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Versatile Blogger Award

Well, that’s a bit sweet. The lovely Julia of Endo Girl Blog nominated me for the Versatile Blogger Award.

I’m not going to lie, I am still not 100% sure what that means but I haven’t been awarded for anything in a while, let alone a blog!

So, to say thanks, please go and check her out. She gives amazing tips on all things Endo, from what to wear when you’re feeling cruddy, or having a flare up, alternative pain management methods, and what living with Endo is like from another perspective.

I am required to post 7 interesting things about me, and then nominate another 15 blog pages that I think are awesome.

  1. I can tie a lolly snake in a knot with my tongue. It’s a great party trick!
  2. I am the 5th child out of 6 with 8 nieces and nephews, my dad is the eldest of 10, and I don’t even know how many cousins I have. I stopped counting years ago.
  3. I love to paint when inspiration strikes. Anything with colour or glitter, that’s my jam.
  4. My celebrity crush (more like obsession/adoration) is Beyonce. I have three giant artworks of her, two of them I did myself- see below. Don’t say a bad word about her to me. I won’t hear it.
  5. I know every lyric to Madison Avenue’s ‘Dont Call Me Baby’ and I declare this fact every time it get played and I am out as if it is my one true skill.
  6. One of my favourite things to do is to read tarot. Im still learning, but it never fails me.
  7. I have dreams that are so vivid, that I often never forget them, even years later I can recall them as if they were reality.
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Artwork of Beyonce, done by me.

Now, I know I am supposed to add 15 blogs, however I’m still new to the game, so in the interest of full disclosure, these are some of the blogs I follow that I love. Alas, I do not have 15 yet. One day, I will nominate more!

  1. More than Okay
  2. Bloomin’ Uterus
  3. Endo Girl Blog
  4. Discovering Your Happiness
  5. Preshemie 
  6. Breathe Rebecca, Breathe

Thanks again Julia for the nomination!

I feel very special and loved xx G

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Reason, Season, Lifetime.

We are each gifted people just as we are meant to receive them. Have you heard the saying: “People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime“? Well, its an oldie but a goodie.

I can’t be alone in having difficulty choosing a ‘best friend’.

Is it because we don’t want anyone to feel like they’re not the top of our list? Or because we can’t choose who we like the most? Does it really matter? We love them all for individual, varying beautiful reasons.

I have soul sisters.  I call them all ‘besties’ and without them, my life would be a shambles.

We have people who fit in individual pockets of our lives, and they fill us up in their own way. I feel like choosing a favourite or ‘BEST’ friend is impossible. This is your reminder that not only is it OK to have more than one person you love, but if they really are your ‘besties’ they will know that you don’t love them any less than the rest of the gang.

I wish I could look back on my younger self, and say: “you might think this is true friendship, but just you wait and see what life has to offer you outside of school as well“.

There’s the bestie who is me. She is the soul-sister-actual-sister in my life. My other actual sisters even acknowledge that the connection between me and this chick is so different to anything or anyone else in our family. We have been through everything together (well, since I was born at least). She and I are bonded through something bigger than family blood, but I’m not quite sure how to describe it. My favourite Pyjama Queen, love heart collecting, list making, Jansz and Cheese enthusiast, she will be the first person to give me advice (even if I don’t ask). I am who I am, mostly because of her.  She has this magic ability to look beyond the right here and now, and to make me choose what’s going to nourish my heart and my soul above all else.

There is the bestie who knows what I’m thinking before I even think it. She is the bestie who lets me cry, and whinge, and vent, and takes me out for smoothies or orders in gelato when we both need to just indulge. She is the bestie who showers me in praise, accepts my messiness, knows the ins and outs of my family and friends, and always remembers the important dates. She’s the bestie who is honest with me when I need it and can tell me to stop freaking when I am freaking out. She is the bestie who give such loving hugs. She believes in me more than me sometimes. She is my biggest fan.

There’s the bestie that is a literal ray of sunshine. She is the one that will bring me out of any slump. Who gets me dancing, and who shares my love of one pot wonder dishes. She is the soul that brings electricity and bubbles (of both kinds) to every event. She is the friend who can pull not only herself, but every single person around her into the brightest of spaces, and whose smile is as blinding as the sun. She is the rare gem that came into my life by chance, and I could never let go of. She is my girl on fire. She is my lightness. She never takes one single day for granted. She is an inspiration.

