As a songwriter, you’d think writing about myself would be easy. Truth is, while I love writing from the heart, talking about myself is a different story.

I started performing and writing songs later in life, in my early 40s. My love for music and journaling began in the early 90s when I set off on a three-year journey to discover myself. Not long after, life took a different path and I became a mum to a beautiful little human who taught me more about strength, love and responsibility than I ever expected. The guitar skills I picked up along the way came in handy for singing Wiggles songs to my son and his friends—and occasionally, for strangers too.

It wasn’t until my late 30s that I realised how much fear of failure had held me back. I made a quiet promise to myself then—to stop letting fear dictate what I did with my life. After my daughter was born, I worked hard to push through the anxiety of speaking in front of people, let alone standing on a stage and singing my own songs.

Over time, something shifted. The more I showed up, the more I realised there is no such thing as failure—only lessons, growth, and the courage to keep going.

And then life tested that belief in a way I could never have imagined.

Losing my son changed everything. It stripped life back to what really matters and made it clear that sweating the small stuff simply isn’t worth it. What remains is connection, honesty, and the people we share this life with.

Music has become something different now. It’s not about proving anything. It’s about being present, telling the truth, and creating a space where others can feel seen in their own stories.

I write, create, and perform because it keeps me grounded. It reminds me to stay open, to keep learning, and to honour both the beauty and the heartbreak that exist side by side.

Life will always challenge us. But if there’s one thing I know for sure—it’s that showing up, exactly as you are, is more than enough.

And aside from my kids, music remains one of the greatest gifts of my life.