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Stranded in Beijing, and the Awesome Lives of Strangers

{Laptop Life Update}

American friends, close your ears ’cause you might not be able to take this:

I am on the tail end of a freaking FORTY FIVE HOUR FLIGHT ADVENTURE of NOT epic-ness, WITH 2 kids in tow and no husband.

First up for you US folks who are reading: please, for the love of God, do not EVER say anything within my hearing that falls within the realms of bitching about a long flight when you’re flying freaking East to West coast … 6 hours is a baby SNACK flight not a long flight for us Aussies!

The plan WAS to fly 30.5 hours (Melbourne to Barcelona via Beijing of all places, as that’s the flight that fit my schedule), and that was bad enough. 30 hours with kids? Insane! On my own? Madness!

Fast forward 35 or so hours into it and I’m wishing it was 30 hours.

And to be perfectly honest I’m kind of pissed with China Air, although admittedly they have now come to the party and got us on another flight.

I didn’t know our Melbourne to Beijing flight was going to stop in Shanghai – apparently ALL flights into China stop in Shanghai, and you have to clear immigration and quarantine even if not entering the country (random AND annoying), but nobody told me this and it wasn’t on my itinerary which seems weird. I was irritated enough about that as the kids had just fallen asleep and then they didn’t have my stroller for me when I got off the plane – it was 10pm Melbourne time, so I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that trying to walk endless corridors of Shanghai airport with a VERY unhappy 5-year old who was refusing to walk AND crying about it, plus an asleep heavy 18-month old, 2 carry-on cases a backpack and a handbag was NOT fun! In the end a China Air official helped me with my bags, took pity on me when I just about broke down halfway down the hall I think.

All good, on with the journey. Except they grounded the freaking plane when we got back on. We sat on the tarmac for 3 hours – I slept on the floor with Nathan in the end (Alyssa was hogging both seats), very aware that we were going to cut it dangerously close to missing our connection to Barcelona but knowing that if that DID happen I better have got some sleep first. I was envisioning sleeping on the Beijing airport floor until the next flight out … which very nearly happened!

Eventually we took off and OF COURSE landed in Beijing precisely 3 minutes before my next flight was to take off. So – game over.

Flight crew told me to speak to the ground staff about my transfer and I was praying that the next plane had been delayed. I had the same baggage, sleepy / crying kids and no stroller issue but powered through the airport, following directions, and ended up … outside in the arrivals hall! 1am, nobody around, the few staff that WERE there completely uninterested in helping slash couldn’t speak English slash didn’t know where I was meant to go. We’re talking a MAJOR international airport here, and absolutely NO system OR help OR information on what to do when you miss your flight! To add insult to injury I couldn’t get online, couldn’t contact Enzo to let him know we weren’t going to be there when he came to meet us, couldn’t look up a hotel, or anything! I was actually getting pretty teary by this stage, and thank God ran into a few other lost passengers from my flight; all of whom had missed connections to Germany. The German conversation was NOT polite 🙂 I do love a good German rant! It really was freaking ridiculous though – we literally wandered the airport for several hours, being constantly mis-directed and mis-informed and EVENTUALLY found someone who helped us … if you call telling me I had to stay 3 days in Beijing till the next flight helping!

It was 3.30am by then and there was nothing I could do – we all were in the same boat, and fortunately they put us on a shuttle bus to a hotel which the airline paid for. Finally I got in touch with Enzo and let him know what was going on, and then hit the sack for 3 hours sleep before Alyssa woke me up again.

I decided we’d have breakfast, then pack our stuff and head to the airport to try and get another flight ANYWHERE today … I did NOT want to spend 3 days alone with the kids in a very stale-smoky Beijing airport hotel in the middle of nowhere! Low on nappies, hardly any spare clothes, we hadn’t even been able to get any food all night – not fun. I’d be happy to get on a plane to anywhere in Europe at that point!