There’s the bestie who says it like it is, while passing me a G&T. This one is connected to me through so many random links, if we were related it wouldn’t surprise either of us. This bestie cuts through crap, and encourages me to grow some balls, but also feels the pain of growing cysts instead. She gives the ultimate boob-squish hug. She sends me wine instead of flowers when shitstorms occur. But she still sends me flowers too. She knows a good tune when it comes her way, and will be the first person to put her hands up to bop next to me at a concert. She is my go-to for golfing advice. The girl knows how to golf.

Then there is the bestie who makes me think anything is possible. With eternal optimism mixed with the best sense of humour, this little pocket rocket follows her dreams. No matter the cost. She has shown me how to be brave, and how to be my own person whilst not forgetting those others around me who help hold my hand. She is never afraid of breaking a sweat, or cracking a joke. She has reminded me that it’ never too late to change your life completely, and make it look easy as pie.

How could I forget the besties who love the footy as much as me? Two ladies who I turn to for Nursing and Dental advice. The ladies who will happily take me to the cricket, and explain the rules. The ones I message when our teams play against one another. The ladies who are so similar, yet have only met once. The ladies who will let me be me. One is my sister from a Viet-mister, and one, the person I can count on to do spur-of-the-moment drives across Australia with. We don’t need to talk every day, but that’s what being a bestie means.

Then there’s the bestie who I sometimes forget is a bestie. He makes me feel beautiful. He lets me cry, and cooks me soul food. He reaches up high for me, and mows the lawn. He too, a very, very talented golfer, but a pretty average fisherman. One of the funniest people I know, he manages to continually surprise me with his wit, and intelligence. The man who loves me more than he loves Excel formulas and fancy craft beer -and that’s saying a lot.

So. Knowing all of this, tell me- how am I supposed to choose a favourite? But more importantly- why should I have to? And really, thank goodness I have more than one.

Pucker Mob said it well: “I don’t know how it works for other people, but I’ve never held auditions for the role of best friend. Finding a true best friend just happens out of some combination of luck and ancient magic. When it does happen, it’s like striking gold. Beautiful, gossipy gold that’ll approve all your haircuts and judge all your boyfriends. So when you’re lucky enough to find that perfect friend two or three or more times, how could you possibly turn them down?”

You don’t have to pick and choose. My besties are my support system. They make me who I am, and when I look back at the people I have listed, they each represent a small piece of me. We are family. EG0ZD.gif

 

 

 

 

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WooWoo

Lunar Love.

The Moon.

Mother Moon.

La Luna.

Twice a month, I hold a little, quiet ritual. I don’t use Ouija Boards, I don’t hex anyone, I don’t make poisonous concoctions over a cauldron.  I say ‘I wish and I desire’ and ‘I’m listening and I trust you’ to the Universe, with a little bit of burning and a few crystals plopped in a bowl placed very carefully under my tree out the back in full view of the open night sky. Yeesh, even typing this out I am envisioning myself adorned with flowing hair, a flower crown, dolled up in a goddess style dress. Alas, usually, its just done in my pj’s and some odd socks and I am lucky if I have brushed hair. But this is totally OK.

I have always, as long as I can remember, been interested and felt connected with the WooWoo. This includes the planets, astrology, and Full Moons. Once, I even brought up the courage to do a nude cartwheel under a Full Moon! (Yes, I am telling the truth. Yes it was nippy *pun intended. No, we shan’t discuss it now.) Oh, I can hear my oldest sister hooting with laughter at me right now, she thinks it’s absolutely hilarious and promptly reminds me any chance she gets. And to be honest, it still does make me chuckle at the craziness of how it must appear to someone else other than my fellow WooWoo-ers.

As I began to notice the cycles of the moon, I picked up on the ebb and flow of my energy levels, emotions, hormones and creativity. I wanted to learn more about what was going on with my body and my mind so I started to look more into it when I came across a podcast featuring Dr Ezzie Spencer. The Podcast is called the Priestess Podcast hosted by Julie Parker and you can listen to it here.  Julie gives the perfect introduction for this episode on the webpage…”Dr Ezzie Spencer is a speaker, coach and author of An Abundant Life: Flourishing with the Cycles of the Moon. As the creator of Lunar Abundance® – a lunar-inspired, holistic self-care practice — Ezzie helps thousands of women cultivate self-worth, confidence and wellbeing. Lunar Abundance supports women to cultivate peace, stability, purpose and effectiveness in life and work. ” I promptly bought the book and jumped right in.

