The days are diversified and the years fly by
A raw and transparent personal share plus our daily parenting and work routine
Tired and happy is how I feel today. Because last week I had two nights with friends and events plus a day retreat and massage (in exchange for cacao!) on the weekend as I transition from second to third trimester within my second pregnancy. The tiredness makes me slower in writing and admin tasks and I am so grateful for a partner who keeps reminding me to rest. My awesome toddler was in his best free-play mood this morning and I just made myself a coffee to accompany the cinnamon bun I treated myself to for typing away on my computer.
I write about something I haven’t in a long time: My personal life. How we do the days together as two working parents without childcare and no home.
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For founding subscribers (Mystic Members) I open up a little more about my own inner work to find a home to settle in and share our exact daily routine, our partnership and parenting dynamics, choices and decisions of work and dealing with an irregular self-employment income whilst expanding our family and stepping into new identities. AND: where we will give birth to our next family member. You can scroll right down to that if you are interested into a glimpse of our time schedule and ways we work and spend time together.
First off I want to give you some context on how we parent:
Co-sleeping, breastfeeding and parenting a la Gabor Maté “Hold On To Your Kids” -style. Hence why me going out to ceremonies or friends in the evening is very new, as we only night weaned Fynn River Eoin when he turned two and Sean was able to take over bedtime on a more regular basis. This suddenly meant I didn’t have to spent my evenings next to my son in the bedroom, waiting for the next nightly feed (which was usually every 1.5-2 hours until midnight and then again around 5am). Which was not a bad phase either, it gave me lots of time to write, to meditate, to catch up on all my courses and admin work. I often worked long hours into the night but I knew this wasn’t the best longterm choice and I am happy that I finally arrived at a work-life balance that feels sustainable, fun and healthy.
I have been the main financial provider for our little family since day one due to Sean re-orientating into a new profession. He is a hairdresser and knew the amount of time he would have to spend cutting hair and building a client base wouldn’t allow a) for much money, b) for much time and c) for location independence. So as he is still loving his trade and every other weekend making someone very happy with a naturally fitting haircut, he has been focusing on deepening into his second interest: trading.
I know, it all went over my head first as well, all these numbers and charts and financial lingo. But soon it helped me to educate myself more and realise how little I understood about the responsibility I carry as a self-employed creative. Especially in the spiritual wellbeing world, it’s not the first topic that you tackle. But due to its complexity it took Sean longer than expected to get to a place of providing income (which hopefully will happen this year) and so I kept on teaching my courses, creating new offerings and moving between in-person events and online writing.
As I have never had a business hat on, I struggled to break through my plateau of earning on average 1000 per month. My visibility stalled, algorithms seemed to be against me no matter which strategy I followed or ads I placed. As soon as I said farewell to the marketing gods and relied on my intuition and trust in my abilities and expertise, things slowly started to move. Which brings me to where we are now. Thanks to our families’ hospitality we are able to live rent-free and stock up my savings account again.
When Fynn River Eoin (I don’t get to use his full name often, so you’ll see me write it more out of pure joy for how much it encompasses his blooming character. Eoin pronounced like Owen) was 4 months old we left our one-bed flat in Glastonbury without a back-up plan. I couldn’t stand the damp cold and noise in the room with huge but only single glazed windows anymore. It was just before December 2022 and I knew another winter would not only bring the mould back but also explode our finances thanks to the enormous costs of electric heating (which was our only option in said flat). We drove from the UK to Germany to spend Christmas and New Years with my family, exploring options for where we could go after. We got a short term let through a friend for an incredible price due to to the house waiting to be sold and moved to Scotland until early spring. Again not sure what would come next we ended up in an off grid community in Wales, which did not suit us as we rely on our computers and internet to work. After a short stop at friends we returned to Glastonbury in spring 2023 and lived interchangeably with my partner’s mother and brother in the guest room and in an Airbnb which Sean managed for a while to allow for a low cost rent.
Fynn was easy to travel with, he adapted quickly to new beds (aka mattresses on the floor), houses and people. Sean and me made ourselves little desk spaces wherever we could and once Fynn turned 1 we were even able to split the day half half to work. I would take my son in the morning and Sean took him in the afternoon. Naptime was either work time for us both or relaxation/catch up with sleep break. Dinner, Laundry, housework was done with the toddler. He loves a hoover and is getting really good at chopping vegetables by now.
Here are some pictures of me guiding an Avalon Tour with 1 year old Fynn in tow and Sean who took him up the Tor.
Winter 2023/2024 was another time well spent at my family in South Germany with yet another uncertainty as to where we would return to. Before you ask: we have no plans to move to Germany even though we would love to be closer to everyone there but our home (for now) is in the UK. Plus Sean is still in his application process for Irish ancestry passport and not allowed outside the UK for 3 months at a time.
The synchronicities were in our favour again and we got offered a stunning short term let just outside Glastonbury in a huge house with a sun drenched garden room and our very own well in the living room (which doesn’t provide water anymore but was stunning to look at and sit with!). Due to the house needing renovations and waiting to be either sold or transformed into a new project we could afford the kind offer our friends made us for staying in their place until spring.
All these happy places and special times had us hone in our flexibility and surrender. With my few possessions in the storage unit I even detached from the need of having a home to decorate. Instead I got curious about the next Unknown and how it would shape our lives.
In April 2024 I convinced Sean that we should just pack the Ford Galaxy and embark on a three month trip through Europe, all the way to Greece. Sylvie, our family car, is still going despite many mechanics warnings, she is as sturdy as her namesake from my partner’s maternal line. Of course such a journey doesn’t save you money but compared to the prices in the UK we didn’t need more either. Instead we collected months of unforgettable memories - from sitting in Italian coffee bars that somehow are still stuck with MTV clips from the early 2000s and Fynn’s first sight of a tortoise in the pristine clear seas of the Peloponnese Peninsula.
It was the planned Unknown.
Instead of waiting around at home for some compromise to appear. And this was our breakthrough. We finally found our routine in parenting, work and family fun. We made our decision of where we truly want to settle once being able to afford a proper rent. And we prepared for the conception of our next child.
After our Europe trip we returned for a summer in Glastonbury and Wales. Wales being the place we conceived under the dragon mountain in Snowdonia, mythology swirling around our tent together with raging august storms after which we gladly returned to Sean’s family’s guest room for autumn.
Christmas again we spent with my family in Germany, returning with some anxiety, for the third time uncertain where we would go after our stay at Sean’s mother and brother would eventually fade into birth prep. Even though we cherish each other’s company, a room for a family of soon to be four in a house already filled to the brim is not how any of us wished to continue.
For founding members I open up a little more and share our daily routine, our choices and decisions of work and dealing with an irregular self-employment income. And - where we will give birth to our next family member.
Because we are finally moving into our home.
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