Everyone used to call me superwoman. With three children, a wonderful husband, a PhD, a great international career, a published book, and a body that still looked somewhat passable in a bikini, I had it all. Or, so it seemed.

Recently 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 in low and middle income countries. I was 35 and in tow were my four-month-old twins (who I was still breastfeeding), my two-and-a-half-year-old toddler, and my husband–photographer-baker-full-time-dad-extraordinaire. Perhaps not surprisingly, within a year, I burnt out, broke down. I was broken.

When I confessed to my friends what had happened, most said, “Well, it’s good to know that you’re only human.” I think my breakdown shattered an important myth for them as much as it did for me – there is no superwoman. She is a spandex-wearing fictional character! So I made the difficult decision to resign from my job, and we packed up our lives (again) and moved back to our home-town of Melbourne.

And here I am. Starting a new life. A (slightly) slower life. This blog explores my muddled human adventures of trying to be a mindful mother, an active feminist, and pursue my creative side projects. But this time as myself; not an imaginary character. Hopefully it will help inspire you to shed the superwoman myth and embrace the messy, imperfect, wonderful you.