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Creator of Protective Patterns™

You don't have to feel different

before you choose different.

I’m Michaela Pay.

Speaker, author, creator of Protective Patterns™ and formerly known as The Success Psychic™.

For years, my work centred around intuition - helping people access what they already knew beneath the noise.

Today, I’m just as interested in what happens when you do know, but you’re still not moving.

Because I don’t believe you’re necessarily sabotaging yourself.

You might be protecting yourself.

Protective Patterns™ is the framework I created to explore the four ways that protection can influence our choices -

Hiding, Hesitating, Hoarding and Hustling.

My work brings together intuition, human behaviour and conscious choice to help people recognise what’s influencing them and decide what they want to do next.

You don’t need to eliminate the fear.

You don’t need to wait until you feel ready.

You don’t have to feel different before you choose different.

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Before I disappear to Rhodes tomorrow..

A little reminder that you can currently book a private session with me.

Up to two hours. Just you and me.

Bring the thing that’s taking up far too much space in your head and we’ll start there.

There’s no programme to follow and I don’t already know where we’re going to end up.

We talk. I listen. I ask questions. I challenge you. I follow what I’m noticing. I bring through whatever Spirit ask me to bring through.

And somewhere in amongst all of that, we find the thing underneath the thing.

£750 including VAT.

Booking link in the comments 🖤

Before I disappear to Rhodes tomorrow..

A little reminder that you can currently book a private session with me.

Up to two hours. Just you and me.

Bring the thing that’s taking up far too much space in your head and we’ll start there.

There’s no programme to follow and I don’t already know where we’re going to end up.

We talk. I listen. I ask questions. I challenge you. I follow what I’m noticing. I bring through whatever Spirit ask me to bring through.

And somewhere in amongst all of that, we find the thing underneath the thing.

£750 including VAT.

Booking link in the comments 🖤

I’ve still got space for a couple of private sessions before I go away.

Up to two hours, one-to-one with me.

No programme.
No formula.
No predetermined outcome.

We talk about whatever is actually taking up the most space in your head.

I’ll listen, ask questions, challenge where needed, follow what I’m noticing and bring through whatever is mine to bring through.

You might leave with a decision.

You might leave with a completely different perspective.

You might realise you don’t actually need to do anything yet.

I’m not interested in telling you what you should choose.

I’m interested in helping you see more clearly so you can choose for yourself.

£750 including VAT.

If you want one, message me or use the booking link in the comments. 🖤

I’ve still got space for a couple of private sessions before I go away.

Up to two hours, one-to-one with me.

No programme.
No formula.
No predetermined outcome.

We talk about whatever is actually taking up the most space in your head.

I’ll listen, ask questions, challenge where needed, follow what I’m noticing and bring through whatever is mine to bring through.

You might leave with a decision.

You might leave with a completely different perspective.

You might realise you don’t actually need to do anything yet.

I’m not interested in telling you what you should choose.

I’m interested in helping you see more clearly so you can choose for yourself.

£750 including VAT.

If you want one, message me or use the booking link in the comments. 🖤

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She’s 40 today!! Happy birthday Cheryl Duck 🖤

What if you’re not sabotaging yourself at all?
What if you’re protecting yourself?

We use the phrase “self-sabotage” all the time.

You say you want the thing.. and then you don’t do it.

You don’t launch.
You don’t decide.
You don’t let go.
You keep working when you said you’d stop.

And the conclusion is often that somewhere inside you, you’re working against yourself.

But I’m interested in a different question.

What if the behaviour makes sense?

What if something about staying unseen, not deciding, holding on or continuing to move has felt safer than the alternative?

That’s the thinking behind Protective Patterns™.

Hiding: If I’m not seen, I’m safer.
Hesitating: If I don’t decide, I’m safer.
Hoarding: If I don’t let go, I’m safer.
Hustling: If I don’t stop, I’m safer.

They’re not personality types.

You’re not “a Hider” or “a Hustler”.

And seeing one of these behaviours doesn’t prove there’s a Protective Pattern underneath it either.

Sometimes you’re private because you want to be private.

Sometimes you wait because waiting makes sense.

Sometimes you keep something because you genuinely want it.

Sometimes you work your arse off because you fucking love what you’re building.

Behaviour gives us somewhere to become curious. It doesn’t give us proof.

Protective Patterns™ just give us another place to look.

What might this choice be protecting?

What do I actually want?

And if I didn’t have to feel different first.. what would I choose?

Because the point isn’t to get rid of the protection.

It’s to make sure the protection isn’t making the decision without you.

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#ProtectivePatterns #michaelapay

What if you’re not sabotaging yourself at all?
What if you’re protecting yourself?

We use the phrase “self-sabotage” all the time.

You say you want the thing.. and then you don’t do it.

You don’t launch.
You don’t decide.
You don’t let go.
You keep working when you said you’d stop.

And the conclusion is often that somewhere inside you, you’re working against yourself.

But I’m interested in a different question.

What if the behaviour makes sense?

What if something about staying unseen, not deciding, holding on or continuing to move has felt safer than the alternative?

That’s the thinking behind Protective Patterns™.

Hiding: If I’m not seen, I’m safer.
Hesitating: If I don’t decide, I’m safer.
Hoarding: If I don’t let go, I’m safer.
Hustling: If I don’t stop, I’m safer.

They’re not personality types.

You’re not “a Hider” or “a Hustler”.

And seeing one of these behaviours doesn’t prove there’s a Protective Pattern underneath it either.

Sometimes you’re private because you want to be private.

Sometimes you wait because waiting makes sense.

Sometimes you keep something because you genuinely want it.

Sometimes you work your arse off because you fucking love what you’re building.

Behaviour gives us somewhere to become curious. It doesn’t give us proof.

Protective Patterns™ just give us another place to look.

What might this choice be protecting?

What do I actually want?

And if I didn’t have to feel different first.. what would I choose?

Because the point isn’t to get rid of the protection.

It’s to make sure the protection isn’t making the decision without you.

🖤

#ProtectivePatterns #michaelapay

If you’re new here, hi. 👋🏼 I’m Michaela.

And if you’ve been here a while, this is probably a good time to reintroduce myself anyway.

I make people question the things they’ve already accepted as truth.

About themselves, business, healing, what they’re allowed to choose and who they think they need to become before they can move.

