The Work-Life Wiggle
There’s no such thing as balance. Let’s start there. Anyone who tells you they’ve mastered the perfect routine is either lying or heavily medicated. What I have found, though, is a rhythm—a little work-life wiggle—that helps me keep everything moving (and mostly upright) while still feeling like me.
Because I’m not just mummy. I’m a creative, a writer, a producer, a businesswoman, a wife, a woman of faith, a friend. And somehow, between all that, I still manage to get my brows done.
What My Days Actually Look Like
Every morning begins the same: me growling out of bed sometime between 5:00 and 5:30am, collecting my pride and joy from his cot and trying to remember who I am. On lucky days, we sleep in until 6—but those are rare gems.
My husband—angel that he is—makes me a coffee every single morning with our barista-grade machine, and I pair it with Daylesford organic shortbread and a chilled bottle of Evian. Then comes the celery juice. I hate it. I drink it. And I pretend it’s saving my life.
After that, it’s cuddles with West, a kiss for my husband, and maybe a glance at my inbox… or the empire I’m currently building. Then we roll into quiet morning play—usually Lego, tickles, and the kind of calm family time that sets the tone for the day ahead.
Baby on Hip, Business on Brain
I run multiple ventures—my blog, my film house development, my charity work, my top secret brand that is currently in design, my book and my screenplay projects. And I do it with West either sleeping on my chest, squealing beside me, or pulling things off my lap.
Do I lose my train of thought sometimes? Absolutely. But do I still show up, pitch boldly, think creatively, and deliver with polish? You bet.
I’ve learned to stop striving for separation. My worlds blur—and honestly, I like it that way. It’s not neat, but it’s real. It’s unstructured, which is one of the best compliments one of my investors has given me.
The Glam and the Grit
Yes, I get my nails done. Yes, I have lash extensions. Yes, I still wear heels when I’m out. That doesn’t mean I’m not exhausted, multitasking, or carrying a baby on my hip while voice-noting a business partner.
Luxury isn’t about looking perfect. It’s about choosing what makes you feel alive, powerful, elegant—even in the middle of the madness.
Some days I feel like a CEO. Other days I feel like a glorified snack distributor. And on the best days? I’m both.
I cook organic, seasonal meals every day—for West (okay, sometimes I bulk and freeze) and for my husband and me. It’s one of the ways I love. I also block out time for glam maintenance and the occasional ladies’ lunch. These moments aren’t frivolous—they’re fuel. They keep me centered, inspired, and ready to lead.
My Non-Negotiables
Here’s what keeps me sane, strong, and polished:
- Daily long lunches at home with organic food I’ve cooked—healthy, intentional, and always delicious.
- Blocking time for glam—nails, blow dries, brows, massage, facials or just a quiet hour to feel put together again.
- Ladies’ lunches—because joy is productive.
- Saying “no” with grace—the art of boundaries is its own form of elegance.
- Letting go of perfect—because present, polished, and full of purpose is the new perfect.
The truth? I don’t do it all. I do what matters. Some things get delayed. Some things get delegated. And yes, some things get completely dropped—and that’s perfectly fine.
I’ve learned to embrace the “no,” the rejection, the quiet moments where nothing moves. Sometimes the things I’ve launched look like they’ve been years in the making—when in reality, it was just one month of pure, focused energy. That’s the power of rhythm. You don’t need to be constantly working. You need to know when to pour your energy in.
And most importantly? Good things take time. The truly meaningful things can’t be rushed. They deserve space, nurturing, and time to be crafted—not churned.
And if you’re hesitating? Don’t. You will 100% regret the chances not taken. So give it a go. What’s the worst that can happen? It doesn’t work out. You’ll survive—and you’ll grow. You’ll learn something. And that, in itself, is a win.
So if you’re trying to “have it all,” maybe try this instead: wiggle with it. Be soft. Be sharp. Be wildly ambitious and deeply nurturing. You’re not failing—you’re just dancing through a very full, very beautiful life.
The Luxury Mummy xo