The funny thing is – after a bit of a sleep and then a good if unusual breakfast – I was actually starting to see the adventure in it. Bonus trip to Beijing! Possible 3 days to kill in dodgy hotel … lots of time to write and workout with kids?! Gotta look on the bright side 🙂

At breaky we ended up sharing a table with our fellow airport wanderers from last night and it was actually really cool.

Elizabeth and Walter are an older, retired German couple from near Cologne and they were returning home from 2.5 months traveling Victoria and Tasmania in a motorhome. They said they are pretty much only ever home for a month at a time, then take off again to travel all around the world in motorhomes. They had some great stories to tell, but also – seriously cool dream life stuff going on there!

The other German was a twenty something woman who’d just finished a month au-pairing in Aus followed by 3 months backpacking, and then there was an Aussie dude who was going back to Germany where he currently lives and works, on the ski fields. So funny to end up in a little compatriot pack with people who all, like me, have said no to the normal life! We’re all seasoned travelers as well, and agreed we’ve never experienced anything so incompetent as what happened after we missed our flights, not to mention unapologetic.

Anyway NOW – China Air has come to the party, like I said. I’m halfway through a flight to Paris – we managed to get on one after lunch today, after arriving at the airport at 10 and having them check every possible flight to Europe, and then we’ll connect straight from Paris to Barcelona, only 13 hours behind schedule.

Funny to think the reason I booked this flight was to AVOID a ridiculous 40-hour travel time. Ha!

I always like to think there are lessons in every situation that goes wrong, and my takeaways from this one are pretty obvious to me:

1) Don’t be stingy booking flights! I’ve been feeling the travel pinch lately, plus Alyssa had a (non-major) unexpected surgery while we were in Melbourne last week and that was quite pricy, so I decided to fly China Air instead of one of my usual carriers. Of course every airline can have delays … but the whole stop in Shanghai and not tell me about it thing; I wouldn’t have flown if I knew that! … and then the complete lack of interest in helping me out or having any sort of system when we missed a flight. It was really quite shocking. So, sorry China Air – you’re blacklisted.

2) I am stronger than I think. Well, to be quite honest and slightly arrogant about it, I do think I’m pretty strong 🙂 and I prided myself maybe too much on flying first from Miami to Melbourne (23 hours) without Enzo for 3 weeks alone with the kids and visiting fam while Enzo went ahead of us to Spain (honest reason: he doesn’t miss everyone as much as I do, we are going back again in June already and he thought I was being over the top wanting to visit again in March so didn’t come … I was homesick plus there are lots of new babies on my side so I came anyway, and it rocked), and then knowing I ‘would’ handle the 30 hour trip from Melb to Barcelona.

3) Carry a lot of chocolate when you travel. Always.

4) Your body can handle way more caffeine than you might think.

I did start to fall apart there in Beijing airport, but I was also proud of myself for pulling myself back together and knowing that we’d be okay and that I’d also make sure we had fun if we did have to spend 3 days there. I was as furious as the angry Germans in the airport, and just plain flabbergasted when they told me 3 days wait, but I was able to step back from it and know it would be okay and that ultimately – it was what it was.

Today back at the airport was like an adventure race as they made me go WAY into customs to get my luggage (checked luggage I didn’t get yesterday), then come back out and check it in, and then the massive trek through Beijing airport … I had the trolley piled high, pushing that AND the stroller (SO happy to see that again, gosh you appreciate it when you haven’t been able to lock your kid down for 12 hours!), and coaxing Alyssa along who bravely helped and kept up but eventually did melt down at it all … honestly I feel like I did a mini Tough Mudder, and I had the dirt, sweat and broken nails to show for it by the time we got on this plane. Not to mention Alyssa had knocked a double espresso all over my already stinky clothes! I think I smell better now actually 🙂

So – this is the toughest flight experience I’ve ever had, but through it all I kept thinking – how freaking lucky am I to be able to live this location free life. Plus, for sure, there are a helluva lot worse flights than mine going on in the world lately. I have to admit I find flying scary already and the world events in the air this past year have shaken and shocked me. I’m one of those ‘I know it will happen to ME’ people. I am trying to work on that, as it’s not a healthy mindset, NOR a preventative one anyway.

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.