I’ve spent years sitting opposite people and following conversations wherever they go.

Sometimes that means asking the questions they weren’t expecting. Sometimes it means noticing something nobody has said out loud yet. Sometimes it means saying something that comes through and thinking, “Well, fuck. Apparently that’s where we’re going then.” 😂

But I don’t believe my job is to decide where somebody needs to end up.

Yes, I can bring intuition, Spirit, perspective, experience and challenge.

But the choice is still theirs.

That’s probably why I’ve become so interested in the things people have already accepted as true.

The explanations they’ve been given. The stories they’ve repeated. The conclusions they’ve reached about why they do what they do.

And whether any of those things are actually worth looking at again.

That’s where Protective Patterns™ came from.

Not as another way to put people into boxes. Not as a diagnosis. And not as a way of telling someone, “This is why you’re doing that.”

Hiding. Hesitating. Hoarding. Hustling.

They’re all possible ways protection may be influencing a choice.

The point is to get curious enough to understand what might be influencing the choice, so the choice can actually become yours.

You might choose to move or wait.

Let go or stay.

Rest or keep fucking going.

That bit belongs to you 😉

I don’t need to prove how powerful I am.

I know what I can do.

But however much I bring to the room, your life still belongs to you.

So be prepared because sooner or later, I’ll probably ask you:

Are you sure that’s true?

And if it isn’t?

Well.

Now we’ve got somewhere interesting to go. 🖤

If you’re new here, hi. 👋🏼 I’m Michaela.

And if you’ve been here a while, this is probably a good time to reintroduce myself anyway.

I make people question the things they’ve already accepted as truth.

About themselves, business, healing, what they’re allowed to choose and who they think they need to become before they can move.

I’ve spent years sitting opposite people and following conversations wherever they go.

Sometimes that means asking the questions they weren’t expecting. Sometimes it means noticing something nobody has said out loud yet. Sometimes it means saying something that comes through and thinking, “Well, fuck. Apparently that’s where we’re going then.” 😂

But I don’t believe my job is to decide where somebody needs to end up.

Yes, I can bring intuition, Spirit, perspective, experience and challenge.

But the choice is still theirs.

That’s probably why I’ve become so interested in the things people have already accepted as true.

The explanations they’ve been given. The stories they’ve repeated. The conclusions they’ve reached about why they do what they do.

And whether any of those things are actually worth looking at again.

That’s where Protective Patterns™ came from.

Not as another way to put people into boxes. Not as a diagnosis. And not as a way of telling someone, “This is why you’re doing that.”

Hiding. Hesitating. Hoarding. Hustling.

They’re all possible ways protection may be influencing a choice.

The point is to get curious enough to understand what might be influencing the choice, so the choice can actually become yours.

You might choose to move or wait.

Let go or stay.

Rest or keep fucking going.

That bit belongs to you 😉

I don’t need to prove how powerful I am.

I know what I can do.

But however much I bring to the room, your life still belongs to you.

So be prepared because sooner or later, I’ll probably ask you:

Are you sure that’s true?

And if it isn’t?

Well.

Now we’ve got somewhere interesting to go. 🖤

I really miss working with people.

There, I said it.

I miss having someone in front of me and having absolutely no idea where the conversation is going to go.

Listening. Asking the question they weren’t expecting. Following a thread neither of us knew was there five minutes earlier.

And that moment when something lands and they suddenly see something they couldn’t see before.

Because I know I’m bloody brilliant at it.

I’m not going to pretend I’m not.

I needed the time I took away. But I’m ready now.

I’m excited about my business again. I’m speaking on stage this week. I’m creating, recording, having conversations — and I want private work back in the mix too.

So before I go to Rhodes, I’m opening three private sessions.

Up to two hours. Just you and me.

I can’t tell you exactly what will happen, because I don’t know until you’re there.

We’ll talk. I’ll listen. I’ll ask questions. I’ll intuitively follow what’s going on for you and tell you what I’m seeing, hearing or feeling in real time.

Spirit might have something to say. There may be energetic work.

Or we might just talk.

What I won’t do is decide in advance what you need from me or promise you an outcome.

You might realise, “Fuck, I need to move.”

You might realise the exact opposite.

You might realise you could move and still choose not to.

That bit belongs to you.

I don’t have your answers and I’m not interested in pretending I do.

I’m interested in asking better questions, changing the perspective and showing you what you couldn’t see from where you were standing.

Then you choose.

Three private sessions before Rhodes.

Up to two hours with me.

£750 including VAT.

Link in comments. 🖤

Questions? DM me.

I really miss working with people.

There, I said it.

I miss having someone in front of me and having absolutely no idea where the conversation is going to go.

Listening. Asking the question they weren’t expecting. Following a thread neither of us knew was there five minutes earlier.

And that moment when something lands and they suddenly see something they couldn’t see before.

Because I know I’m bloody brilliant at it.

I’m not going to pretend I’m not.

I needed the time I took away. But I’m ready now.

I’m excited about my business again. I’m speaking on stage this week. I’m creating, recording, having conversations — and I want private work back in the mix too.

So before I go to Rhodes, I’m opening three private sessions.

Up to two hours. Just you and me.

I can’t tell you exactly what will happen, because I don’t know until you’re there.

We’ll talk. I’ll listen. I’ll ask questions. I’ll intuitively follow what’s going on for you and tell you what I’m seeing, hearing or feeling in real time.

Spirit might have something to say. There may be energetic work.

Or we might just talk.

What I won’t do is decide in advance what you need from me or promise you an outcome.

You might realise, “Fuck, I need to move.”

You might realise the exact opposite.

You might realise you could move and still choose not to.

That bit belongs to you.

I don’t have your answers and I’m not interested in pretending I do.

I’m interested in asking better questions, changing the perspective and showing you what you couldn’t see from where you were standing.

Then you choose.

Three private sessions before Rhodes.

Up to two hours with me.

£750 including VAT.

Link in comments. 🖤

Questions? DM me.

I bloody love Passenger.

On the drive to Brighton yesterday, I was making Kev listen to all the songs 🤣 because he doesn’t really know much of his stuff and I was telling him that one of the things I love most is that every song has a story behind it.

And then last night Passenger sang Victor’s Song.

