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As each person added soil to my mothers grave I felt a shift deep within me. Along with her death, a part of who I had been until that day would need to die too.

I had lived in the identity she had wanted for me until her death. The woman who was strong, determined and achieved great things. The one who dressed to be honourable and wore lipstick to be“properly presentable”. The woman who pushed through, didn’t give up and found a way no matter what the odds and did it all with a sense of style and control…

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In the day to day of it all, you can’t find that space. That headspace that allows you to dig deeper. The space where you uncover the layers and layers of routine, to-do lists and the practicalities of life and discover a world beyond the ordinary. It’s tucked away under the weight and heaviness of living life to the rules of life, only imposed by your own mind.

The truth is that you know how to find that space but it is only in the stillness, in the connectedness to yourself and tucket away in those darker places that you…

Can we really buy our beauty? Work at it? Or is it something else entirely?

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When I was traveling around the world in my 20’s I remember meeting a Brazillian woman in Italy. She was dark and tall and had a natural beauty about her, that was hard to capture. It wasn’t specific to her features or age but rather in the way she was lit up by everything in life. She had an inner glow and a mysteriousness to her, that just drew you in. You wanted to be near her. To catch whatever it was that she had…

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My mother died last year and when I tell you that this year has been tough, it is an understatement. I have felt everything from loss to anger to resentment to sheer love for her in the last year but there is something quite raw which I couldn’t really confront until now.

She didn’t really love me. Not all of me, anyways…

To give you a real picture of where I am coming from it is important to recognize that my mother was potentially never truly loved for who she was either. She was difficult. Pig headed and incredibly strong-willed…

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There is a place where the magic happens. It is the convergence of art being shared with the world and finding it’s a way where it can shift the realm of our society in a way we could never imagine. Great writers, actors, artists, and musicians have been within this magical sphere.

Their work reaches us through a series of events that align perfectly for them to tap into a bigger medium. They are some of the people, names and faces that are part of our world, our generation but that makes up our experience of life. Some are more…

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For some reason, we idealize the idea of working in our PJs. It’s like some privilege reserved for the few. I want to dispel the idea that there is anything romantic or remotely special about it.

It sets you up for laziness

When we start our day off with the thought of “I’ll just stay in my PJ’s today”, it actually sets us up for laziness. Think about it. If you can’t even be bothered to get dressed, what else are you going to not be bothered doing? Making the bed? Brushing your teeth? Emptying the dishwasher? Doing the dishes? Finishing the project? Writing the blog…

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I sat here last night in front of my laptop, overlooking the view from my lounge into the lush greens of New Zealand rainforest. It felt lonely and scary staring at the cursor as it blinked at me. It was like those pedestrian crossing beeps. It felt loud and pestering and laid with heaviness with a persistent push for me to take action and do it quickly. I’d told myself to take up the challenge to write every day only a few short days ago and within that promise, I knew that if I broke it, I would quit. …

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I stood there as they all laughed at me. Those girls in their pretty dresses and their long hair. Laughing and snickering and making me feel completely outcasted because I didn’t fit into their little rule book of what was considered normal. I was only 12 and I thought it was perfectly okay that I still played with lego and wasn’t into boys. It was the first time I felt my opinions and thoughts being judged and rejected. There would be many more that followed…

A big part of our society is based on concepts around fitting in or being…

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I can’t remember the first time I caught onto the notion of “not enough”. Perhaps it was someone trying to sell me an online program convincing me that I hadn’t achieved enough in my life because I simply didn’t believe I was good enough. The sad thing is that the notion and the belief of “I am not enough” stuck. For years. I was convinced that I wasn’t enough and therefore I didn’t achieve enough. The reality was I didn’t achieve enough because I simply didn’t do enough.

The twist on “not enough”

I was working hard the other day. Super hard. It was a…

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Sometimes it is hard to decipher between what we do from our true desire to shift the world and things we do to “be seen” or “to be heard”. The ego overlaps in these scenario’s and our motivations can become blurred.

For a large part of my business beginnings, I simply wanted to share my story and to help women. I didn’t think of myself as an “influencer” or a “guru” or any of those things. I created content and wrote every day for the first 4 years of my blog to help women and when it did, I was…

Melissa Turner

Questioner. Rebel. Upleveling. Changing the world for the better. Health. Endometriosis. Joy. Life.

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