As I got older, we read tarot for each other and it wasn’t exactly a surprise to anyone when, as a teenager, I officially declared myself a Pagan. My beautiful dad still messages me every year to wish me happy solstices.
It probably won’t surprise you to hear that I didn’t exactly fit in as a kid.
I learnt pretty early on that being ‘woo woo’, talking to people only I could see and reading books on dream interpretations doesn’t win you many friends – so the magick and gifts went on the back burner as I went off to university, travelled the world, settled overseas and started a business – all the while still trying to convince the world (and myself) I was ‘normal’.
I dipped my toes back into magick, tarot and astrology here and there through the years – usually when I started to feel so disconnected from myself that I started to get physically or mentally sick but I kept up the game of trying to fit in and hiding my woo woo side in an effort not to feel like a misfit.
Around 2019 I started to experience mysterious chronic pain that X-rays, CT scans, MRI scans, blood tests and specialists were unable to find a cause for… which set me right back on the path of woo woo and instead consulting hypnotherapists, astrologers, energetic coaches and yogis.
“Miraculously” the closer I edged back to my true self, the more the pain eased until one day it disappeared completely. I realised that more I tried to fit in, the more I felt like a misfit. The more I embraced my ‘weirdness’, the more at home in the world I felt and the better I felt for it.
That brings us to today, finally content in accepting myself in all my woo woo-ness and encouraging others to do the same through sharing my work and my readings.