I am still a novice at all of this, however since starting to recognise even just the New Moon and the Full Moon and when they occur started to help me put my chaotic life in a little bit more order.

Think of a new moon as a birth. A beginning. A fresh slate. What do you want for the next month? What are you dreaming of? What do you want to create or manifest? What do you want to give life to? All of these things, I write down. I reflect on the month that has just gone, and if its been a whopping couple of months, I think back as far as I need to. I set my intentions about how I want to feel going forward and how I’m going to get to where I want to be, feeling how I want to feel. I jot everything I’m thinking down on my notepad.

And then, I give it to the Universe. I usually get out my crystals, a candle and my pendulum.  If there aren’t any fire bans, I usually take the notes I have written out the back to my magic wishing tree (laugh all you want- but see below), and burn them.  I try to really tune in to how I’m feeling and how I want my body and my mind to feel going forward for that month. I lay the ashes out under the stars, with my crystals and pendulum (these remain there overnight). I close my eyes, usually face up to the sky and thank the Universe for giving me another month. Another day. Another minute on this planet.

For the next two weeks, as often as possible I try to remember what it is I asked for and really work on it. I take steps to feel how I want to feel. I actually physically act on and support my wants and needs and do what I can to make them flourish. Sometimes they blossom, sometimes they don’t.

A Full Moon is more like a releasing or a putting to rest– I must note here- it is not a death. It is simply the time to either accept that what I wanted at the New Moon isn’t happening for me this month, or I accept that it is, and I now take the time to slow down and trust in the next two weeks. I do a very similar ritual, with writing things down, but at the full moon I make note of things I want to let go of. Forgive people. Forgive myself. Let go of stress. Worry. Fear. Doubt. And just surrender. I find that during a full moon I am usually synced up with one of my girlfriends or sisters and losing the plot anyway- but this tension and build up happens for men too. It just manifests in different ways.

It has taken time, but I am gradually teaching myself to surrender to the overwhelm, and this is one of the best ways I know how. I like to take the time to draw a Goddess Guidance card for the moment (or the month) to give me some inspiration and words of wisdom and if I’m feeling really in need of help and support, I will pull out my tarot and give myself a reading. Sometimes, I will have a bath with some essential oils, and write my notes down while surrounded by bubbles (of the bath and fizzy kind) and candles before heading outdoors to set fire to the shit that’s holding me back and hopefully not start a bush fire.

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NB: This time of month is a great time to cleanse crystals under the full moon light- they can sit on a windowsill if the weather (or your neighbours for that matter) are precarious, and you don’t want things to be blown away or stolen.  

As I have said before, I am definitely no expert. But what I do know, I believe in. And what I believe in is something that keeps things moving forward for me. In a life with constant health, financial, emotional and personal challenges, its good to have something to regularly come back to and ground me.

Tonight is a very rare Blood Blue Moon Eclipse (what a mouthful!). Not sure what this means for you?
you can read all about this special event on many pages, but I like this one on AstroStyle.comFor those of you not so into the WooWoo, and more in to the science, you can read about it on the ABC website.

My parting gift to you for this post is from the beautiful people at Forever Conscious – this is what they have to say on the matter:

“Eclipses always come in cycles, and this Super Blood Blue Moon Eclipse is linked to the Eclipses back in February and August of 2017. This means that whatever lessons or themes were brewing for you around that time are now coming to an end, and you will be able to bring closure and resolution to those energies. Think back to what was stirring for you especially during the Total Solar Eclipse that happened on August 21st, 2017. It is likely that whatever the August 2017 Total Solar Eclipse brought into your life is now being wrapped up, resolved and put to rest.”

I’m off to do some major cleansing, letting go, surrendering and thanking.

xG

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Endometriosis, sexual health, Uncategorized

SexED: more like ShamED.

 

Can you remember what your sex education was like?

I remember mine. The boys were sent into one classroom, and girls into another.

There was very little ‘education’ and we watched a movie about how erections worked and how babies were created.

No joke, I think the teachers were just as uncomfortable about being in the room with us as we were with them. In some fairness, I attended a private catholic school. Need I say more?

