It All Began When I realised I had two left feet.

Hear me out.

(I mean...they say how things begin has a lot to do with how things end up, right?)

Well, for me, I always thought my 'destiny' was to be a Musical Theatre Star. Correction: a Broadway star (a horrendous cliche, I know). I was definitely one of those pesky kids putting on shows in the family lounge-room, and for a brief while, I suffered a major identity crisis; I was convinced I was Sandy from Grease. At 8 years of age, I begged my Mum to let me get my hair permed so I looked like Olivia. 

(Fun fact: she obliged...but only let me get my FRINGE permed. I looked like a Poodle on Dog Show Day.).




After high-school, I went on to refine my skills at a fancy Performing Arts College in Melbourne. But something didn’t quite feel right. And it wasn’t just my blatant inability to do a time-step. Or ANY step.

(Honestly, I was - and am - so incapable of executing any sort of dance routine. I looked like a praying mantis, flying across the room....7 tequilas in. 

it was a good look

good times

Seriously though. It was deeply frustrating.

Have you ever felt like that? A square peg in a round hole? 

I knew I wanted to be telling stories and connecting with audiences. I knew I wanted to be creating magical moments from the stage. And I knew that I was here with some kind of message to share. My Two Left Feet and I just didn't fit the mould I was trying to dance (or not) my way into. 

And then in the 2nd Year of College, we had to create a project telling our own stories. And I had some really cool ones to share. Stories about life and love and family and the colossal clusterfucks I'd experienced.

And This. Changed. Everything. 

By simply sharing my stories in a way that was really meaningful (and I guess mildly masterful), I was able to do what I knew I should be doing: sharing messages with both humour and heart (and the occasional swearbomb), helping people feel liberated about their lives, and using the power of words to shift perspectives and open minds...all with a hearty dose of laughter and the occasional tear. 

Sharing my story has allowed me to travel the world, literally doing what lights me up in a really liberated way. 

Sharing my story has moved me from perpetual chaos and clusterfuckery, and into calm, clarity, and total contentment (well, it's a work in progress). 

Sharing my story has allowed me to coach hundreds of clients in sharing their story. And watching them blossom and bloom is the greatest gift. 

Sharing my story has allowed me to completely step into my power, own my truth, and create a business and life that I'm really proud of. 

Oh...and have the Two Left Feet finally learned to dance? No*. I continue to be THE WORLDS WORST Triple Threat.

*But you should see me carve up the D-Floor after a few cheeky glasses of French. 

I BELIEVE IN:

Truth speaking and truth seeking. Liberation through laughter. Authenticity. Chasing big dreams. Good coffee. Quality French Champangne.

I'm ALL ABOUT:

Straight talk, French champagne, short emails. Saying 'no thanks' to make more room for 'hell yes'. Taking risks and anticipating reward. 

YOU CAN FIND ME:

Creating shows, stories and moments to connect. Deep in conversation  with my clients. Babychino dates with my little man and wine time with my big one.

daily rituals

Morning affirmations, cuddles in bed with my boys, bullet proof coffee at my local cafe. Studio Pilates class, and a slightly obsessive skincare routine.

i'm driven by

The fact that we get ONE chance at this lifetime. JUST ONE. I'm continually curious as to how we can maximise it audaciously, authentically, and without apology.

I had a super happy childhood. Mum was a teacher, Dad had a job with the local council, and my little brother was your typical terror. Me? Well, I was an annoyingly over-achieving do-gooder, who made the neighbours sit through 60 minute Julie Andrews impersonations. 

We went about our business in the small coastal town of Bombo NSW. (Look it up, it has a sewerage works, a beach and a cemetary. #classy). 

 Then one day I found a pamphlet that said 'Discovery: A Seminar for Gay Married Men'. I realised there was more to our family than church outings and Sunday night Scattegories games. It was the beginning of a sudddenly (very) unconventional life.

age 0-10

WHERE I AM NOW

FINALLY MAKING IT

I FOUND MY FOOTING

WHAT HAPPENED NEXT

THE BEGINNING

These years were a roller-coaster ride of both excellent and atrocious decisions, of fears and  failures, of triumphs and tribulations. Within a short 10 year time frame, I went from being the high-achieving School Captain and graduating Dux of my high-school, to dancing around in the nude as a stripper, and doing a whole bunch of things I'm not so proud of. 
  
