Tag: love

This morning, I decided to have breakfast at my favourite cafe, Hobba Prahran before heading to the office. I sat at Hobba with a big smile on my face. I have spent the past month with my teams in Brisbane, Sydney, Melbourne and Atlanta and it has been amazing.

The energy in each office, stand up meetings, pride in their work, on-boarding of clients and in general, their 'nice-ness' is beyond anything you would ever expect in an office environment.

I had a particularly stressful period of time. Hackers had attacked our business and we were leaking cash like no tomorrow. I handled it great for the first three days, then I fell apart. I felt like it was all too much. My life is full and to add that type of stress to my life, I felt overwhelmed. It was certainly challenging.

My team could see that I was stressed, and on my last day in the Melbourne office prior to heading to the US, the team wanted to celebrate my birthday. I asked them if they would mind if we didn't celebrate my birthday and celebrated just Christina's instead.

On the 28th of August, I celebrate another year, and for that I am forever grateful.

To be in love is the biggest gift of all. The feeling of thinking about someone from the moment you wake up, until you fall asleep at night - there really is nothing better. 

From failure, we learn how to be successful. From falling, we remember how to pick ourselves up and keep on walking. 

In life, we are a bunch of complex creatures, and whether we admit it to ourselves or not, we have many ups and downs on our road to our next destination and beyond.

I've had a pretty amazing life. I know that I have been privileged in so many ways; phenomenal family, great loyal long term friends, new friends and great loves. In many ways, I was prized with a place on the podium.

Sometimes I think I have it all sorted. Things will be normal, or at the very least, my version thereof.

Many of us crave stability in our lives, yet when something becomes too stable, we reject it or think that something is wrong.

Today I am angry. I rarely experience this emotion, but I am really, really angry. We have lost yet another great person in the world, and it appears that every single day I hear the news of someone else passing, either at their own hands or through illness, let alone what happens through terrorism and war.

Why? Why do people we love and cherish have to go? Why can't they stay? Why do they need to go when you are so unprepared to say goodbye?

I can't pretend to understand. I don't. I won't. 

There are so many types of love that we all experience; a love for food, a love for our dogs, a love for our family, a love for special people in our lives and of course, the great love.

I've only once experienced a great love. The type that sends you crazy, that gives you butterflies even after the first year, and keeps you committed long after it is over.

Christmas is coming closer and there have been a lot of party invites. I have mostly opted out as I don't have the "missing out syndrome" (FOMO) and know that as you get older, there is only so much casual chit chat you can handle.

If I had a magic ball, I would look deeply into it and think about what I really wanted to experience and get out of life. 

This morning I had breakfast at The Mercer Kitchen in Soho with my friend Kristina Karlsson, you know that phenomenal businesswoman who blows every other Australian businesswoman out of the water.

Bad relationships happen. They are inevitable. Particularly when you have been around for a while.

The more passionate you are about a person or anything really, the more it affects you and sends you a little crazier than normal. But mostly, logic comes back into play and you tend to correct whatever it is that went wrong.