The road from Christchurch to Nelson can be rushed in a day, but something in me knew this journey was not asking to be conquered. It was my first solo trip back in Aotearoa New Zealand, and even though I was travelling for work, the drive felt like more than a practical route from one place to another. I was moving through Te Waipounamu with a soft kind of attention. From Ōtautahi to Kaikōura, then onward towards Nelson, I let the trip unfold slowly. The meeting of the Ōtuka

Integrity, to me, is living the same way whether or not anyone is watching, and telling the truth even when it's uncomfortable. I talk a lot in this space about self-responsibility and radical acceptance, and I can't ask that of anyone else without first living it myself. So I want to share a part of my story you may have already come across if you've searched my name. In 2019, I received a four-year ban from powerlifting. I want to be honest about how that felt: I was deeply

I’ve always wanted to travel. As a kid, I loved maps, and I used to imagine the lives people were living in places that felt worlds away from mine. I went on to study geography, and the idea of the world, all its land, cultures and stories, has fascinated me for as long as I can remember. My first real trip came in 2019, when I travelled solo to New Orleans on a leadership scholarship. Since then, I’ve travelled to compete in strongwoman, and to the land of my tūpuna in the C