#ILoveLife

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#ILoveLife

“I love life and life loves me.” I can’t remember where I first heard this but it has become my favourite mantra. It’s not what I say while I’m meditating as such, but something I say to myself regularly while I’m driving kids somewhere, inevitably late, or wiping up smeared yoghurt from the floor, or looking out my office window as I reply to emails. 

I know it’s a little corny, ok a lot corny. And you may think I’m bordering on certifiable talking to myself like this. But the truth is...

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The bravest thing I've ever done

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The bravest thing I've ever done

Quitting my job at the peak of my international career and moving back to Melbourne is the bravest thing I have ever done. It might not sound like a big deal. In fact, when I spoke to my father about it he suggested that surely moving with three children under three to South Africa, where we didn’t know anyone, to take up a demanding new job, was more courageous. “No,” I explained; “that was normal.” That was my regular life, the pattern I had pursed for years. Yes, it had its challenges but it wasn’t courageous because I wasn’t afraid of doing that. You see, courage, according to the Oxford English dictionary, is the ability to do something that frightens one...

 

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I am not superwoman

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I am not superwoman

Everyone used to call me superwoman. My friends, work colleagues; even people I’d just met. I think it was meant as a compliment.

A year and a half ago I moved to South Africa from Thailand where I had been working at the United Nations, to take up a position leading the largest global programme to prevent violence against women and girls in low and middle income countries. I was thirty-five. In tow were my 4-month-old twins who I was still breastfeeding, my two-and-a-half-year-old toddler, and my husband, musician-photographer-bread-baker-now-full-time-dad extraordinaire. I had a PhD; had recently launched my first academic book; was writing a novel in my spare time; kept up a sporadic yoga and meditation practice; still looked passable in a bikini (apart from a slightly deformed post-twin-pregnancy belly button); and was, at least on the surface, happy. In truth, I was.....

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