All the pieces I share here and with the world are genuine. My joy, my tricks of movement that I am learning, my art, my book, my yoga teaching and personal training and family adventures. I’m doing all these things. However those photos do not always include every little piece that makes up each of those postable truths. The posts of me in weird and wonderful shapes, swinging from a pole, in art, smiling with my daughter, chasing my dreams and falling down are all part of the magic. However, what it will never show is that I have spent hours leading up to them, training at 5/6am in the morning, learning to self regulate myself to manage depression and anxiety over the last 7 years, saving for a car and flights to go home to Australia, missing my family in Australia & worrying if I will see my parents again with this pandemic and their age, working long hours, raising a child, learning a language, so tired I do not know how to put one foot in front of the other, grieving every new years day for the child I lost and so much more. These are the parts of all of us not included on the posts.  Sometimes when we share on social media we like to share in a way where it seems everything and everybody’s posts are not valuable it’s just a highlight reel…But that is not true, some of those moments were life saving moments to remember why we are here and we are doing ok.  But we must remember that happiness in real life involves the struggle too.  These things are not mutually exclusive. You have not arrived just because of a happy moment, there is no threshold that separates happy and sad long term. We are all happy and we all have struggling moments too. The truth is that we can be happy and still suffer. Life is the art of suffering well.