It's be, do, have, not the other way around.

Don't give up.

Be your own coach - Hayley Carr - Leadership coach

Recognition where recognition is due, right?

I sit at this desk, made by my love every day. This view is a view I have dreamed of, since 2008. You can't tell so much from the picture, but it stretches out over a river, paddocks filled with baby calves and their mothers, all the way to the mountain at the edge of our property.

At sunset, the sun streams through the leaves and it feels like heaven. There's a row of lemon trees that make it feel like I'm high up on the Amalfi Coast on a farm. Also, there's an old school hills-hoist outside. I'm so Aussie, it hurts.

This "desk" situation is quite symbolic though.

When I first started my business, it was a square glass-inset thing that fit right into the gap in the hallway outside the bathroom of our one bedroom apartment.

Then it was an IKEA desk that travelled with me for many years, which I loved to sit at, shoved wherever it could fit in the places I lived.

Or didn't live. For a while, my desk was my lap, or a faraway cafe as I strolled the globe solo running a business from wherever I found my feet.

I eventually came back to Australia and returned to my trusty IKEA desk. When I left my share-house in Byron Bay years ago to move across the country to live with Jamie, the desk just would not fit in the car so I sold it to someone on Buy, Swap and Sell.

At the time, the desk was stuck in nowhere-land. I had a bedroom in the loft of the house, but the desk was squished just inside the door - a place I didn't want it to be, because I didn't want to work in my bedroom - but in a share house, the only other place I could put my desk was in a room where everyone could hear me, and there were no lights. So the bedroom it was.

My desk situation has always been a reminder of where I was at the time. Not just physically, but in every way.

After that, I worked for a while on a desk made of a door on top of some builder-leg things in the lounge-room, or on the couch. Upgrade, downgrade. Upgrade, downgrade.

Then my gorgeous human built me an office, and this desk. I loved that office. It was stunning! We knew it wasn't our forever home, but it was a place where we invested in some privacy for me, and it paid off.

When we moved to our property two years ago, and decided to renovate this house, for months I worked in a side-room at my parents house with the ugliest backdrop. My beloved desk and all my office cosies were inside a container, packed away.

My business kept growing. The desk doesn't actually make the difference, but because of my dream, my visual, I knew things weren't quite fully brewed-yet.

Every day, I dreamed of having a desk in a little corner of a house on a property, with a window that overlooked a beautiful, long view. I imagined sitting in a comfy chair, writing away in a room of my own, filled with natural light, and every time I imagined it, I could feel the feelings through my entire body. I really enjoyed that fresh, cosy, deep-breath-inducing vibration under my skin.

Today, this is exactly what I imagined. It's here. And it feels... normal.

So, recognition? Thanks "2008 Hayley", 2009 Hayley, and especially 2013 Hayley... for not giving up on the impossible. Even when you felt like you actually threw it away, back in life's face.

Thankyou past-Hayley, for making this visual so known-to-my-skin, so enjoyable to be in, that when I got here, it felt like home.

And, thankyou past Hayley for doing it alone - even though it was lonely - because it's been bloody good for everyone.

This is a reminder.

A reminder that no matter what's going on for you today, your "real" job is to let the thing you want, be the primary vibration that runs through your body. Time and space will eventually catch up.

A reminder that you don't need a fancy office to feel fancy, or free. Freedom is an internal state, and the way to create it externally, is to start within. To let yourself dream (its free!) and let those daydreams guide your energy.

A reminder that even when things feel like they're going completely in the opposite direction of your desires, to trust that it's working out in your favour. That somehow, this situation is speeding up the process of you getting to where you're going, and to hold that primary vibration. Trust that it's all for you, somehow, somehow, somehow.

A reminder that slowing down, resting, stopping even - doesn't mean you're giving up. Trusting what you need to do, is actually supporting your cause. Trust is receptive. If that means rest, your job is to rest.

And a reminder: Don't give up. Even when it looks long gone. Even if it's going to take a while. But then again, even when you think you're giving up... you're still on track.

It's all OK.

Stay Curious, Stay open. The life you crave is so much closer than you think.

LOVE