At the end of the lesson, we were offered time for questions, but not one person put up their hand. I certainly had a million questions but I was way too embarrassed, awkward and horrified to ask anything. I would plan to ask my cool older siblings at a later day, but even that  was terrifying to me. I could only imagine what it would have been like for the kids who didn’t have older siblings/cousins/friends and had to talk to their parents. Groan!

When you are in year 7; your hormones are kicking in while life long crushes develop (this may have started well before year 7, lets be honest- didn’t we all have a future husband planned out in year 2?) This would have been a great time to introduce the idea that not only are our bodies individual and different, but that they should be respected and also enjoyed and celebrated. Now please don’t get me wrong. I am in no way encouraging young girls or boys to go off into the bushes and get it on, but it just seems to me that it would have been helpful to understand how it all works, being encouraged to love my body rather than being ashamed or scared of it (don’t even get me started on when they made us do public BMI shaming testing in year 10 and I was deemed ‘overweight’- I was a size 8-10 and weighed like 55kg, c’mon people).

Still to this day, I’m learning things about men, women and our bodies, and I am totally fascinated by it all. I am 28 for goodness sake, and these ‘new’ things I am learning should have been taught when I was supposed to be learning about the birds and the bees. Periods should have been discussed (maybe not in the very first sex ed class, but later on in upper year levels) with boys and girls together. Boners and wet dreams should be discussed with girls and boys together. I sense people right now are like, oh man, she’s going on a tangent but hang in with me here. This also stems to the discussion with our parents or guardians. If you don’t feel comfortable talking to your kids about sex and your body/their body, how are they going to be comfortable about hearing it and talking about it? That goes for pubic hair, wobbly bits, periods, bacne, BO, boobs growing and balls dropping.

These completely natural, healthy bodily functions are something that teenagers often grow up ashamed of or only able to discuss in a joking manner. Dr Martha Tara Lee advises: “Children should not become ashamed of their body. If there is confusion, this can present later in life as body image issues or shame surrounding their sexuality.” You can read more about that here.

Now, I can’t exactly talk about a male perspective, but when girls/young women/women are ashamed of their bodies we do silly things like:

  • not wear dresses/shorts/singlets/jeans/anything that potentially shows a part of our body we do not like (which leads to many days/nights of being uncomfortable/hot/cold/sweating all because we might be worried that the boy we like might see the one missed leg hair that wasn’t removed during the meticulous shaving earlier that day)
  • not wear bathers in front of people let alone bikinis. (Heaven forbid someone see anything less than a six pack or a Kim K booty!)
  • not go to the beach (see above)
  • not swim if they have a period (it took me years to figure out that tampons were the solution here- why did nobody tell me????)
  • hide natural features under layers of makeup
  • agonize over that 50grams we put on in the day (and not even stop to consider that the 50grams might be from nutritious, fueling food or water)
  • never leave the house in tracksuits (this I never understood, aren’t trackies meant to be worn for comfort? How are they different to active wear?)
  • skip getting a pap smear because we are terrified of someone being that up close and personal (as a woman who has had more pap smears than all of my family and friends combined, I can tell you- seen one, seen them all. Doctors do not care what you look like. They are too busy making sure you are healthy to notice that stray pube or extra skin)
  • only have sexy times with the lights off, or in bed under a blanket (Live a little. You’ve gone so far as to be at a point where someone is enjoying having some lovin’ time with you, they are obviously attracted to you!)
  • never, ever, tell anyone you have your period unless you are absolutely desperate and need to borrow an emergency tampon or pad, and even then: you whisper it in secret and without looking your friend in the eye because you’re absolutely mortified and so ashamed and cant possibly imagine what they will think of you whilst forgetting that you are asking a fellow female, who has tampons and who obviously has this happen to her as well, but forget that and maintain that you are soooooo embarrassed. eye roll 1.gif

I could go on and on about body shame but that’s for another post I think. I risk going down the rabbit hole too far if I don’t stop now!

If we want our friends, daughters, sons, nieces, nephews, cousins or even next door neighbours to grow into healthy, mature adults who can hold a serious conversations with their closest people (let alone a doctor!), about that weird itch on their areola or the odd thing that’s happening in their armpit without cracking a giggle or going beet red, we need to start talking about the hard stuff from an earlier age. (No pun intended, but boy it would have been a good one.)