There was trauma, volatility, anxiety, instability, and an utter disassociation of self. 

The years that were the crucial - and entirely necessary -breakdown before the breakthrough.

age 10-26

WHERE I AM NOW

FINALLY MAKING IT

I FOUND MY FOOTING

WHAT CAME NEXT

THE BEGINNING

I was in my final years of drama school (the VCA in Melbourne), and we spent a term creating our own cabaret show. For the first time since...well, quite possibly those early Julie Andrews lounge-room shows, I felt like I'd found my calling. My soul gave me a nudge to say 'this is it. You're home'. 

Simply by sharing about my Dad, and my colourful family, and my wayward past, I was able to reconnect. With myself, with my stories, and most importantly, with other people. I felt like my entire life had come full circle. 

And it was just the beginning. 

26-29

WHERE I AM NOW

FINALLY MAKING $$

I FOUND MY FOOTING

THE EARLY YEARS

THE BEGINNING

After years of procrastinating, I bit the bullet and wrote my first full length show - A Storm In A D Cup. 

I broke up with my long term lover. I traveled the world. I lived out of my car for two years. I drank way too many margaritas,  kissed lots of boys, and a few girls. I fell in love with New York City. 

I co-won the International Cabaret Contest, which saw me land a spot in The New York Musical Theatre Festival. My dreams of performing on Broadway came true. I realised that when mindset, manifesting, and unrelenting momentum combine, a person can really be unstoppable. 

I met my (now) husband Zac while performing in NYC. His Dad is gay too. Kinda feels like fate. 

26-29

WHERE I AM NOW

FINALLY MAKING IT

I FOUND MY FOOTING

THE EARLY YEARS

THE BEGINNING

I've been living in Adelaide SA for 8 years now. Zac and I are happily married, we have a beautiful boy Archie. He is my world. We're working on gifting him a little sibling. 

My days are full. I create shows, and tour the country performing them. I help fellows creatives, coaches and consultants  tell their stories, and bring their visions to life. 

I've used my stories - the good, bad, hilarious and heartbreaking ones - as the fuel for my fire. In doing so, I've become the narrator, interpreter and editor of my story. 

My wish is that you do the same.

age 29-37

WHERE I AM NOW

FINALLY MAKING $$

I FOUND MY FOOTING

THE EARLY YEARS

THE BEGINNING

my story. the nutshell version

watching: 

DRINKING: 

READING:

CRAVING: 

The Maid

an occasional glass of French 

The School Of Life 

an overseas adventure

Currently:

listening:

Shine Online with
Ellie Swift



My Favorite Things

The workshop floor. I love connecting with fellow creative minds, and watching ideas come to life in a really safe space. 

Bombo Beach!

My home town! It's my happy place. Walking with the sand between my toes are where all of my best creative downloads happen. 

My boys. While I've played many roles, none bring me more joy than Mummy and Wife.

This      That

coffee


BEACH


EARLY BIRD


TOPSheet


POPCORN


champagne


lemonade

or

TEA


mountains


night owl


no topsheet


CHOCOLATE


GREEN JUICE


PELLIGRINO

Where I stand on the super important stuff... Agree / disagree? 

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“There's a big heart behind that impressive front.”

Adelaide advertiser

so they say:

UnFlap Yourself!

A Flap: (according to The Dictionary of Amelia) 

Verb

1. being in a tizz, stressy, a hot mess
3. the art of not having one’s sh!t together
4. prone to colossal clusterfuckery 

If this is you (and honestly, these days...who doesn't get a bit flappy), I'm creating a free audio book to help you ditch the flap, dial up the flow and get your sh!t together with more perspective, purpose and PLAY. 

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