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I’m not the parent whose kid will turn up for gymnastics class with hair neat, clothes unstained, every piece tucked together just right …

I’m not the parent who will be on time, or remember the book to check off attendance, or stand around politely chatting with the other Mums before and afterwards, “I know-ing” about the state of the world and the weather …

I’m not the parent whose child stands orderly in line with the others, doing exactly what they’re told and exactly how they’re told to do it, or stopping right away when told to stop whacking another one on the butt …

I’m not the parent who sends her daughter off with perfectly braided hair, school lunch presented like it’s ready to be photographed for a Mummy blog, letters or forms all filled out neatly and returned with out also being shredded half to pieces and crumpled into a ball …

I’m not the parent who even remembers to WASH her kids half the time, is the truth of the matter!

A good chunk of the time I despair at my own inability to be organised just with the BASICS of this whole being a Mummy thing. I feel like even if I managed to put in the apparent time and military-like scheduling required to get it all together, I actually don’t think I’m CAPABLE of doing it the way the other Mums do.

Even my most carefully orchestrated braids take off at some point in their own random direction.

It took me an entire year of my daughter being in school before it occurred to me to wonder if homework was still a THING … and had she ever gotten any?!

So no –

I’m not that parent.

I’m not the neat one.

I’m not the one who remembers shit unless it’s put into my calendar in 14 different ways, including some sort of in person reminder at the last minute.

I’m not the one who will even think of the fact that school clothes need to be washed in order to be worn again … in theory.

I’m not the one who DOES it like the other Mums.

And if I wanted to let all this stuff get to me I suppose I would.

But instead, here is what I’ve chosen to do, on this journey of in some way leading and guiding these little ones whose lives I’ve been for now entrusted with:

I am the parent who will roll directly into the sand or the mud or the river or the sea with my kids.

I am the one who will put her phone down and watch while they take their class, not just because they get excited to see me watching (insist on it actually!), but also because when you lean INTO it it is fascinating to observe just how quickly they learn, absorb, apply.

I am the one who will let them dye their hair even if it’s against what all the other kids or the school have to say about it.

I am the Mum who will teach my kids that getting the top grades, if it’s something you want, is just about your beliefs and what you CHOOSE for yourself … and then I’ll teach them the ‘how’ of THAT. But no, I sure as heck aren’t going to sit down and do homework.

I am the one who will say ‘okay’ when my daughter suggests we leave the country for a month and go to Hawaii when there’s a huge traffic-nightmare-inducing event happening in our neighbourhood.

I am the one who will show them how to make money online just by playing and having fun.

I am the Mum who will let my son grow his hair down to his butt if that’s what he wants … although I MIGHT insist he has it washed once every month or two before it goes full dreadlock 

I am the one who will do my very best to keep them wild, create, free, and tapped in to who they really ARE, what they want, and what it is their souls came here to do.

When I was pregnant with my first child, I thought I would do it all perfectly –

No sugar, no gluten no exposure to the dastardly ways of the normal world.

Now … it’s a mess of worlds colliding together. We eat meat and vegetables for breakfast half the time, but I’ll just as easily get them French toast with syrup another day … in fact that’s exactly what we did today.

I’ll give a stern talking to about not quitting an extracurricular class … but have a serious conversation with their Dad about whether we actually should keep going with school at all.

I’ll require certain boundaries and rules to be followed … but teach them to question EVERYTHING the system or indeed anyone tells them.

I’ll directly argue against things they are taught by other adults in their lives, and explain why … but then sometimes my OWN fear of fitting in will come out to play and I’ll find myself hushing their natural exuberance in a public place.

I have no consistency.

There’s no method to my madness.

I have no idea what’s next.

And I’m quite certain I will NEVER nail the ‘always neat and polished thing’ (nor want to).

The truth is I’m just making it up as I go!

Sometimes that scares me –

I wonder if I’m a good Mum.

I wonder if I’m preparing them for life properly.