Why is it so hard to have these conversations? I have this dream, where one day, I get to go to a school and talk to a year level (lets say year 11’s and 12’s for example) about periods and Endometriosis. Or perhaps make the awkward sexEd talk not so awkward in general. I long to educate. Hence why I am studying Education I suspect.

For me right now, my main point of focus is the topic of Endo, and the stigma around periods. It has to end if we are ever going to get anywhere. Girls should know about what signs they can look out for, or be encouraged to talk to a parent/mentor if they have questions. I don’t want to see another generation of women spend a decade of their lives waiting to get that pain checked out, out of fear or shame. I don’t want another generation of young men acting repulsed at the mere thought of periods. It just breeds confusion, misconceptions and worse off, makes the young girls around them feel like they are disgusting.

Enough of teachers and parents feeling icky talking about this stuff! If it weren’t for periods, erections, ovulation, women’s bodies and men’s bodies, none of us would be here.

If you had a brilliant sex-ed class, or have a birds and bees story that was memorable, that you want to celebrate or whinge about, I’d love to hear about it!
Follow me on instagram @gene_ie_e or leave a comment below.

 

Stay strong my young guns, if you think puberty is confronting, wait until you have to start paying taxes!

 

 

 

 

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The first day of the rest of my life.

I thought I was dying.

I was on a family holiday, lying in our camper trailer bed with my mum and my little brother. I was 12. I think my poor mum, who was a nurse, was at her wits end by sunrise, and had given up trying to diagnose me after an hour or so. The pain in my abdomen had me convulsing, crying and curled up into a ball clinging my legs to my chest for dear life while I rocked back and forth. I was given some Panadol, and while my mum and brother proceeded to sleep, I made the cold, windy walk up the hill to the campsite toilets over a dozen times throughout the night thinking, “This is it. I’m going to be one of those news articles, where a young girl dies a mysterious death in a caravan park”. I remember sitting in the showers in the middle of the night, on my thongs (so I didn’t get butt tinea from the shared bathroom) and just feeling like I should have been at a hospital. But I was so desperate not to cause a scene or be put on to a helicopter in front of the entire Robe Caravan Park.

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Alas, I was not dying. I was ‘becoming a woman’. Well, I tell you what, my mum was extremely excited (and relieved) when I informed her of the milestone the next morning, but I, on the other hand,  was mortified and equally terrified at the thought of this happening on the regular. If this was to be normal, I was pissed off that nobody warned me that ‘period cramps’ felt like hot lava and barbed wire having party in my uterus. Over the next six or so years, I missed a fair whack of school, wrapped up on the couch with hot water bottles and blankets, and a plethora of pain medication – much to the confusion of my parents who wondered how I could possibly be in that much pain. I skipped classes regularly to go and hide in the change rooms so that I could lie on the floor in the foetal position and try and survive the rest of the day.

For the next 10 years, I was assured that this pain was normal, and that all girls go through it. I was admitted to hospital twice with ‘suspected appendicitis’ when in actual fact, it was just a period. Lucky old me also didn’t have to wait a precise 28 days. Oh no. I was blessed to have 10, 65, 4 or 27 day cycles. They were never normal and they were never short. Because of this, teachers didn’t believe me when I would tell them what was going on – “you used that excuse the other week/day” they would say. I suspect (sorry mum) that my parents also thought I was just piking out of school most of the time.

At one stage in my life, I even had a boyfriend who laughed in my face when he saw me fall out of bed after rolling around in agony whilst howling with tears. That same night I was having difficulty seeing clearly because the pain was, literally, blinding. I could barely walk, yet I was told to drive myself to the hospital while he begrudgingly slept in the passenger seat, because “calling an ambulance is a bit dramatic, don’t you think? I will go, but for the record I think you’re overreacting”. So I did (this was also before I grew a backbone and some balls – not literally). Word to the wise ladies, if this is something you are facing in a relationship, kick them to the curb! Even typing this out makes me mad.

Now, before this post gets any darker, I will stop with the descriptions. I’m sure you get the picture. There were a lot of times where this wasn’t an issue and I got to live a normal life. I am in a far better position than so many other Endo Warriors. For that, I am beyond grateful and humbled.

However, pain that stops you from living your life and carrying on with normal day-to-day activities isn’t normal. Let me just repeat that:

IT’S. NOT. NORMAL. Don’t let anyone tell you that you are overreacting. Or that it’s a normal part of being a woman.

