Ali’s Blog
The Brilliant Years
The Recipe for Joy - using your Human Design
Joy isn’t something fluffy or fleeting. It’s the foundation of my life, my brand, and the energy I want to create a movement around.
When I made the decision to use my Human Design as a guide, everything shifted. It eased the process of finding alignment and sped up the creation of joy — because I finally had a framework for living a life I truly loved.
fire & rain
A client came to me with this question:
“How do I live with a partner who is consumed by anger, resentment, frustration — that spills out all over me? He uses me as an emotional punch bag, projecting his unprocessed feelings onto me.”
Cheating or Clever?
She walks into the boardroom, power-suit on, presentation prepared, mask firmly in place.
No one sees the silent tears she cried in the bathroom that morning.
No one hears the argument at home still ringing in her ears.
No one knows the ache in her chest or the knot in her stomach that’s been there so long it feels like part of her.
ships in the night
“We are like passing ships in the night.”
“I lie in the same bed every night with a stranger.”
“Where are the happy couple in the photo on the mantelpiece? What happened to them? Can we ever go back?”
“They are the life and soul of a party, motivate, inspire and lead all day and I get the grumpy, tired, angry version. Is that right? Is that normal?”
“I walk on eggshells the minute I walk in the door / when they walk in the door waiting to see which version I get.”
“I don’t understand how they could do that to me, to us? What did I do wrong? How can I make it better?”
“Do I stay? Or do I leave? What is the right thing to do? What would you do?”
“I just don’t feel appreciated. I don’t feel any connection at all..”
“I think there is someone else. I feel sick. I can’t be on my own. What do I do?”
“They’ve changed. We’ve changed. I don’t think we want the same things anymore. It’s just not the same.”
“I am no longer in love with them. Is just love, like or friendship enough?”
“I know I need to leave. I can’t do it any more. I can’t help them, support them any longer. But I am full of guilt and don’t know how or what to do.”
there is no such thing as a ‘wrong dream’
Now I pay attention to the dreams and visions that come to me in the early hours or when I am in stillness or meditation. And I chase them.
I don’t worry if they are right or wrong. I have made many mistakes, had dream
the elevator ride back to joy
Intentional gratitude has become mainstream.
Who hasn’t done a 10 a day gratitude practice online?
They were prolific in Lockdown – I think I even ran one!
But now, my brain feels wired to gratitude as a baseline.
It’s an attitude.
It’s an embodied practice in the moment.
It’s an immediate elevator ride back to joy if I find myself sliding down the Hawkins Scale of frequencies.
meeting the new mortimer
Once upon a time I would have seen it as a failure that I didn’t do what I said I would do. Beat myself up, criticise myself, berate myself for ‘not being good enough’ or ‘comparing myself to others or my past wins’, calling myself ‘a loser’. In this instance, write a blog every day to hold myself aligned to the energy of ‘the brilliant years.’
But since then, I have learnt compassion & consideration.
a dangerous game
A blog of two halves & a pissed off postscript.
From - This is literally my ideal day – following the suggestions and the answers of ‘yes’! …
To - “And in truth…
I am the only danger to myself.
I am the one who gets in the way.”
being dive bombed
I don’t think this would have impressed some of the non locals who are referring to this iconic landmark of the estuary as ‘the Yacht Club’ (made me howl with laughter today when I heard it…) ‘see you at the Yacht Club’ I heard them say making it sound like we are at the hamptons!
the buck moon in capricorn
I am no expert in Moonology… I simply know that the full moon is a time to ‘release’ and that today’s full moon is a powerful one. The so called ‘Buck Moon’ that invites us to embrace a renewal, a rising from deep roots.
So the question I am pondering today over an iced decaf mocha latte with oat milk outside Fee’s while the boys go for an ice cream is this…
What am I releasing?
What am I allowing to rise?
The prologue..
These pages will contain not just my dedication to my family, my teenage sons or my enigma of a husband…
..or determination in my mission in my work to create a ripple of joy around the world
..or discipline to the holistic health of my body, bones & brain…
….because it will need more than that.