I wonder at so many things I perhaps should or COULD do.

ANd I despair at some of the things which come out of their mouths … or mine.

But here is what I do take heart in:

As best as I can, every day, same as in business and in every area of my life, I do what I’m guided to do from within.

I see the way the world demonstrates it, I consider it even at times, and then once again I find that in the end, the answers are ALWAYS to be found from turning in, tuning in, and asking –

“Yes, but what do I know is right for US?”

I might listen to how others say it has to be –

I might even smile, and nod my head politely –

But when all is said and done, being a Mum can’t really be any different from ANY other thing I do, which is to say –

Do whate I damn well want anyway.

The thing we have to remember, as parent, is that there are NO absolutes. There are ZERO finite ways that are universally correct. We have to figure it out ourselves. We GET to make it up as we go, but also we HAVE to.

It’s a responsibility.
It’s scary.
And we may well spend our entire lives questioning certain things.

It’s about realising that that’s okay … it’s allowed … it’s actually the ONLY way … and there is NO way that we’re ever going to look back and think “thank God I did what everybody told me, made sure my kisd fit in, taught them how to conform”.

So when you find yourself rolling your eyes at yourself –

Bemoaning the fact that everything is always SO all over the place –

Or feeling the pain of your child as they battle between their own will and their natural desire to be accepted –


Take heart.

Tune IN.

And remember –

Intuition ALWAYS knows the way.

You were born with the blueprint for this.

It doesn’t matter what a SINGLE other person is doing, or saying.

Here is what matters, I believe –

Did you stare into their eyes?

Did you look into their soul?

Did you see the wonder they were born with?

And did you allow it to grow, or did you teach it that it must go.

It’s the same for us too, actually.

The whole damn point is to let your soul fly.

And show them how to free theirs.

That’s the kind of parent I want to be.

It’s still mayhem and screaming half the time.

And I go against even my OWN rules for flow just as often.

I think the rest of the point, though, is to at some point realise – nobody ever said that flow meant order.

Chaos breeds creativity, and flow comes FROM the mess.

And that perhaps –

Is the point of all of it.

That’s all …

Don’t forget –

Life is Now. Press Play.

Kat x


Fuck the system; screw the rules.
Won’t do what they told me.
Too much.

Should I go on? I could, but I think you get the picture.

You’re the one who is not only not like the other PEOPLE, you’re also not like the other entrepreneurs.

They, they actually think they’re different; non-conformists?! Don’t make me laugh. You and I both see it as it is:

They just wanna be told how to build a pretty little website and a pretty little social media page or three and a pretty little online product or course and get their pretty little headshots and do a pretty little pre-scripted dance all over the internet so that other equally pretty fucking bland and boring and same same-y peoples pay them money,

And they can all sit in a pretty little womans circle together patting each other linking elbows and stroking each others hair and singing Kumbaya as the sun sets over another day of sinking ever deeper into the unremarkableness that is their lives.

They are the ones who are not only willing to jump through hoops, they also want to build more hoops for other people; they want to perpetuate the hoop jumping life and their whole sales pitch is basically some version of “I will help you to have a better and shinier hoop, come see!”



Meanwhile, you –

You’ve tried the hoop-jumping life, maybe more than what you care to admit. And, whilst you’ve nothing against sitting around with other ladeez and stroking each others hair, you and your girls; the real ones?

You don’t exactly fit in in the typical woman’s circle.

You don’t feel at home with the pretty-preneurs, not even on the internet let alone in real life.

You don’t actually GIVE a fuck about having all your shit perfect,


And just so –

And the idea of having sales and marketing and content processes which you have to systematically pre-plan and then work through and endlessly join dots with?

Makes you want to hurl.

Sure –

You’ve bought in at times to do the idea that maybe you DO gotta do it as they say.

