Self-Centred: Fears Blown, One-on-One Magic & JOY

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preoccupied with oneself and one’s affairs: he’s far too self-centered to care what you do

So firstly, I’ve been spelling Self-Centred wrong this whole time. Oh well, too late now, may as well run with it!

And secondly, I declare an informal screwing of this dictionary definition, because I tell you what, with each and every week, I’m realising that self-centredness is a covert adventure of generosity and enthusiasm. When I’m full, and inspired, and feeling lovely and sweet, then so’s the world around me. So’s my husband. So’s the weather! I can shower my joy over my clients and friends and anyone else who’ll take it. And on that note, want some?

The sunrise walk with my beautiful best friend who I miss terribly already. The 12 000+ words I’ve clocked up for my book. The scrap-book I’m compiling for a not-so-distant photo shoot. The beyond ridiculous synchronicities that keep showing up- I have to laugh sometimes- in disbelief and wonder. And life changing one-on-one sessions with my clients. I can’t emphasise this enough- I start my week of ‘work’ smiling from ear to ear. ‘Oh my God HOW ARE YOU!?’ is normally what gets squawked at these girls when they pick up. I truly am their biggest fan, fo’ sho’. Buckwheat bark. Meditating with my seagull friends at the park, and shifting my office to the lounge room. Y’know, just ’cause…

Oh Hey! If you’re interested, here’s how I manifested a spot in THIS Writer’s Mastermind…

Yesterday, one of my friends said to me- You know Tara, from the outside, it looks as though you’re constantly choosing the hardest and most challenging things- and going for it!

Here’s my philosophy on life: You simply CANNOT live a deeply fulfilling life if you’re not taking risks. I promise you that, dear heart. Risks are worth it. Failing is worth it. Getting rejected is worth it. Was applying for Bali worth it? Yup.

13 people. 28 days. Bali. Mastin Kipp. A book will be birthed.

And baby, one of those lucky 13 is yours truly. For something a little random, a little playful- and perhaps a little insightful, let me share with you how this thing eventuated.

1. I listened to my guardian angel.

My beautiful friend, Yvette Luciano, is a living, breathing Oracle walking among us, I swear to God. When she talks, I listen. She’s the precious soul who got me on stage, suggested I evolve Party Girls into a book, and subtly directed me to check out Mastin’s Retreat. She is more intuitive that she could possibly realise.

Key take away: That person in your life who has the ability to transform everything they touch into gold? Listen to them. Trust them.

2. I listened to my body.

Before I’d finished watching the promo video for the retreat, I’d made up my mind. And when I say that, I don’t mean that I’d decided I was going to apply. My whole body said ‘yep, we’re going.’ It was a cellular realisation. A decision that beamed straight out of my DNA.

Key take away: It’s ALL about body awareness, and this involves massive trust. Of course your mind will try and interject with huge opportunities such as this. Sabotage is that name of the ego’s game. He’s got over half a million people on his email list! There’s only 13 spots in this retreat, and you seriously think that YOU’RE worthy of one? You’re kidding yourself. Oh, sweet fearful voice in my head, I don’t think you quite understand. My body knows best. You can stay here in Burleigh for the month if you like, but I’m going to Bali.

Check back to this video on loving the Bitch in your head.

3. I submitted a bullshit-free application.

Question: How will your book suffer if you do NOT come to Bali?

Answer: To be really honest, I’ve already promised this book that it’s going to come into form, with or without this retreat. But I want the space and the romance of Bali to help me bring more of my story to the table. I need the build up of energy and intention that comes with dedicating a whole month to the spirit of this book…

Key take away: Don’t lie to get what you want. Show up with integrity and be honest. And don’t forget to back yourself.

4. I got my tribe on board. Hey, that’s you!

‘Send me some good vibes, peeps!’ And you did. Thank you! Cheers to co-creation.

Key take away: Tell people what you’re up to! Rally ’em up!

5. Authenticity, always.

Before my Skype ‘interview’, my heart was freaking pounding out of my chest. Here we go! Let’s get this show on the road!

‘Hi!’ I said, smiley.

‘Oh my God, you’re SO cute!’ she squealed.

She must have liked my pink beanie and smudged eye makeup.

Okay, we’re off to a good start, I thought.

Bed hair for the win.

Key take away: Hhhmmm. I don’t want to be a bad influence. Maybe there’s no key take away here. Bed hair and bad make-up isn’t exactly conducive to a killer manifestation plan. Just be you.

6. I let it go

“Incredible change happens in your life when you decide to take control of what you do have power over instead of craving control over what you don’t.”
― Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free

Key take away: Get on with your life.

And then, when your desires show up, smile, digest it, and get back to work.

How I celebrated Self-Centred Sundays this week…

First of all, I feel the need to publicly declare and celebrate the beautiful fact that I didn’t jump on my computer until 9am; and even then, it was to Skype with a friend (instead of checking emails). This is HUGE for me, and I hope it’s the beginning of a nourishing, continual routine for Self Centred Sundays. Throw in a meditation at the park, the most ginormous organic market haul ever, raw tacos, dessert and crystal healing with a friend, and an evening spent in the kitchen, and you have the makings for a very well-rested and inspired Tara on this sunny, gorgeous, Gold Coast Monday.

Waking up to fresh almond milk, kale chips, carrot-pulp fritters and bulk-juice-a-plenty is beyond awesome. How rad is food? Also, how rad is Eckhart Tolle? I devoured 50 pages of A New Earth last night, and I’m predicting that my inner hermit will be revelling in hours upon hours tucked away; just me and Eckhart.

Here’s how YOU celebrated…

Looking forward…

My intention for the coming week: JOY.

After three rather painful weeks apart (I really felt the extra week this time), Mr. Farmer is-a-comin-home.

I have my hands full with epic, epic clients.

And I start yoga teacher training.

JOY, come at me.

Okay, your turn. Two things. What’s your intention for this week (see if you can encapsulate it in just one word).

And, got something big on the horizon? An opportunity, a dream, a comfort zone that needs expanding? Let us know in the comments so we can beam you some good stuff!

Have a beautiful week ahead.