He’d written it just a couple of months ago as part of a BBC Radio 2 project where musicians were asked to write songs about people whose lives had been touched or transformed by sport.

Passenger was given Victor’s story.

Victor was born in Sierra Leone and was just six years old when he was abducted, drugged and forced to fight in the civil war.

Six.

A little boy, scared shitless, given a gun.

Passenger told us how Victor eventually managed to go home, only to find that his mum and dad had both died. He’d been taken from them at six years old and never saw them again.

Eventually Victor made it to London, where he experienced homelessness and slept rough on a bench in Finsbury Park.

He was an Arsenal fan - as is Passenger - and Arsenal in the Community became part of his story too. He played football with them, did a photography course and today he works for a refugee charity and also assists Arsenal’s official photographers.

He got married.

And then Passenger told us something else.

Victor was there.

Last night.

Standing somewhere amongst the 5,000 people in that field, listening to Passenger sing his story.

And his wife was there with him too. 🥹

The whole place erupted in applause.

I looked at Kev and just went, “Wow.”

And then I said, “THAT is why I love this man.”

Because every song he sings has a story behind it.

Hearing the songs I absolutely adore was bloody brilliant. Getting to do it with Kev made it even better.

But knowing that Victor was standing there, with his wife, while thousands of people applauded him?

Yeah.

That’s the bit I’ll remember.

I bloody love Passenger.

On the drive to Brighton yesterday, I was making Kev listen to all the songs 🤣 because he doesn’t really know much of his stuff and I was telling him that one of the things I love most is that every song has a story behind it.

And then last night Passenger sang Victor’s Song.

He’d written it just a couple of months ago as part of a BBC Radio 2 project where musicians were asked to write songs about people whose lives had been touched or transformed by sport.

Passenger was given Victor’s story.

Victor was born in Sierra Leone and was just six years old when he was abducted, drugged and forced to fight in the civil war.

Six.

A little boy, scared shitless, given a gun.

Passenger told us how Victor eventually managed to go home, only to find that his mum and dad had both died. He’d been taken from them at six years old and never saw them again.

Eventually Victor made it to London, where he experienced homelessness and slept rough on a bench in Finsbury Park.

He was an Arsenal fan - as is Passenger - and Arsenal in the Community became part of his story too. He played football with them, did a photography course and today he works for a refugee charity and also assists Arsenal’s official photographers.

He got married.

And then Passenger told us something else.

Victor was there.

Last night.

Standing somewhere amongst the 5,000 people in that field, listening to Passenger sing his story.

And his wife was there with him too. 🥹

The whole place erupted in applause.

I looked at Kev and just went, “Wow.”

And then I said, “THAT is why I love this man.”

Because every song he sings has a story behind it.

Hearing the songs I absolutely adore was bloody brilliant. Getting to do it with Kev made it even better.

But knowing that Victor was standing there, with his wife, while thousands of people applauded him?

Yeah.

That’s the bit I’ll remember.

Brighton bound to see Passenger 😍😍

Brighton bound to see Passenger 😍😍

Yes, I know I’m late to the party but I finished Sons of Anarchy last night and I’ve gotta say, I’m disappointed 😂

Not because Jax died. He had to die. I knew that was coming and honestly, I thought his charter would be the ones to do it.

And I think I’d actually have preferred that?!

Because after SEVEN seasons of the club, the rules, the votes, what happens when you kill another member etc etc..

They just let him go?!

I know they made it look like he’d escaped but it felt like it undermined everything we’d spent seven seasons being told mattered.

And then the ending itself seemed to drag on FOREVER!!

The massive police chase with what felt like every police car in California following one bloke on a bike 🤣🤣

The music wasn’t helping.

Then he rides towards a lorry and..

that’s it.

I cried when Opie died. I was even emotional when Clay went and he was a dick 🤣

Jax dies after seven seasons and I’m just sat there like..

“Oh. Is that it?”

I wanted it to hurt more than that 😂

Please tell me I’m not the only one who thought the ending was a bit shit?!

Yes, I know I’m late to the party but I finished Sons of Anarchy last night and I’ve gotta say, I’m disappointed 😂

Not because Jax died. He had to die. I knew that was coming and honestly, I thought his charter would be the ones to do it.

And I think I’d actually have preferred that?!

Because after SEVEN seasons of the club, the rules, the votes, what happens when you kill another member etc etc..

They just let him go?!

I know they made it look like he’d escaped but it felt like it undermined everything we’d spent seven seasons being told mattered.

And then the ending itself seemed to drag on FOREVER!!

The massive police chase with what felt like every police car in California following one bloke on a bike 🤣🤣

The music wasn’t helping.

Then he rides towards a lorry and..

that’s it.

I cried when Opie died. I was even emotional when Clay went and he was a dick 🤣

Jax dies after seven seasons and I’m just sat there like..

“Oh. Is that it?”

I wanted it to hurt more than that 😂

Please tell me I’m not the only one who thought the ending was a bit shit?!

Drove all the way to Cornwall and back today to get my lashes done by LUXE Lash & Beauty, ready for Ideas Fest next week.

Yes, I am aware this is completely fucking ridiculous.

No, I do not regret it. 😂

Priorities.

Drove all the way to Cornwall and back today to get my lashes done by LUXE Lash & Beauty, ready for Ideas Fest next week.

Yes, I am aware this is completely fucking ridiculous.

No, I do not regret it. 😂

Priorities.

Well, this feels a bit surreal!

This time last year, I went to Ideas Fest.

I had a huge panic attack on day one and couldn’t bring myself to go back for day two.

Next week though, I am going back.

As a keynote speaker.

😂

And yes, I’m nervous.

Of course I am.

But I’m also ridiculously excited.

Speaking at The BIG Festoon last year felt like my first little opening back into an industry I’d been pretty quiet in for a long time.

This feels different.

Because now I’m not just coming back.

I’m building something again.

Something I properly believe in.

And I’m ready to start talking about it.

Which is probably just as well, because I’ve chosen a wonderfully uncontroversial subject for my talk:

What if healing is sabotaging your growth?

😂

Coming from someone who talks about healing, channels Spirit and uses healing modalities in her own work, I realise that might sound slightly contradictory.

It isn’t.

I’m not anti-healing.

I’m questioning when we decided that we have to heal, fix, clear or resolve every part of ourselves before we’re allowed to make the decision, take the risk or do the fucking thing.