An automated webinar, perhaps?? Facebook ads which carefully and smartly tell the world who you are and how you can help? A sales plan proven and tested by the greats. The gradual sinking slow decline of your soul, your joy, your dreams, and even your pussy as everything within you that once knew she could HAVE IT ALL AND DO LIFE HER WAY SLOWLY DRIES,



Sure –

Why not

And look.

It’s not that any of these things are bad or wrong. Maybe right now you’ve got to a certain point by playing by the rules … kind of. Following what ‘logic’ suggests you do. Breaking free here and there with wild little jaunts into over the top madness, noticing how THAT lights you up and also how people respond to it … but ultimately continuing to go back to trying to find the right fucking system to get you to where you want to go,

Because this thing of trying to just be you interspersed with trying to get it all right and make it work, well –

It’s God damn tiring –

But also, in the end, if we’re going to be black and white about it, it hasn’t got you to where you want to be!!

You KNOW you should be making SO much more money.


With consistency, and yeah, while of course of COURSE you’re down for doing the work, you also feel like it SHOULD be a lot easier, more flow

And you know that you know that you know that you’ve still not let out the most unrestrained and fully expressed side of you!

– The you they can’t look away from
– The you they are MAGNETIZED by
– The you who automatically commands a huge freakin’ following, and sales to match it

You know who I’m talking about –


Starting January 18th!


The revolutionary fucking leader who tears SHREDS off of normal every damn day before the rest of the world has barely sipped its coffee!

Who is FULLY unleashed in what she says, how she shows up, how she does business, how she does life.

Who does not give a fuck about following rules! Or sales systems! Or strategies! Who can and will do what works for HER, and if it happens to resemble other ways people build an audience and make a fuckload of money online, cool, and if not, so what! That is not the point! The point is –

She knows what works for her.
She backs herself unapologetically.
She DOES it.

And she gets the damn results. The BIG results. The CONSISTENT results. The FUCK yes results, not just with money but with the VIBERY of it all.

Imagine …

Waking up every day and KNOWING you have crushed the day before it already begun because THAT IS WHO YOU ARE AND HOW YOU ROLL!

* Your shit sells (at any and all price point)
* Your creativity and inner ideas machine flows endlessly (you always know what to put out into the world and that when you speak people PAUSE EVERYTHING AND LISTEN, whether it is with free content and shenaniganery or with your paid stuff)
* You don’t even have to think about low end or high end or how to take people through a value ladder or some such bullshit, the value ladder is YOU CONTINUING TO BE YOU, and the more that you DO you the more people just take themselves through whatever it is you’re offering!
* It is easy, natural, fun, and OBVIOUS how to build your automated income, funnels, the ‘cash machine’ side of your business.
* In fact the whole damn thing feels fun and easy and like you’re just being you (the full on you, the too much you, the rebel you, the fuck all of ’em THIS IS WHAT I STAND FOR AND NOW I’M GONNA TELL YOU you!),
* and at the same time you have the DEEPLY grounded and certain knowledge that the way you’re doing it, hot mess and chaos vibes and all, is WORKING. PS – the reason you feel certain of this is because your bank balance and soulmate audience and their feedback reflects it, not bc your spirit guides told you it’s coming

All of this is ALREADY available to you.

It is who you are and what you were born for.

You did not come here for normal!

You are one of the truly crazy ones, who has something inside of her that will leave the world BREATHLESS –
and allow her to make millions and impact millions –


For this to work,

REALLY work, like next next NEXT level $ and life flow work,
you’re going to need to FULLY turn your back on the idea that your breakthrough is waiting on the other side of you adjusting, filtering, compromising, playing the game the way the other entrepreneurs are playing it, or worrying about what the fuck your social media looks like!

What you’re going to need to do is simple:



All in on madness.
All in on crazy.
All in on chaos.
All in on the TRUE epic awesome ridiculousness and too much-ness of YOU.


Starting January 18th!

For those who were born to run the damn thing,

To turn the world on its head and dance on top of it,

And who are ready to do just that.