Byron.

Draft from August 30th 2025.

03. 03. 25 - The date I stepped into the fever dream of Byron Bay.

Now I’m pretty good with my words, yet here I sit alone at the airport, completely speechless at they emotions I’m feeling… When I decided to randomly pivot my plans toward the Byron Shire in February, I had zero expectation. In fact, I’d done near to no research on the place. I had no clue it held such a stigma within the world and certainly hadn’t thought longer than a minute over what I wanted to receive from the place. My only clarity was to leave the comfortability of where I was, find an easy job to distract myself from the pivotal decisions that sat ahead of me, and to spend some much needed time working on my inner compass.

So, it’s easy to say that Byron has swept me off my feet and into a parallel universe I never knew existed! I can admit, I’m incredibly baffled at my ability to leave, and it’d be accurate to propose how terrified I am right now. To my fucking core, literally shaking. I’m talking power drumming throughout my body, rattling me in every direction, offering a similar experience to the last time I tried speed at 18 years old… Not fun, yet equally invigorating?

Leaving is a monumental decision for a multitude of reasons.

Firstly, I’m chasing my pipeline dream.Something I’ve been building behind the scenes for a fucking long time and I’m finally stepping up to who I need to be, to bring this dream into the physical realm. I unfortunately couldn’t bring it to life in Byron, as it’s needed more from the world to reach excellence. I’ll be honest, this dream is my biggest one yet. It’s huge. It’s far greater than just the book, it’s my next big career move, business endeavour, and will ultimately change the trajectory of my life. I’ve estimated the next four years of consistent effort will be compromised for the journey of this business.

Secondly, for those who are not yet aware, I’m writing my first book. This book has been in the pipeline for a few years but has only got the justice it deserves within my priority list in the last year and a half. The weeks after I walked from my business, sitting on the end of my bed in my partner and I’s new house, all I wanted was to ‘arrive’, let go, land in this new life we’d built. Yet my mind was still so busy and weighed down with shame and guilt. He sat with me as I cried and said, “I think it could be time you finally start your book babe”. A gentle reminder that my success was an endless supply, and did not solely rely on the girl who built and sold her first business. He knew me better than any other and placed a seed of creativity, a new challenge so to speak, knowing that all I needed was something new to pour my energy into. I already had the writing there from years of blogging, we’d already researched the idea together multiple times… All I had to do was formulate the context and string all the pieces together in order to say

“okay, this is what i’m doing now’.

It’s a rather large endeavour, demanding copious amounts of my time and energy. It became clear to me very early on in my arrival to Byron, that it was unfortunatelynot the place for me to get within the depths of my writing. Not only is Byron a coastal town, forcing me to the beach or in the ocean everyday, yet it’s a place where we relax, we chill, we enjoy life’s pleasures. Byron is full of dreamers, yet as far as it goes for hustling… Yea, not really the place to thrive when it comes to meeting deadlines and producing some of your life’s best work. I found myself constantly getting distracted and unable to channel the hustle. The truth in how much our environment moulds our realities… As much as I love Byron and I know it’s where I now feel most at home/will return to, for now, I need big cities, constant muse, un-comfortability and inspiration. I need loud people, big colours and overwhelming vibrations. So here I am, on route to the greatest muse of all - New York fucking city baby! A place I’ve dreamt of living in since I was 16 years old. I never would’ve guessed I’d be here writing my first book and building my next business on route to the big apple, oh the joy of life!

Thirdly, as mentioned earlier, I’m chasing constant un-comfortability. Now this is a big topic! If Ive learnt anything in my short time on our planet - Our greatest growth stems directly from reaching outside of our comfort zone. Resistance builds growth, the same way it can build muscles for a body builder, it translates the same within our mind. So that being said, I need to push myself out of the realm I’m most comfortable and be in a placeof constant resistance, on the edge of un-comfortability each and everyday. Now I know many people might think ‘their best work comes from routine, foundation and safety’. Yes, this is also true, yet muse itself comes from inspiration, and inspiration does not spark from within the four walls we’ve stared at our whole existence. It comes from looking beyond, being in a place where your mind is challenged and you have to push past the patterns you’ve relied on.

Breaking the patterns, rebuilding the processing and allowing your brain to see a new way for yourself. And in my case, writing about psychology and the human condition… they adjacency here is unmatched! New York is not a place that pushes me so far out that I’m sleeping on the dirt floor and fighting for my survival. It’s a place where many walks of life co-exist, a place that calls upon your confidence and where many opposing narratives co-create together. For this, a rather stark and uncomfortable place. A place where you’d better damn know who you are what you are working towards, because you might get stomped on if not…

That is precisely what I need. People who say no, people who don’t just dream like in Byron, they actually build. People who will look at my work and compare it to thousands of others just like me. And that’s a rather unnerving place to be, but exactly why I need to be there. It’s time to test this dream and see if it has the legs to prosper! I could stay in Byron and continue in my happy, comfortable life and allow the praise for trying to be enough, but that’s not actually getting me anywhere is it?

So here I go.Testing the dream, in the hope to finally build it. No more praise for the past stories, past success and ideas that live within my sphere. Time to really hear the hard shit, have people lump me into the group and give me a damn hard talking to. For that is where I can continue my growth, the place I need to be to really succeed in this crazy wild pipeline dream of mine.

And as it goes for Byron, well, I’ll see you on the flip side I guess! The place that reminded me I still had a light, I just needed to find the switch. And for that, I hope to always return. Yet if I don’t, I’m sure it’s because I’m finally walking my talk, and thank god for that.

Everyone has a dream. It just comes down to how bad you want it.