After initially feeling like an awkward loser, I decided to give less fucks and embrace my role as the guy who knows nothing.

Sometimes it’s go hard, sometimes it's go home, and only you can take action either way.

The older I get, the closer my circle becomes, and honestly, that’s great, because I am tired.

Keeping shame secret actually just makes it BIGGER, so let's shed some light on it!

In reality I am just a person who chooses to do a lot of really hard things at once.

Marriage didn’t work out? That’s OK, I just nailed a ring muscle up!

Back then, my training sessions began and ended with a cigarette, smoked whilst driving the 1km to the gym down the road, which, even 20 years ago, was fairly unorthodox.

I genuinely find comfort and reward in pushing myself to the point of burnout or injury, because this validates my need to feel like I’m doing enough, and that I am, in fact, enough.

My self imposed mission is to help people recognise their strengths, both physically and mentally, and embrace who they are without necessarily needing to see this effort and progress reflected in the mirror.

When I bang on about helping people find strength, I don’t think I really mean in a deadlift.

Whilst I won’t be dancing around Mardi Gras wearing a strap on, it’s safe to say I’m pretty fucking proud of who I am.

The motivation spurred on by a negative experience is undeniable. It’s like post-traumatic growth, but with two middle fingers and a sneer. 

I’m not going to go ahead and claim I’m some ballsy bitch who gave their job the middle finger and leapt straight into launching their own business.

I was doing this, I had no idea fucking how, but I was. I wasn’t really back to ‘me’ yet, but I was on my way.

“Whether you think you can or you think you can’t, you’re right.”

Sometimes we just want to be shitty, and indignant, and pissed off.

It’s not realistic to expect that one day, everything will just magically be OK and we will all live happily ever after without mental illness.

A wise woman once told me that the most satisfying things in life are hard (lol) and she was bloody spot on.

Joy, love, kindness…all that warm fuzzy shit…is what people need right now. And spoons.

Try not to be the dickhead that criticises someone else for how they’re coping.