Guy and I left the penthouse in Maroochydore.
It was fun while it lasted, but we both realised we didn't like apartment living—no matter how spectacular the view was. We need to be grounded. It's ironic, considering our wandering spirits.
We sold our Nambour property with the house, granny flat, organic orchard and vegie patch we loved. It didn’t feel quite like “home” either.
And then… we found a cute little cottage close to the beach that screamed:
“You are home.” Even though you can’t swing a cat in it. (Not that you would want to swing a cat.)
A Whirlwind Six Months
It’s been a blur, and somehow, we’re already halfway through the year.
Time is a funny thing—A split second and an eternity all at once.
Our kids are with us, and I’m glad. They’ve had their adventures and done their own thing, but we all actually enjoy hanging out together.
I love my family so much. My kids are AMAZING human beings. I love the people they are: Strong. Intelligent. Kind. Compassionate. Funny. Just beautiful people.
A Big Shift
Guy and I felt like we needed a change. A break from what we’d been doing.
Call us crazy—leaving a penthouse (with tax advantages!) and living off savings to do a renovation three hours north. Yep, our accountant thinks we’re mad.
But it was all meant to be.
The little beach shack at Elliott Heads already had an offer on it. But after just five minutes of viewing, I put in another. It’s definitely the worst house on the street…
But it’s a street back from the beach.
I’d never been to Elliott Heads before.
A sleepy coastal town with almost nothing in it.
Well… it has a café, and the Bowls Club is two doors down from our shack.
Pretty cool.
Pretty dangerous.
Not Time Out — Just Time
I don’t think we’re crazy.
We’ve worked bloody hard to set ourselves up for this. I can’t even call it “time out.”
It’s more like time to work on our dreams:
- To be in good health
- To work on our businesses
- To support our loved ones
- To do what we love
- To give back however we can
There’s a simplicity in that—a coming back to what matters.
What Do I Really Want?
Sometimes it’s hard to know what you really want.
But when someone you love is told by oncologists that she may have a year but not ten…
That’s a death sentence, isn’t it?
That’s finite.
We all have finite time in this body, on this planet.
But as my loved one said:
“Not knowing when you’re going to die is sacred.”
I agree.
But does knowing change things?
Absolutely.
Everything shifts.
Priorities. Emotions. Decisions.
They are truly living in the moment and focusing on what’s important?
Isn’t that how we all could live?
My List
With that thought in mind, I ask myself: What do I really want?
And so, with my finite time (but not knowing when it ends), this is what I’m choosing:
- To be in good health, pain-free, and have quality of life
- To have beautiful, meaningful relationships with my family, friends and associates
- To express myself creatively through my writing, books, art and film
- To create a happy home and security for my family
- To travel the world and experience adventures
- To make money doing what I love, so I have time and freedom
- To give back and help others in some way
A Coming Home
I feel a shift in myself.
A change.
A growing awareness.
A coming home.
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