Maintaining the Magic


What a morning. And as I write – it’s only 9:31a.m.

Yesterday Ellen lost one of her top front teeth. Her top left to be specific.

Some background to what’s to follow: When Ellen lost her first tooth last year, she kept talking about her friend from school who had lost a tooth and had been given a glass swan by the tooth fairy. We gave her a super sparkly necklace which she was pleased with but I could tell she was expecting something else.

When she lost the second tooth, Uncle Nick cut out a tiny swan from paper and we placed it under her pillow with a coin (£1 for the record). That was a bit of a mystery to her but she was pleased with the visit none the less.

At Christmas, we went on a family day out to Alum Bay Glass here on the Isle of Wight. Lo and behold, there was a glass swan on the shelf. We bought it sure that we’d be able to deliver it in the middle of the night to a pillow near us very soon.

5 months later…

The tooth that has been wobbling for a ridiculous amount of time finally made it’s grand exit. I set reminders to place the swan under the pillow and was keeping everything crossed that it was still in one piece inside all of that packaging following our recent house move.

This morning – 6am and bright as a button, Ellen came through to my room. I asked if anyone had been and she said that she hadn’t looked yet as she wanted me to come through with her. We retrieved the package and opened it in my room. She was thrilled.

Finally. The tooth fairy had delivered.

So pleased with it was she, that (despite my telling her repeatedly it wasn’t a toy and that she should put it on a shelf somewhere special) she carried it down to breakfast. Carefully wrapped back in its tissue paper she laid it out on the breakfast table to admire over her cereal.

Next stop was the hallway. Again, carefully wrapped and carried through…. and then… :(




Hers (and mine).

The magical gift from afar had slipped from it’s wrapping onto a tiled flooring and the head was in an opposite corner to the beautiful body.

I can’t describe this feeling. Ellen was devastated. It hadn’t even lasted a full hour.

I felt silly for getting tearful – but I just felt so terrible for her. She truly believes in the magic and this morning she felt like the magic had been broken.

Panic stations

Immediately I wanted to fix this for her. I sat at the dining table while she went to her room to collect herself. And I cried for her.

I messaged my gorgeous friend in Hawaii and imparted my despair. She quickly delivered a suggestion of maybe something in the post that could replace the broken swan in a less risky fashion:


Perfect. Agreed?

This swan will be safely tucked away behind glass and on the wall.

Ellen wrote a letter to the tooth fairy before school and all balance seemed to be restored.


The magic

So, I’m writing a letter to replace Ellen’s letter with tonight from the tooth fairy herself.

It feels like a huge responsibility and moral dilemma right now.

  • Do I replace the swan and make out the fairies are real and watching?
  • Does that teach her that she doesn’t need to look after her things?
  • Does giving her the picture a week later make a bigger deal out of this than necessary?

This has felt like a process and then some this morning and I’m exhausted. The silver lining is that it has finally kick started me to write on my personal blog again.

All is not lost.


My Inspiration List

So I’m going through an EPIC shift in my business right now. Like, seriously… Right this minute.

I’ve been on the fence about making a serious investment in myself and my business in the form of working 1:1 with Kendrick Shope as my coach for the next year.

I wasn’t on the fence because I didn’t know if there was going to be return on my investment. I was on the fence because I had no idea how the heck I would afford it every month.

I’ve been doing a lot of work on my money mindset thanks to discovering the amazing Denise Duffield Thomas. I’ve got my head around the fact that as a self employed person, I have unlimited earning potential and can manifest almost any amount of money that I need.

I wanted to write about this now because there is a video right back at the beginning of this blog where I was taking the leap to sign up to Marie Forleo‘s B School. At that point in time, a $2,000 investment when I was earning ZERO was terrifying. The relevance here is that even though the investment I’ve been considering this week is crazy realms of light years beyond the $2,000 I somehow scraped together to enrol in B School over 18 months ago – it’s the exact same process.

Can I step into this?

Am I good/big/brave/serious/ready enough to do this?

This week has been a learning experience all of its own. I’ve been here, there and back again and worried about it way more than I even had energy for. “There’s one slot left!” Arghhhh! When I saw that message and the people in my various social groups all discussing the idea of applying I was all like “Hands off – that’s MY spot!”.

I resorted to my usual technique of asking everyone’s opinion and then making my own mind up regardless.

What really sold me? The communication that I had with Kendrick was flawless. I did her Sales School this year (well, I enrolled and have only listened to the first few lessons so far – but I have heard enough to know…) and the emails that I received from her in response to my questions, panic and self-doubt were an inspiration. They followed the exact ‘recipe’ that she was teaching us in Sales School. I ‘knew’ I was being sold to. And I loved it.


Because it was authentic.

Just that email exchange alone has made me grow and reflect. Imagine what 11 months of 1:1 is going to do for me and my business brain?

I was just listening in to the final live call of Sales School. Marsha Shandur of Yes Yes Marsha was talking about effective emails and again, I was just so struck by how many smart women I know right now. I’m surrounded by genius. What’s more – it’s funny genius! That’s the best kind.

Kendrick was hosting the call and I realised that I’ve bought into her good and proper. I love her southern accent, her sense of humour and her straight talk. It really, really works.

Honestly? I want me some of that. I want the buddy factor. I want to hang out with Marsha and gush together about how awesome Kendrick is. I want to be up to date with everything that Kendrick teaches, absorb her wisdom and give it my own spin. Today when her last email said to reach out if I had any more Q’s – I replied saying that I had a burning one…. WHERE COULD I SIGN UP?

I can’t freaking WAIT to see what this next crazy leap is going to do for me.

The first incredible thing to happen?

I just wrote a blog post. Woahhhh.