Because maybe you don’t have to feel different before you choose different.

So yeah.

Ideas Fest 2025: panic attack and home after day one.

Ideas Fest 2026: keynote speaker.

And I’m not arriving because I finally became fearless.

I’m arriving nervous.

I’m just choosing to get on the fucking stage anyway.

See you at Ideas Fest. ❤️

Well, this feels a bit surreal!

This time last year, I went to Ideas Fest.

I had a huge panic attack on day one and couldn’t bring myself to go back for day two.

Next week though, I am going back.

As a keynote speaker.

😂

And yes, I’m nervous.

Of course I am.

But I’m also ridiculously excited.

Speaking at The BIG Festoon last year felt like my first little opening back into an industry I’d been pretty quiet in for a long time.

This feels different.

Because now I’m not just coming back.

I’m building something again.

Something I properly believe in.

And I’m ready to start talking about it.

Which is probably just as well, because I’ve chosen a wonderfully uncontroversial subject for my talk:

What if healing is sabotaging your growth?

😂

Coming from someone who talks about healing, channels Spirit and uses healing modalities in her own work, I realise that might sound slightly contradictory.

It isn’t.

I’m not anti-healing.

I’m questioning when we decided that we have to heal, fix, clear or resolve every part of ourselves before we’re allowed to make the decision, take the risk or do the fucking thing.

Because maybe you don’t have to feel different before you choose different.

So yeah.

Ideas Fest 2025: panic attack and home after day one.

Ideas Fest 2026: keynote speaker.

And I’m not arriving because I finally became fearless.

I’m arriving nervous.

I’m just choosing to get on the fucking stage anyway.

See you at Ideas Fest. ❤️

Can I tell you the most dangerous sentence in the personal development world?

“This is just who I am.”

Really?

Says who??

Who was it that decided you’re an overthinker?

Who was it that decided you’re bad with money?

Who was it that decided you’re the one who’s always gonna get hurt?

Who the fuck decided you’re not confident?

I think you became that person because, at some point in your life you needed to become that version.

We’ve normalised introducing ourselves by our survival.

“I’ve always been like this.”

Well…

Have you?

Really?

Or have you just been surviving like this for so long that you’ve forgotten there was ever any other way?

There’s a massive difference between your identity and your adaptation.

Your identity is who you are.

Fundamentally.

Your adaptation is who you became because life demanded more of you than it ever should have.

It was what you needed to survive.

And that’s why I don’t start by asking,

“Who are you?”

I start by asking,

“Who did you have to become?”

Because those are two completely different conversations.

One keeps you stuck in the loop of believing this is who you are.

The other sets you free..

Because suddenly you realise there’s a choice.

Maybe you don’t need fixing.

Maybe you just need introducing to yourself.

And that’s not the same thing.

So I’ll leave you with one question…

When you describe yourself…

Are you describing who you are?

Or are you describing who you had to become to survive?

🖤

Can I tell you the most dangerous sentence in the personal development world?

“This is just who I am.”

Really?

Says who??

Who was it that decided you’re an overthinker?

Who was it that decided you’re bad with money?

Who was it that decided you’re the one who’s always gonna get hurt?

Who the fuck decided you’re not confident?

I think you became that person because, at some point in your life you needed to become that version.

We’ve normalised introducing ourselves by our survival.

“I’ve always been like this.”

Well…

Have you?

Really?

Or have you just been surviving like this for so long that you’ve forgotten there was ever any other way?

There’s a massive difference between your identity and your adaptation.

Your identity is who you are.

Fundamentally.

Your adaptation is who you became because life demanded more of you than it ever should have.

It was what you needed to survive.

And that’s why I don’t start by asking,

“Who are you?”

I start by asking,

“Who did you have to become?”

Because those are two completely different conversations.

One keeps you stuck in the loop of believing this is who you are.

The other sets you free..

Because suddenly you realise there’s a choice.

Maybe you don’t need fixing.

Maybe you just need introducing to yourself.

And that’s not the same thing.

So I’ll leave you with one question…

When you describe yourself…

Are you describing who you are?

Or are you describing who you had to become to survive?

🖤

A nice little date evening.. seeing Michael at the cinema, a seafront walk, winning teddies in the arcade, a ferris wheel, cocktails and a curry..

Couldn’t be more content right now 🥰

A nice little date evening.. seeing Michael at the cinema, a seafront walk, winning teddies in the arcade, a ferris wheel, cocktails and a curry..

Couldn’t be more content right now 🥰

19 years ago today you made me a mum. And nothing has ever been the same since. 🤍

One tiny cry and you rewrote everything. The meaning of love. The shape of my days. The size of my heart.
You didn’t just arrive, you landed.

And this past year. Oh God, this past year.
You walked into a new city, a new life, and you found your people. Real ones. You threw yourself into the music that has always lived so deeply in you and you let it carry you. You faced things that would have broken someone less brave and you did not break. You bent, you wavered, and then you stood back up.
I watched all of it. Every single bit of it.

And I have never been more proud of anyone in my entire life.
You fought for this life, my love. And this life is so lucky to have you in it.

Music was always going to be your language. You’ve always spoken in feeling; in the things beneath the words, in the spaces between them. And now you’re learning to truly speak it. I cannot wait to watch where it takes you.

My heart aches with missing you and bursts with pride at the same time. Both things, all at once. You’ve taught me that’s allowed.

Go write your songs, my darling girl. Play the notes only you can hear. I’ll be right here; your biggest fan, your soft place to land, the one cheering loudest from the wings.

With me, you are forever, unconditionally, home. 🤍

Happy 19th Birthday, Princess. The world is listening.

Play boldly. Love deeply. Stand tall. Come home when you need to. And never, ever forget how loved you are. 🎵👑🌙

19 years ago today you made me a mum. And nothing has ever been the same since. 🤍

One tiny cry and you rewrote everything. The meaning of love. The shape of my days. The size of my heart.
You didn’t just arrive, you landed.

And this past year. Oh God, this past year.
You walked into a new city, a new life, and you found your people. Real ones. You threw yourself into the music that has always lived so deeply in you and you let it carry you. You faced things that would have broken someone less brave and you did not break. You bent, you wavered, and then you stood back up.
I watched all of it. Every single bit of it.

