Settling into the new home with new routines and a new sense of who I want to be. Something you might not know about me is that I am NOT a routine person. At all. I’m extreeeemly erratic, unorganised and spontaneous. But I love it that way! I could happily wake up in a different place every day, with an entirely different list of things I need to get done, eating different types of foods, doing different activities and still feel calm. I’ve honestly never really understood the hype around a morning/night/daily routine to settle you. Weirdly though, I’ve kind of fallen into one here in my new home and I gotta admit… it feels pretty good. It’s nice to have a list of things to do each morning before you start the day, which help energise and excite you. Mine at the moment is: wake up, have a snuggle, ride my bike to pilates (because um well bike riding is LIFE), ride home and make a protein smoothie (using @tropeaka salted caramel protein because it is also life), jump in the pool, have a shower, have brekky, then get into the day. It’s super simple, probably not even classified a routine to most people lolllll but it’s the longest I’ve ever gone doing the same thing each day and still LOVING it. Genuinely curious… are you a routine person? If so, what are your non-negotiables? What benefits do you find in routine? Orrrr is anyone else totally fine with keeping everything completely sporadic depending on your mood? Ps. This photo probably seems irrelevant but it’s part of the routine too. Instead of a smoothie, laz and I turned it into a choc bowl and it was divine! The recipe is in my highlights from a while back ☺️
First of all… haveee you missed this face? Secondly… I nearly forgot what we used to do here on a Monday!! Let’s get back into it shall we? ☺️🌈✨🙈🙌🏻 Make Someone’s Monday – Insta stalk the person in the comment above you and leave a compliment for them in the comments here. (Kind of hard now that the comment section has changed but we can try anyway 💁🏼♀️😂). I bloody LOVE the love-fest this creates. Reading all of the comments and seeing friendships form is my favourite thing ever! Ps. Sending extra love to all of you today after my post last night. I was so nervous to post it but there was not one single negative comment!! Thank you thank you thank you 💛💛💛 you guys get me x
Less than 1km into the race, my body told me it was done. I was in so much pain, my legs felt like lead and I had to use all my force to lift my feet for every step. I was being pushed from behind because without the hands on my back I couldn’t get any forward momentum and my legs wouldn’t move. Last year I made 5km but being in this much pain so early on, I didn’t know how I was possibly going to make it again. I was about to say I couldn’t do it, I was going say let’s just walk. But then someone whispered ‘I’m so proud of you’ into my ear and I remembered how I got here. I closed my eyes and ran. I kept them closed for most of the race so I could picture myself in another moment, in another time, in another version of me. I was picturing myself trying with every fibre of my being to wriggle my toes and nothing happening. I was picturing myself being told I had to stay in bed for weeks because I had a pressure sore. I was picturing myself standing in the parallel bars and being told to take a step, not knowing how on earth to tell my legs to move. In my head I was there but in reality I was on a highway, at 10pm… almost running. Of course I could do this. I was in more pain than I can explain and exhausted beyond belief but in comparison this was easy. Back then I would have traded anything for this pain. I was doing something my past self couldn’t even dream of wishing for. Whenever I opened my eyes I could see people in wheelchairs passing me. Pushing themselves up hills, cheering themselves on. I wanted to stop running so badly, I wanted to collapse to the ground, but even more than that, I wanted them to feel this. Not the pain but the option for for it. The ability to get up and run if they wanted to. The ability to stand up and hug someone they love if they wanted to. I ran for every version of me who would have loved this pain. I ran for all of those who couldn’t. Together we raised over 5 million dollars. But even more than that, we raised an infinite amount of spirit and hope and reassurance that we have each other’s backs. We’re the hands pushing each other. We’re each other’s forward momentum. @wflworldrun thank you for creating this magic.
The photo that makes people cray haha. So this was taken about 10 seconds before I jumped out of the helicopter… Meaning I’m about 1 minute away from paraplegia. – Isn’t it incredible how life can be one thing and in a single moment it becomes something entirely different. Like one second I’m this carefree girl traveling the world, who worries about a boy and what I’m going to have for dinner later and if I’m going to look like shit in my skydive video and the next second, I’m not her anymore. – I watched a movie on time travel last night (no idea what it’s called) but the point is that every time the guy went back and changed something from the past, the entire future was different, not just for him but for everyone. Every tiny thing we do has an effect that ripples throughout the course of our lifetime and even beyond that. Sometimes when he tried to correct the past by altering what he believed to be a bad situation, it actually made the future worse than it would have been otherwise. – So the question is… If you could go back in time and change the bad, would you risk taking away the future you have now? Or do you trust that is was all for a reason and that you’re exactly where you are meant to be?
Story time. I got sent an email yesterday which made me cry. It was from my nurse in Switzerland who looked after me the first few nights after my accident. She randomly stumbled across an article of me and recognized me even though we haven’t seen or spoken to each other in nearly 3 years. It really means a lot that she contacted me because I’ve always wondered what I was like emotionally during that time (I don’t remember much from the first week because I was put on so many drugs and my memory is patchy). She said so many beautiful things to me but also reminded me of how miserable I was in those first days. The reason I wanted to share this with you guys is so you understand that things weren’t always how they are. There was a time when I absolutely hated my life and genuinely wanted to die. When this picture was taken, I had been told I was a paraplegic and was under the impression I would never walk again, I had been dumped by someone who meant the world to me and to top it off I was in a foreign country where most of the doctors couldn’t speak English. It’s so easy to look up to people and forget that they weren’t always ‘inspirational’ or ‘positive’. There was a time when their struggles weren’t beautiful and uplifting, they were just plain struggles. My point is.. if you’re going through a traumatic time and it feels like your world is ending, there is still so much hope for you. Your worst moment could end up becoming the beginning of the most incredible journey of your life, but only if you let it. Things don’t just happen, you have to MAKE them happen, and that’s what people tend to forget. Imagine if someone told me 3 years ago when I was back in that hospital bed that I would be sitting here today; happy, in love, back on my feet, typing out this message to thousands of people who support me and look up to me… I have goosebumps because I wouldn’t have believed them at all. Don’t ever let an event define you. Create your own reality and remember that no matter what happens you are always responsible for writing the rest of your story. I am so much more than what happened to me and so are you. Never forget it 💛 #iammorethan