This morning I woke up a little melancholy. Perhaps it was the drizzling rain. Perhaps it was the silver grey clouds. Perhaps it is the weight in my heart.
I read some Brendon Burchard before bed last night, and I was grateful that on a daily basis I get to hang out with and truly connect with people who live A Fully Charged Life – A Truly LIVED life. My circle of influence are outrageously self aware and generous souls who vibrate at a frequency that keeps me high and keep me attuned and in tune.
Over the years I have discovered that there are two types of Mentees. There are those who want to be seen to have a mentor but never take any action because they are either too lazy, or their egos are too big; and there are those who actually execute the teachings and take massive action. It is the action takers who I get obsessed about helping and guiding to reach the next level. A question I am often asked by many of them – ‘How do I find my purpose? How do I know what it is that I am meant to do in this life?’ The first distinction I make is this; we are not born automatically knowing what our life’s purpose is, so relax, chill out, there’s nothing wrong with you. The second distinction – there need not be solely one purpose in life. There can be many.
Dinner with my family on the last day of trading of our Crown St restaurant in December last year was one of those rare occasions where my parents, and almost all of my brothers and I, were in the same country (we were without Luke).
Upon leaving the restaurant, a silver haired gentleman chased after me and introduced himself. He had been dining with friends on the table behind us. His name is Louis. He wanted to tell me how much he cherished my book (his words not mine) and how it stirred emotions in him that brought back memories (some good and some not so good) of growing up in old world Vietnam. He had lost loved ones during the war. He fought back tears as he was sharing with me his stories.
I cut someone out of my life yesterday. It was a severe ‘cut all connecting cables’ with a very sharp axe kind of cut. A ‘once, twice, thrice and get the fuck out of my life’ kind of cut.
Like so many, we came to Australia with empty hands. We were poor and we had nothing. Every weekend we would look forward to our visits to Flemington Markets. But we never went there early like everyone else to score the best pickings.
So a couple of months ago, on an extremely humid afternoon, an elegant lady of a certain ago entered Red Lantern looking somewhat disheveled and out of sorts. Her grey hair was wind-blown, sweat beads had gathered on her forehead and her voice was shaking from anxiety.
am so deeply honoured and privileged to be included amongst these breathtakingly amazing women who have achieved so much and inspired so many. RARE BIRDS – AUSTRALIA’S 50 INFLUENTIAL WOMEN ENTREPRENEURS launched this week and what an inspiring night it was to be surrounded by such beauty, tenacity, determination, commitment and courage.