And I have never been more proud of anyone in my entire life.
You fought for this life, my love. And this life is so lucky to have you in it.

Music was always going to be your language. You’ve always spoken in feeling; in the things beneath the words, in the spaces between them. And now you’re learning to truly speak it. I cannot wait to watch where it takes you.

My heart aches with missing you and bursts with pride at the same time. Both things, all at once. You’ve taught me that’s allowed.

Go write your songs, my darling girl. Play the notes only you can hear. I’ll be right here; your biggest fan, your soft place to land, the one cheering loudest from the wings.

With me, you are forever, unconditionally, home. 🤍

Happy 19th Birthday, Princess. The world is listening.

Play boldly. Love deeply. Stand tall. Come home when you need to. And never, ever forget how loved you are. 🎵👑🌙

43. 🌑✨🔥
Yesterday, I turned 43. And beneath last night’s new moon, I reflected.
Because this past year has not been another chapter.
It has been an initiation.
It has stretched me, humbled me, cracked me wide open and healed parts of my heart I didn’t even realise were still aching. I have cried oceans, broken cycles and called my power back from every place I abandoned myself.
This year did not break me.
It revealed me.
And while my heart was healing, my vision was expanding.
I chose to rise. To invest. To build. To stop playing smaller than my potential. I backed myself with the best mentors, the highest levels of guidance - yes, it was expensive, and worth every penny.
I also did something that terrified me more than I expected:
I asked.
Clearly.
Directly.
Without apology.
And within minutes, I had paying clients.
Because my power was never the problem.
My permission was.
The woman I am today is not the woman I was a year ago.
She is softer, but not smaller.
Wiser, but wilder.
Healed, powerful, discerning and deeply unavailable for anything that dishonours where she is going.
43 feels like alignment.
Like abundance.
Like a divine threshold crossed.
So I don’t enter this chapter quietly.
I enter as the woman who survived her own becoming and decided to build an empire from it. 🌙🔥👑

43. 🌑✨🔥
Yesterday, I turned 43. And beneath last night’s new moon, I reflected.
Because this past year has not been another chapter.
It has been an initiation.
It has stretched me, humbled me, cracked me wide open and healed parts of my heart I didn’t even realise were still aching. I have cried oceans, broken cycles and called my power back from every place I abandoned myself.
This year did not break me.
It revealed me.
And while my heart was healing, my vision was expanding.
I chose to rise. To invest. To build. To stop playing smaller than my potential. I backed myself with the best mentors, the highest levels of guidance - yes, it was expensive, and worth every penny.
I also did something that terrified me more than I expected:
I asked.
Clearly.
Directly.
Without apology.
And within minutes, I had paying clients.
Because my power was never the problem.
My permission was.
The woman I am today is not the woman I was a year ago.
She is softer, but not smaller.
Wiser, but wilder.
Healed, powerful, discerning and deeply unavailable for anything that dishonours where she is going.
43 feels like alignment.
Like abundance.
Like a divine threshold crossed.
So I don’t enter this chapter quietly.
I enter as the woman who survived her own becoming and decided to build an empire from it. 🌙🔥👑

⚒️🫧Forever 41 🫧⚒️

Today marks five heavenly birthdays, which if I’m honest, still seems completely impossible.

Five birthdays.

Five years of getting up and facing each day without him and yet somehow, that’s exactly what we’ve done.

And he would be so incredibly proud of that.

Words don’t do justice to the hole he left in our lives and, despite us moving forwards, we will never move on.

Not really.

Not from him.

I miss him like crazy; that will never change. Every single day I thank him for the signs he sends me to show me he’s near; the ones that stop me in my tracks and remind me that love doesn’t end, it just changes shape.

I genuinely couldn’t do life without those signs.

Si wasn’t only my husband. He was my rock and my biggest cheerleader. He supported me in my dreams, picked me up when I fell, and celebrated when I flew. He wiped my tears, held my hand, and encouraged me forward and I carry every single bit of that with me through every opportunity and circumstance.

I am so incredibly proud to have been his wife. I cherish the few short years we had together and I am eternally grateful beyond words for the life we created.

And oh, Payer, the kids. The kids are flying!

Cameron is out there in the world of motorsport, doing what he loves, getting his hands dirty and his heart full - he’s exactly the kind of man you’d have wanted him to become.

And Lou is spreading her wings at university, stepping into her own story with that quiet courage that reminds me of you every single day.

You’d be insanely proud of them both. Cheering them on, encouraging them as only you could and I know, with everything I have, that you are. Every single step of the way.

I hope that wherever you are, there’s a cold cider always on tap and a BBQ always near.

Si, you will be forever blowing bubbles in my heart.

You are endlessly missed and infinitely loved.

5012, Payer.

Always.

⚒️🫧Forever 41 🫧⚒️

Today marks five heavenly birthdays, which if I’m honest, still seems completely impossible.

Five birthdays.

Five years of getting up and facing each day without him and yet somehow, that’s exactly what we’ve done.

And he would be so incredibly proud of that.

Words don’t do justice to the hole he left in our lives and, despite us moving forwards, we will never move on.

Not really.

Not from him.

I miss him like crazy; that will never change. Every single day I thank him for the signs he sends me to show me he’s near; the ones that stop me in my tracks and remind me that love doesn’t end, it just changes shape.

I genuinely couldn’t do life without those signs.

Si wasn’t only my husband. He was my rock and my biggest cheerleader. He supported me in my dreams, picked me up when I fell, and celebrated when I flew. He wiped my tears, held my hand, and encouraged me forward and I carry every single bit of that with me through every opportunity and circumstance.

I am so incredibly proud to have been his wife. I cherish the few short years we had together and I am eternally grateful beyond words for the life we created.

And oh, Payer, the kids. The kids are flying!

Cameron is out there in the world of motorsport, doing what he loves, getting his hands dirty and his heart full - he’s exactly the kind of man you’d have wanted him to become.

And Lou is spreading her wings at university, stepping into her own story with that quiet courage that reminds me of you every single day.

You’d be insanely proud of them both. Cheering them on, encouraging them as only you could and I know, with everything I have, that you are. Every single step of the way.

I hope that wherever you are, there’s a cold cider always on tap and a BBQ always near.

Si, you will be forever blowing bubbles in my heart.