Unfortunately, “there is delay in diagnosis of between 7 and 10 years. This is due to girls and women normalizing symptoms as well as doctors normalizing symptoms when women do finally seek medical assistance. Early diagnosis and treatment reduce the long term impacts of Endometriosis and frequency of invasive treatments and fertility treatments. Raising awareness is the first step to reducing the delay in diagnosis across all age groups. Education about menstrual health, what is normal and what is not is vital in younger age groups to break the current cycle of delay in diagnosis and flow on affects for the next generation (Ballard, K. Lowtan, K. Wright, J. 2006 & Dessole, M. Benedetto Melis, G., Angioni, S., 2012)” (https://www.endometriosisaustralia.org).

I hope that one day, more open and honest discussions about periods can happen, and help is offered to girls at a much younger age. This March is Endometriosis Awareness Month, and I plan to be involved in this in any way that I can. We need to raise awareness of this chronic illness, so young girls like me don’t wait 10 years to get help.

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When I was ‘officially’ diagnosed with Endo (post laparoscopy), I don’t think I really thought too much of it. When it happened, I was about 20 and I didn’t really think it would take as much of a drastic turn as it has over the following eight years. I wouldn’t wish this illness on anyone. It is exhausting, never ending (literally), all over the shop with its unexpectedness and can be absolutely soul shattering. Helping young women to find solutions, and learn more about their bodies at a younger age, is vital if we’re going to understand exactly what to be aware of – especially when going through life changes like puberty. That in itself is a shit storm. Lets not make it even worse by making young women feel ashamed, or embarrassed, or like they need to put on a brave face. Lets raise some #endowarriors and educate our friends and family from the start, not after its been happening for 20 years.

If you need more information about Endometriosis, you can visit the following websites for information and support:

Endometriosis Australia

Endometriosis Care Centre for AustraliaEndo March Australia

Jean Hailes for Womens Health (Endometriosis)

More links and sites available through these websites or feel free to send me a message or comment with any questions and I’ll be happy to help where I can.

Take care of yourselves lovelies

xG

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Hard truth #1.

I can’t believe I’m declaring this to the Universe.

I feel like its time I actually take better care of my body. Starting this blog has made me do so much research into endo and what affects my body both positively and negatively. I have managed to change my diet successfully (yes, I am a member of the gluten free committee- for the past 12 months and its changed my life) and after an epic weekend (let’s be honest, more like an epic month/year/decade) of drinking and fun, I want to take a look at the benefits of a different lifestyle.

In 2016, I did 100 days booze free. It was freaking hard at first, but once everyone got over the shock that I was even doing it, it just became easy. I felt amazing. I lost weight. I got up earlier. I ate better. I moved more. My skin was never better, nor my hair.

So, after what was truly one larger-than-life evening dancing in the rain on Saturday night (thanks to the Melbourne weather and The XX) I ended up having to sleep for 15 hours. Yes, you read that correctly. 15. I had to drag myself out of bed, and then I went back to bed about 10pm to sleep another 9 hours. That’s 24 hours of sleep between 1am Sunday morning and Monday morning. And I am STILL TIRED.

My fatigue lately has been out of this world. I want to clarify- whilst yes, on weekends, I have been boozing it up like most other 28 year olds, during the week I have been behaving. For the most part. I can get up to 10 hours of sleep on a week night and still feel like the walking dead. The past two months has seen me sleeping on the train to and from work, occasionally nodding off on the loo or quietly in the odd meeting, and no matter how much sleep I get, nothing is helping. I did some research and the people at the Endo Diet say it best: “It probably goes without saying that alcohol is not good for your body. But in terms of endometriosis let’s review why. Regular consumption of alcohol places enormous pressure on the liver. Estrogen is metabolized and broken down by the liver, consumption of alcohol can impair liver function which makes it difficult for the liver to properly metabolize estrogen allowing higher levels of estrogen to build up in the body and feed endometriosis. Alcohol contains high levels of sugar, as discussed above, if this sugar turns to fat your body will struggle to eliminate excess estrogen, inflaming endometriosis.” (http://www.endometriosisdiet.com.au/)

This inflammation leads to an aching body, extreme fatigue, headaches and what feels like a loss of brain function!

Right, so, let’s get me doing something about it.

