come exhale with us in the Sacred Sisterhood.

Or step into the room in Austin.

Either way, it’s time to stop performing leadership.

It’s time to live it, real & raw 🥰

Love

Mum

Xxx

This world is hard to explain to such an innocent mind

Your heart is so pure, it feels so deep

It hurts me to know this life will make you weep

Relationships are so complex

Emotions so hard to undress

If only it could all be just horse riding

That’s the life I know you’re praying to strive in

Being a girl can be confusing

Sometimes out minds are all consuming

But know this my little one

Your light is brighter than the sun

Even if they don’t see it

Don’t let them ever dim it

You are to be bright

To share your beautiful love and sight

How you see the world is to be admired

It’s just not the norm yet - that’s yet to transpire

In the meantime my gorgeous girl

Keep being you

That’s the way your soul is here to help

love,

Mum

Xxx

It feels like I’m about to break.

I don’t even know if you’re alive,

My kind is wondering every night.

The tears they flow faster than the sea,

I wish you were here to comfort me.

Are you safe?

Are you hurt?

Are you trapped with no one to help?

My greatest fear has come true,

You’re thousands of miles away and I feel helpless to help you.

I pray you made it out,

That you’re at peace and resting now.

Nice and warm in a friends bed,

Finally able to rest your head.

Away from all the fear and pain,

I hope you never have to experience that again.

You think I’m overbearing, I know it’s true,

But all I want to do is my best to protect you.

I’ll do my best to give you space,

It just breaks my heart to see you repeat my mistakes.

So until you are ready to come back home,

Know I’ll never ever let you go

Love,

Mum

I remember the feeling all too well,

what it was like living through hell.

Zero self-worth, no self-esteem,

all I wanted was for someone to hear me scream.

But the scream was not there, my voice had gone mute,

All I ever wanted was the love to be true.

To be chosen, to be seen, to be cherished as he had been,

that was not my path, not my story to share,

instead mine had breakages and cracks to bare.

No silver lining, no reason why,

just a belief that everything happens for us to fly.

I will not be a victim, this i know as truth,

My strength is unbeaten, i wish the same for you.

But where you are now it feels hard to see,

how can there be light at the end of this misery?

There can, I promise - you just have to believe,

you have to choose yourself and fight to be free.

The path is now yours, I walked mine alone,

I will hold your hand forever and try to guide you to come home.

I can not make the choice, nor the action to take,

I only hope you see this is not your fate.

For now I depart, my eyes start to well,

No longer do you have to live in hell.

Love,

Mum

xxx

All alone

With no support other than your phone

It breaks my heart to hear you cry

What’s worse is not really knowing why

Why you choose to stay and take the pain

This pattern is repeating again

I took to long to find the courage to leave

And now you go on to history repeat

I know it’s hard to choose yourself

To admit defeat of trying to fix someone else

But that is their path, not yours to follow

let them choose their own pain - not your sorrow

Take back control

I know you’re strong

It’s time to let go and prepare to move on

Love doesn’t have to hurt

I know you think thats what it is

because that’s what you saw as a kid

For that I’ll be eternally sad

To know I dealt you a bad hand

But please just know that once you’re out

The fog will start to clear and you’ll feel proud

You’ll learn again to love yourself

To know your worth and find your wealth

You’re life is precious

I hope you see

We don’t want to loose you

It’s time to be free

Love,

Mum

Xxx

I sit by myself.

No one to hear,

No one to help.

Yet surrounded by people who call you their friend,

When did it become normal to feel numb again?

The sister wounds they run so deep,

No matter where you go or who you meet.

The mirror reflects,

The patterns repeat.

To be accepted,

To be held,

For once to be truly held.

The masks are many,

The faces too,

The one you see?

Is the special one for you.

These wounds run deep through us all,

Women pulling us down - we feel the sorrow.

But what if we could lay to rest,

What once was a stake through the chest?

No more burning, no more fire,

Only sisterhood for each of us to aspire.

To be accepted for who we are,

For our hearts to feel filled even from afar.

No bitter words,

No tears of sorrow.

Just a brighter dawn for the future generations to follow.

Love,

Mum

Xxx

They have got you questioning the frequency you are on.

Deep down you have always known your worth,

remember it doesn’t have to hurt.

To share your gifts

To shine your light,

What others don’t see is your inner fight.

Deep down you feel it to be true,

Your vision has always been meant for you.

Your only task now is to stop the noise,

To let go of that niggling inner voice,

Listen to the silence

Let it speak,

Your words are you power

If you only let them be.

Trust yourself - you have what it takes

You are and always have been the one to bring this space.

So where from here I hear you ask,

If only there were a looking glass.

My love, that is the point,

To go inward - not to disjoint.

Don’t doubt your art, it can’t be wrong,

For now hold that torch and shine it strong.

This is what others will see,

Your permission ‘if her, then why not me’

And this right here it is the power,

To change others lives with your magical shower.

Love,

Mum

Xxx

It makes me feel so very blessed

I know I’m not always present,

Find it hard to be a single parent.

But no matter how hard it may be,

I promise, you can always rely on me.

You are my world, my everything,

I wish I could give you a glimpse within.

To see how heavy it can be

To carry not only you, but me.

My heart can be heavy, my soul grown weak,

Words I would not usually dare to speak.

I don’t show the pain,

Too much shame,

If only there were something to gain.

But no matter how hard it gets,

I will always continue to do my best,

To follow my dreams and build you a life,

One that you will not ever have to hide.

I know you find it frustrating,

Seeing mummy say ‘one day baby’

All I can do is continue to try,

To follow my heart and show you I’ll fly.

Please don’t doubt my intent is strong,

I’ve come this far, tried for so long.

Sometimes I fear I’ll fall through the cracks,

Never quite make it - never fly that mast.

I want more that anything to show you it’s true,

That dreams can become reality too.

I’ll keep trying baby, I’ll never give up because you deserve everything your childhood messed up

Love,

Mum

Xxx

Show out

All you have to do is scream and shout.

Be heard

Be seen

To be adored is the win

Ego they say?

Not with this star sign

I’m too woke for that,

Killed it off the last timeline .

Churn it out

Elevate your soul

Never ever loose control.

Keep your throne

Stay up high

If the crown weighs too much

Well, just lie.

Keep your smile

Hold your tongue,

The show must always continue to go on.

The moment you stop is the risk you take,

That would be a bed you made.

So if you want the money,

You want the success,

Remember you must always

Create to impress…