You are endlessly missed and infinitely loved.

5012, Payer.

Always.

I mean, I can think of worse places to have a lunch stop on a sunny bank holiday Monday!

I mean, I can think of worse places to have a lunch stop on a sunny bank holiday Monday!

Popping my Bristol City cherry with this one today..!

I’m meant to be filming B-Roll over the next few days so I’ll be adding lots to my stories as we go - keep an eye out because I’m jetting off all over the place!

Popping my Bristol City cherry with this one today..!

I’m meant to be filming B-Roll over the next few days so I’ll be adding lots to my stories as we go - keep an eye out because I’m jetting off all over the place!

Tonight saw this one’s debut into live ska, courtesy of The Dualers. An awesome night with awesome people.. and I honestly don’t think I could love this one more 🥰

Tonight saw this one’s debut into live ska, courtesy of The Dualers. An awesome night with awesome people.. and I honestly don’t think I could love this one more 🥰

Having spirit remind me they’re with me every single day.. even when I’m on holiday in Wales! 🦚✨🔮

Having spirit remind me they’re with me every single day.. even when I’m on holiday in Wales! 🦚✨🔮

Anyone else wanna just go outside coz it’s sunny and bin off the office??

Yeah, me too!

Anyone else wanna just go outside coz it’s sunny and bin off the office??

Yeah, me too!

You don’t need to announce every decision.
But you do need to make it.

There’s a difference.

Most people aren’t stuck because they’re confused.

They’re stuck because they’re in a situationship with themselves.

Softening the boundary.
Delaying the conversation.
Calling it discernment when it’s just fear in a silk robe.

You can feel it in your body when you’re circling.

That low hum of almost.
The mental rehearsal that never becomes action.
The version of you that knows… but keeps asking for a sign.

Sweetheart, you’ve had seventeen.

Calm doesn’t mean uncertain.
Quiet doesn’t mean evolved.

“I just need more time” stopped being wisdom about six months ago.

Now it’s avoidance with a vision board on top.

You don’t need another journal prompt.
You need a backbone.

Some thresholds are crossed loudly.

Some are crossed in the dark, in your chest, at 2am when you finally stop performing for your own comfort.

If you’re standing at one right now

You’re not confused.
You’re negotiating.

And you’re tired.

That’s the work.

The Threshold is 30 days where circling isn’t an option.

Five private spaces.
Monday.

You don’t need to announce every decision.
But you do need to make it.

There’s a difference.

Most people aren’t stuck because they’re confused.

They’re stuck because they’re in a situationship with themselves.

Softening the boundary.
Delaying the conversation.
Calling it discernment when it’s just fear in a silk robe.

You can feel it in your body when you’re circling.

That low hum of almost.
The mental rehearsal that never becomes action.
The version of you that knows… but keeps asking for a sign.

Sweetheart, you’ve had seventeen.

Calm doesn’t mean uncertain.
Quiet doesn’t mean evolved.

“I just need more time” stopped being wisdom about six months ago.

Now it’s avoidance with a vision board on top.

You don’t need another journal prompt.
You need a backbone.

Some thresholds are crossed loudly.

Some are crossed in the dark, in your chest, at 2am when you finally stop performing for your own comfort.

If you’re standing at one right now

You’re not confused.
You’re negotiating.

And you’re tired.

That’s the work.

The Threshold is 30 days where circling isn’t an option.

Five private spaces.
Monday.

You can hold the line in your life
and still soften into the people who matter.

Daughter home from uni.
Fish and chips, pjs and blankets on the sofa watching trash tv.

That’s the whole post.

You can hold the line in your life
and still soften into the people who matter.

Daughter home from uni.
Fish and chips, pjs and blankets on the sofa watching trash tv.

That’s the whole post.

Most people don’t lack clarity.

They lack commitment to the decision they’ve already made.

You can journal it.
Talk it through.
Pull another card.
Ask another friend.
Wait for another sign.

But if you’re honest — you already know.

What keeps you circling isn’t confusion.
It’s the moment you realise choosing means becoming someone different.

And that’s the threshold.

This isn’t about business.
It’s not just about relationships.
It’s not just about life direction.

It’s about who you’re willing to be once you stop renegotiating with yourself.

The Threshold opens Monday.

If you know — you know.

#thethreshold #stopcircling #personalleadership #identityshift #holdtheline

Most people don’t lack clarity.

They lack commitment to the decision they’ve already made.

You can journal it.
Talk it through.
Pull another card.
Ask another friend.
Wait for another sign.

But if you’re honest — you already know.

What keeps you circling isn’t confusion.
It’s the moment you realise choosing means becoming someone different.

And that’s the threshold.

This isn’t about business.
It’s not just about relationships.
It’s not just about life direction.

It’s about who you’re willing to be once you stop renegotiating with yourself.

The Threshold opens Monday.

If you know — you know.

#thethreshold #stopcircling #personalleadership #identityshift #holdtheline

You’ve drawn the line.
But have you held it?

There’s a difference between the moment you decide something and the moment it’s tested.

Most people are brilliant at deciding.
Deciding feels like progress. It feels like change.

But then the decision arrives.
The conversation that needs to happen.
The price that needs to hold.
The boundary that needs to mean something.
The version of you that would actually have the thing you say you want.

And you negotiate.

Not dramatically. Quietly. Reasonably.

You find the version of the decision that feels safer.
Less exposed.
Less likely to be misunderstood or rejected or alone.

And you call that being careful.
Being realistic.
Being kind.

But what if safe is the thing keeping you small?

Your nervous system isn’t trying to sabotage you. It’s trying to protect you.
It just can’t tell the difference between danger and growth.
Between a threat and a threshold.

So it keeps you circling.
Softening.
Renegotiating with the version of you that already knows how to survive where you are.

The holding is where it gets quiet and uncomfortable and real.

The silence after you don’t reply.
The price that doesn’t move.
The decision you don’t explain.

This shows up in your business.
In your relationships.
In the conversations you keep almost having.
In the life you keep almost choosing.

The expansion you want lives on the other side of the thing you keep making safer.

And at some point, you have to decide whether you want comfort more than you want growth.

The Threshold is where we stop negotiating with the safer version of you.

5 private spaces open Monday.
30 days. £555. Private access.

If you’re done circling, you know where to find me.

