Memories, Miles & Choosing Life
Becoming Her
There are trips that feel like holidays and then there are trips that feel like milestones.
This Wellington holiday was more than just a getaway. It was a chapter. A reminder. A reclamation.
Besties by my side. My daughter beside me. A body that didn’t always cooperate but a heart that refused to stop choosing life.
Memories That Will Last a Lifetime
Wellington gave us memories I’ll carry forever:
Ed Sherran Concert
Escape room laughs
Axe throwing adrenaline
Smash room chaos, release, and healing
Late nights, sore bodies, full hearts
Even when my body struggled. Even when the tiredness kicked my ass. It was worth every bit.
Because I’m not waiting for “someday” anymore. I’m not postponing joy for a better body, a better season, or a better version of myself.
I’m living now.
Healing Doesn’t Always Look Soft
Healing isn’t always candles and quiet. Sometimes it’s listening to Rage Against the Machine in a smash room. Sometimes it’s throwing axes. Sometimes it’s laughter so loud it drowns out the pain. Sometimes it’s chaos.
And sometimes healing looks like choosing joy even when your body is tired.
The Journey Matters Too
Travel looks different for me now. I listen to my body. I rest when I need to. I pace myself. I honour my limits.
Every long-distance trip has a pause a breakfast stop. A moment to let the spin settle. A breath. A reset.
Nothing beats breakie with your bestie. Not just food grounding, safety, connection.
Full Circle Moments
Beautiful breakfast in Taupō with my bestie. Slow coffee. Grateful hearts. And nothing beats ending a Wellington holiday with a spa.
Warm water. Quiet minds. Rested bodies. A soft ending to a loud, beautiful, meaningful chapter.
Ticking Off the List
Living with medical conditions changes you. It shifts your priorities. It rewrites your future. It teaches you what actually matters.
It taught me gratitude. Presence. Appreciation. Courage.
So I made a list. And I’m slowly ticking things off.
Not perfectly. Not easily. Not without tired days.
But intentionally. Bravely. Fully.
Because this season isn’t about waiting. It’s about living.
One memory at a time. One experience at a time. One tick at a time.
Becoming Her
She’s the woman who chooses memories over fear. Joy over waiting. Life over limitation. Experience over excuses.
Even on tired days. Even on hard days. Even when her body struggles.
She still chooses to live.
And that is healing.
This is Becoming Her.
