23/07/2026
This morning I stood in the yard watching my hen fuss over her baby chicks.
This is how I start most days. My coffee in hand and checking in with my animals.
Lately, I’ve realised these moments are it. This is what success looks like to me.
From the moment I left high school I chased my career and then once I became a mum, I poured everything into building my business.
From the outside, I was successful. But there was always something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
Now, while I no longer have Zilvi and I’m starting over with my career and business, I’ve never felt more successful.
Because I’ve found peace.
Gratitude comes easily to me now. My morning coffee. The view of the bush from my couch. My animals. The quiet rhythm of this little life. I feel deeply thankful for what I have and to me, that’s what success really is.
While we were travelling two years ago, I read something that has stayed with me ever since. A guy on Instagram said he measured success by the amount of peace he felt in his life, not by the things he owned.
I’ve carried those words with me.
Because if that’s the measure, I think I’ve found what I was looking for.
Peace isn’t loud. Most days, it just looks like ordinary life.
Maybe success was never about having more. More money. More belongings. The perfect house.
Maybe it was always about noticing what was already here.
And being grateful enough to realise it.
Dad pecked a chick, Mama protected her baby and sent him a warning. A mother’s duty.
Spot the tiny feet under her.
Seriously!
Family portrait. The single aunty crashing the pic.
Family stroll.