You’ve drawn the line.
But have you held it?

There’s a difference between the moment you decide something and the moment it’s tested.

Most people are brilliant at deciding.
Deciding feels like progress. It feels like change.

But then the decision arrives.
The conversation that needs to happen.
The price that needs to hold.
The boundary that needs to mean something.
The version of you that would actually have the thing you say you want.

And you negotiate.

Not dramatically. Quietly. Reasonably.

You find the version of the decision that feels safer.
Less exposed.
Less likely to be misunderstood or rejected or alone.

And you call that being careful.
Being realistic.
Being kind.

But what if safe is the thing keeping you small?

Your nervous system isn’t trying to sabotage you. It’s trying to protect you.
It just can’t tell the difference between danger and growth.
Between a threat and a threshold.

So it keeps you circling.
Softening.
Renegotiating with the version of you that already knows how to survive where you are.

The holding is where it gets quiet and uncomfortable and real.

The silence after you don’t reply.
The price that doesn’t move.
The decision you don’t explain.

This shows up in your business.
In your relationships.
In the conversations you keep almost having.
In the life you keep almost choosing.

The expansion you want lives on the other side of the thing you keep making safer.

And at some point, you have to decide whether you want comfort more than you want growth.

The Threshold is where we stop negotiating with the safer version of you.

5 private spaces open Monday.
30 days. £555. Private access.

If you’re done circling, you know where to find me.

There comes a point where you stop explaining yourself and just draw the line.

I used to think that meant being difficult. Hard. Closed off. Unwilling.

I’ve learned it means the opposite.

No dramatic announcement. No apology for who you’ve become. Just a quiet, non-negotiable decision that you are no longer available for the things that drain you, diminish you, or keep you small.

In business - the clients who don’t value your time. The opportunities that ask you to shrink. The people who want the result but not the investment.

In relationships - the ones where you give everything and slowly realise the exchange was never equal. Where you lose pieces of yourself so quietly you almost don’t notice. Where someone needed you confused to keep you close.

In friendships - where you’re always the one showing up, holding space, sending the message first. That’s not friendship. That’s you practising loyalty with someone who was practising convenience.

In your own inner dialogue - the voice that told you to be grateful for less than you deserved. That told you you were too much, or not enough, or both at the same time. Sometimes the hardest line to draw is the one between who you were told you were and who you actually are.

I’ve drawn that line.

Not from bitterness. Not from a wound. From clarity.

The right people step forward. The wrong ones quietly step back.

And the space that opens up? That’s where the real life actually happens.

I am no longer available for situations that require me to abandon myself to stay in them.

You don’t have to be available for everything. You’re not a vending machine.

Know your line. Hold it.
🖤🔥

There comes a point where you stop explaining yourself and just draw the line.

I used to think that meant being difficult. Hard. Closed off. Unwilling.

I’ve learned it means the opposite.

No dramatic announcement. No apology for who you’ve become. Just a quiet, non-negotiable decision that you are no longer available for the things that drain you, diminish you, or keep you small.

In business - the clients who don’t value your time. The opportunities that ask you to shrink. The people who want the result but not the investment.

In relationships - the ones where you give everything and slowly realise the exchange was never equal. Where you lose pieces of yourself so quietly you almost don’t notice. Where someone needed you confused to keep you close.

In friendships - where you’re always the one showing up, holding space, sending the message first. That’s not friendship. That’s you practising loyalty with someone who was practising convenience.

In your own inner dialogue - the voice that told you to be grateful for less than you deserved. That told you you were too much, or not enough, or both at the same time. Sometimes the hardest line to draw is the one between who you were told you were and who you actually are.

I’ve drawn that line.

Not from bitterness. Not from a wound. From clarity.

The right people step forward. The wrong ones quietly step back.

And the space that opens up? That’s where the real life actually happens.

I am no longer available for situations that require me to abandon myself to stay in them.

You don’t have to be available for everything. You’re not a vending machine.

Know your line. Hold it.
🖤🔥

Last night someone sat on my bed. 😳
Not a feeling. An actual physical imprint in the duvet, like someone had quietly taken their seat beside me.
I’d heard a noise earlier that night. Checked the room. Nobody there.
I wasn’t scared. I didn’t light a candle or reach for the sage. I just said out loud, I’m trying to get back to sleep. Is there anything you need from me right now?
And then I went back to sleep.🤣
Because that connection isn’t going anywhere. It can wait till morning. It always can.
This is what people don’t understand about what I carry. They imagine the sideshow. The oracle cards on the velvet cloth. The rabbit out of a hat. The dove from the sleeve. And I get it, because that’s the version of psychic that’s been made palatable.🔮
I’m not doing that.
What’s left after everything I walked through is the most potent, undiluted version of me that has ever existed. No performance. No charade.
And what I carry now is different.
You already know your next step. You’ve known it for a while. What you don’t know is why you can’t take it. And the reason is something you’ve been carrying so long it doesn’t feel like something else anymore. It just feels like you. Like your fingerprints.🫆
Except it’s not. It’s a pattern. And patterns can be broken.
Revenue is a symptom. I work on the cause.
I am not returning to what I had. I am arriving somewhere I have never been before.
And if something in you just felt that, you already know what to do.
🖤🔥

Last night someone sat on my bed. 😳
Not a feeling. An actual physical imprint in the duvet, like someone had quietly taken their seat beside me.
I’d heard a noise earlier that night. Checked the room. Nobody there.
I wasn’t scared. I didn’t light a candle or reach for the sage. I just said out loud, I’m trying to get back to sleep. Is there anything you need from me right now?
And then I went back to sleep.🤣
Because that connection isn’t going anywhere. It can wait till morning. It always can.
This is what people don’t understand about what I carry. They imagine the sideshow. The oracle cards on the velvet cloth. The rabbit out of a hat. The dove from the sleeve. And I get it, because that’s the version of psychic that’s been made palatable.🔮
I’m not doing that.
What’s left after everything I walked through is the most potent, undiluted version of me that has ever existed. No performance. No charade.
And what I carry now is different.
You already know your next step. You’ve known it for a while. What you don’t know is why you can’t take it. And the reason is something you’ve been carrying so long it doesn’t feel like something else anymore. It just feels like you. Like your fingerprints.🫆
Except it’s not. It’s a pattern. And patterns can be broken.
Revenue is a symptom. I work on the cause.
I am not returning to what I had. I am arriving somewhere I have never been before.
And if something in you just felt that, you already know what to do.
🖤🔥