My Strengths

Many years of research conducted by The Gallup Organization suggest that the most effective people are those who understand their strengths and behaviors. These people are best able to develop strategies to meet and exceed the demands of their daily lives, their careers, and their families.

A review of the knowledge and skills you have acquired can provide a basic sense of your abilities, but an awareness and understanding of your natural talents will provide true insight into the core reasons behind your consistent successes.

Your Signature Themes report presents your five most dominant themes of talent, in the rank order revealed by your responses to StrengthsFinder. Of the 34 themes measured, these are your “top five.”

Your Signature Themes are very important in maximizing the talents that lead to your successes. By focusing on your Signature Themes, separately and in combination, you can identify your talents, build them into strengths, and enjoy personal and career success through consistent, near-perfect performance.


“Wouldn’t it be great if . . .” You are the kind of person who loves to peer over the horizon. The future fascinates you. As if it were projected on the wall, you see in detail what the future might hold, and this detailed picture keeps pulling you forward, into tomorrow. While the exact content of the picture will depend on your other strengths and interests—a better product, a better team, a better life, or a better world—it will always be inspirational to you. You are a dreamer who sees visions of what could be and who cherishes those visions. When the present proves too frustrating and the people around you too pragmatic, you conjure up your visions of the future and they energize you. They can energize others, too. In fact, very often people look to you to describe your visions of the future. They want a picture that can raise their sights and thereby their spirits. You can paint it for them. Practice. Choose your words carefully. Make the picture as vivid as possible. People will want to latch on to the hope you bring.


You are fascinated by ideas. What is an idea? An idea is a concept, the best explanation of the most events. You are delighted when you discover beneath the complex surface an elegantly simple concept to explain why things are the way they are. An idea is a connection. Yours is the kind of mind that is always looking for connections, and so you are intrigued when seemingly disparate phenomena can be linked by an obscure connection. An idea is a new perspective on familiar challenges. You revel in taking the world we all know and turning it around so we can view it from a strange but strangely enlightening angle. You love all these ideas because they are profound, because they are novel, because they are clarifying, because they are contrary, because they are bizarre. For all these reasons you derive a jolt of energy whenever a new idea occurs to you. Others may label you creative or original or conceptual or even smart. Perhaps you are all of these. Who can be sure? What you are sure of is that ideas are thrilling. And on most days this is enough.


You are generous with praise, quick to smile, and always on the lookout for the positive in the situation. Some call you lighthearted. Others just wish that their glass were as full as yours seems to be. But either way, people want to be around you. Their world looks better around you because your enthusiasm is contagious. Lacking your energy and optimism, some find their world drab with repetition or, worse, heavy with pressure. You seem to find a way to lighten their spirit. You inject drama into every project. You celebrate every achievement. You find ways to make everything more exciting and more vital. Some cynics may reject your energy, but you are rarely dragged down. Your Positivity won’t allow it. Somehow you can’t quite escape your conviction that it is good to be alive, that work can be fun, and that no matter what the setbacks, one must never lose one’s sense of humor.


You like to explain, to describe, to host, to speak in public, and to write. This is your Communication theme at work. Ideas are a dry beginning. Events are static. You feel a need to bring them to life, to energize them, to make them exciting and vivid. And so you turn events into stories and practice telling them. You take the dry idea and enliven it with images and examples and metaphors. You believe that most people have a very short attention span. They are bombarded by information, but very little of it survives. You want your information—whether an idea, an event, a product’s features and benefits, a discovery, or a lesson—to survive. You want to divert their attention toward you and then capture it, lock it in. This is what drives your hunt for the perfect phrase. This is what draws you toward dramatic words and powerful word combinations. This is why people like to listen to you. Your word pictures pique their interest, sharpen their world, and inspire them to act.


You live in the moment. You don’t see the future as a fixed destination. Instead, you see it as a place that you create out of the choices that you make right now. And so you discover your future one choice at a time. This doesn’t mean that you don’t have plans. You probably do. But this theme of Adaptability does enable you to respond willingly to the demands of the moment even if they pull you away from your plans. Unlike some, you don’t resent sudden requests or unforeseen detours. You expect them. They are inevitable. Indeed, on some level you actually look forward to them. You are, at heart, a very flexible person who can stay productive when the demands of work are pulling you in many different directions at once.

Happy breeds Happy

I’m pretty much loving this revelation right now.

I recently read Denise Duffield Thomas’ book, Lucky Bitch. The book details her experience of manifesting an all expenses paid trip around the world for six months. While I’m not particularly interested in upping sticks right now – I was inspired.

I’ve always believed that what’s meant for you will find you.

I now also believe that happy breeds more happy. Love breeds more love; and money? Yep. It breeds more money. I feel like a magnet for all that is good in the world right now. I am brimming with feel good factor and am able to see the positive in everything.

It’s not too far from my mind that I know how it feels to be on the opposite end of the scale. Life can feel pretty overwhelming at times and I’m realising that when you feel low/sad/broke – it only take one small change to start an upward spiral.

Be open to the one small change in your life and who knows what can happen.

I’m ready for the next step.



Gah, I hate my husband being in transit.

We live between two countries right now. Two countries that couldn’t be further from each other.

Yesterday was airport drop off day ahead of his flight to New Zealand and no matter how many times we do this it doesn’t get any easier. The hardest part though, is most definitely the time when he’s in transit.

Being in transit means being incommunicado. Which sucks.

Not much else to say on the matter really but Chris is currently bound for Brisbane and I’m sat here counting down the hours until we can talk again. You’d think I could be pretty productive in this time to myself – but the opposite is true. I can’t concentrate, can’t hold on to any train of thought at all. It’s like I’m in transition myself.

Ten weeks until he’s back again. Not that I’m counting.