I keep complaining about being in pain, being tired, always having something wrong with myself, but then I fill myself with bubbles come knock off on a Friday and still wonder why it’s happening, without actually doing anything particularly positive to change it.

Well, Gen, these are the good old days, and I want to make the most of them.

Who knows what will happen in the weeks ahead. First milestone will be Australia Day. Then my birthday. Yeesh.

 

Please, be kind. Be supportive. Let’s see how long I can put down one of the great loves of my life for.

Fare-thy-well cold, delicious, refreshing bubbles.

Au revoir crisp, zingy wine.

And #HelloSundayMorning

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What is the WooWoo?

It’s no secret to my nearest and dearest that I am a WooWoo woman.

I think of WooWoo as anything a little magical: tarot, crystals, pendulums, auras, astrology, horoscopes, numerology, oracles, angels and goddesses, feng-shui, the planets and the Moon. In my daily life, it’s not something I necessarily go parading about with a banner or shouting from the rooftops, but I am not afraid (most of the time) to share my love of all that sparkles to anyone who is curious.

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My most regularly drawn, and favourite card- White Tara.

**I have to put in a disclaimer into this post – I am not in any way, trying to sell the WooWoo, nor am I trying to convert anyone. I am merely sharing my perspective. I’m of the thought that every individual will have his/her own thoughts on these subjects, and they are entitled to those, as I am to mine.**

So, what does WooWoo have to do with Endo? Or life in your 20’s/30’s/onwards? Well, for me, WooWoo is that thing that gets me through the mud. That, and a good Margarita.

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Those times when I just feel so stuck and I can’t see any way out. In my tarot, I find my angels and goddesses offer me guidance and empowerment to keep going. My crystals help me feel calm, and are something I can physically hold onto in those gut-wrenching moments that are fueled by anxiety and fear. My candles and salt lamps heighten my senses, and make my surroundings feel peaceful and beautiful. My horoscope reminds me to remain objective and wary but also to see the bigger picture. The Moon. Oh the Moon. Well, Mother Moon has become a ritual in itself for me. I will do a whole separate blog post about my love for Her, and the immense benefits that having new moon and full moon ceremonies have brought me.

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Now, don’t worry, I can feel the cynics rolling their eyes, but never fear, I don’t let it bother me because the only person who has to trust in the WooWoo is me. I am the person who gets to enjoy its benefits, in all its glory. Much to the entertainment of most of my family members (*most, not all), I also have another sister who is as much involved in daily conversations with invisible warrior women as I am – it makes for one sensational girls night in. Occasionally my girlfriends and sisters will specifically ask me to do a tarot spread for them or bring out the pendulum, so they too can join in on the magic from time to time.

I am certainly not a skeptic, but I can understand the perspective of those who think the things I do are totally nuts. And that’s why its called the WooWoo instead of the ‘logical-scientifically-researched-guide-to-the-only-way-of-living’. I know it’s controversial and I know it doesn’t float everyone’s boat, but not only does it float mine, it also acts as the motor, the life jackets and the paddles for when the engine turns off.

If nothing else, I love the WooWoo for helping me and my girls get through some really tough times. I’ve done tarot for new job prospects, and inspired myself and friends to ‘just go for it’ and be brave when we normally would have hidden in the shadows. I have used my pendulum to give myself and others a sense of connection with our lost loved ones. I regularly hold ‘Moon Ceremonies’ with girlfriends to just let go of the bullshit and bring in the good shit. My bestie and I often send each other horoscopes and share information on where the planets are that day and why they must be the reason we feel crazy at the time (hello mercury retrograde) and if nothing else, all of these activities help me feel supported. It reminds me that in the grand scheme of things, there is always a bigger picture and more to life than right now. All of these activities make me feel connected, grounded and here. And isn’t that what life is about? Embracing all that it has to offer? The good, the bad, the ugly and the WooWoo.

We all have a little bit of magic in us. How we use it is totally in our court, and I will forever, proudly use my magic in sync with the seasons, aligned with the planets, charged by my crystals, guided by the goddesses and always listening to and trusting in my intuition.

Now, it’s time for me to go find my cauldron (glass of champagne) and broomstick (actual broomstick – my house needs a good clean) and hang out with my black cat. Until next time, I hope you find your inner WooWoo!

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Miss Mabel, my magical yet manipulative apple of my eye. (Yes, that is a Unicorn costume. No, she was not impressed)

 

 

 

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