I am not a coach. I have never been a coach really.
This is not semantics. This is not a rebrand.
This is a line in the sand.
I stopped coaching. I started channeling. And that one shift changed everything. My gifts have grown sharper, deeper, more potent than I knew was possible. The business I had before and the business I have now are not the same thing. They share a name. That’s it.
I am a healer. A seer. A psychic. An oracle. The bridge between what is and what is meant to be. Spirit stands beside me — closer than ever, moving through me with a precision and power that takes my breath away.
And I will speak.
I will speak when I shouldn’t speak. I have done it across this lifetime and others, and I have paid for it every single time. There is a particular punishment reserved for women who see too much and refuse to soften the truth. I have felt it. I have worn it. And I am still here. Still speaking. Nothing has ever been able to stop it for long.
I will not be flattened into a category. I refuse to be associated with pseudo-spiritualism, vague guesswork, or the toxic positivity infecting this industry like a plague.
I am not here to give you answers. I am here to help you find better questions. The ones that crack you open and change the trajectory of everything. I hold up a mirror — clear and unflinching — and I will not look away from who you actually are, even when you want me to.
I have closed doors on misaligned connections. Not with anger. Not with drama. But with the absolute clarity of a woman who knows where she is going. Leadership is not just about who you call in. It is about what you are willing to walk away from. Discernment is one of the most sacred things I carry.
I have walked through the fire. I did not come out softer or smaller.
I came out fiercer.
Not a coach. Not a consultant. Not a strategist dressed in spiritual language.
A psychic. A healer. A seer. An oracle. The bridge. The fire. The unfiltered woman who has spoken across lifetimes, paid for it, and shown up anyway.
The phoenix doesn’t apologise for the fire.
Watch what happens next. 🖤🔥

I am not a coach. I have never been a coach really.
This is not semantics. This is not a rebrand.
This is a line in the sand.
I stopped coaching. I started channeling. And that one shift changed everything. My gifts have grown sharper, deeper, more potent than I knew was possible. The business I had before and the business I have now are not the same thing. They share a name. That’s it.
I am a healer. A seer. A psychic. An oracle. The bridge between what is and what is meant to be. Spirit stands beside me — closer than ever, moving through me with a precision and power that takes my breath away.
And I will speak.
I will speak when I shouldn’t speak. I have done it across this lifetime and others, and I have paid for it every single time. There is a particular punishment reserved for women who see too much and refuse to soften the truth. I have felt it. I have worn it. And I am still here. Still speaking. Nothing has ever been able to stop it for long.
I will not be flattened into a category. I refuse to be associated with pseudo-spiritualism, vague guesswork, or the toxic positivity infecting this industry like a plague.
I am not here to give you answers. I am here to help you find better questions. The ones that crack you open and change the trajectory of everything. I hold up a mirror — clear and unflinching — and I will not look away from who you actually are, even when you want me to.
I have closed doors on misaligned connections. Not with anger. Not with drama. But with the absolute clarity of a woman who knows where she is going. Leadership is not just about who you call in. It is about what you are willing to walk away from. Discernment is one of the most sacred things I carry.
I have walked through the fire. I did not come out softer or smaller.
I came out fiercer.
Not a coach. Not a consultant. Not a strategist dressed in spiritual language.
A psychic. A healer. A seer. An oracle. The bridge. The fire. The unfiltered woman who has spoken across lifetimes, paid for it, and shown up anyway.
The phoenix doesn’t apologise for the fire.
Watch what happens next. 🖤🔥

Four years. Forty eight months.

1461 days without you.

Time hasn’t healed anything, Payer. It’s just taught me how to carry the weight differently.

People see the posts, the smiles, the business success and think I’ve moved on.

But moving forward isn’t moving on.

I’m still crying. Still hurting. Still missing you every single day.

As a widow, you don’t just lose your person, you lose your entire life and have to rebuild from nothing. While everyone else gets to miss him and continue their lives, you have to become someone you never wanted to be.

You’ve missed so much. The kids leaving home - our son as a racecar mechanic, our daughter at university. First pints, new beginnings, watching them become remarkable young adults without you here to guide them.

I left Cornwall. The place where we built our final memories, where you took your last breath, where I learned what being a widow meant. It was time to stop living in the ghost of what we were.

I talk about you on stage now. Share our story with hundreds. I’ve rebuilt my business, I’m back helping entrepreneurs break through their ceilings. You’d be proud.

I’ve met someone. He makes me smile, holds me when I cry - and I still cry so much, Si. But you’d want me to be happy. You’re not forgotten. You never will be.

I’m still angry you were taken. Still in pain. Still doing it anyway.

I carry you in everything - every client, every stage, every truth I speak, every tear I cry.

Forever blowing bubbles in my heart.

I love you, Payer.

5012 will never be enough xx

Four years. Forty eight months.

1461 days without you.

Time hasn’t healed anything, Payer. It’s just taught me how to carry the weight differently.

People see the posts, the smiles, the business success and think I’ve moved on.

But moving forward isn’t moving on.

I’m still crying. Still hurting. Still missing you every single day.

As a widow, you don’t just lose your person, you lose your entire life and have to rebuild from nothing. While everyone else gets to miss him and continue their lives, you have to become someone you never wanted to be.

You’ve missed so much. The kids leaving home - our son as a racecar mechanic, our daughter at university. First pints, new beginnings, watching them become remarkable young adults without you here to guide them.

I left Cornwall. The place where we built our final memories, where you took your last breath, where I learned what being a widow meant. It was time to stop living in the ghost of what we were.

I talk about you on stage now. Share our story with hundreds. I’ve rebuilt my business, I’m back helping entrepreneurs break through their ceilings. You’d be proud.

I’ve met someone. He makes me smile, holds me when I cry - and I still cry so much, Si. But you’d want me to be happy. You’re not forgotten. You never will be.

I’m still angry you were taken. Still in pain. Still doing it anyway.

I carry you in everything - every client, every stage, every truth I speak, every tear I cry.

Forever blowing bubbles in my heart.

I love you, Payer.

5012 will never be enough xx

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