Something/s better than I could ever have imagined is on it's way to me
- bronwyntutty
- Nov 5
- 6 min read
2025 - The year I chose slowness
I've been on a M A J O R go-slow this year. I came off social media. I prioritised my health and well-being. I've been single parenting full time. I've cancelled all my regular movement classes.
I started working as a companion with an aged care organisation and began spending more time with my elderly neighbour and his dog (to meet my need for connection with the elderly generation and for this AND a dog to feature into my son’s life).
I've taken the slower pace as an invitation to learn about all things trauma: exploring its role in my past and the pain I've been feeling in my body. I've been saying ‘no’ more. Focusing on my son and supporting him where he’s at.
And behind the scenes, I’ve been slowly crafting my Shine program/s - and am DE-lighted to finally showcase it via my website. I’m soooooo pleased to be getting this out there.
A mantra that changed things
Something shifted recently. I’ve been doing journal speak (the masterful work of Nicole Sachs) most days, and at the end of my journaling stint I write:
'something/s better than I could ever have imagined is on it's way to me'.
A series of really cool things have happened over the past week or so.
My son and I spent a lush week in Salou, Spain.
I invested in something really different and awesome for my son next year.
I invested in a functional movement program with Moves Method for myself.
But mostly, what’s been most amazing is being really intentional and in full certainty about something amazing being on its way - it’s felt so very real.
Proof the universe was listening
The day after I bravely booked our trip to Spain, I received an unexpected amount of money into my account, which more than covered our holiday and was used as a deposit on my son’s 2026 adventure.
The day before we left, I booked my son into something really cool in the spring of 2026.
I’ll share more on that in a later post - but trust me, it’s cool and happened as if by magic, prayers answered!
I’d been feeling uninspired about my son’s education and treading water in the single parenting gig; knowing something else was needed but not being quite sure what.
I home educated him for a year post-Covid, and until P7 he was flexi-schooled. I knew I couldn’t give him what was missing, that he’d benefit from routine and social life in school (and there’s only so much gas in the tank of a single parent with a will to live life intentionally and interrupt the status quo).
When I came across this ‘thing’ on Facebook (which I’ve been loath to love for years), all my internal fuck-yes bells started ring-a-ding-dinging. I knew it was the missing ingredient - to support him through the transition to high school, to inspire me as a parent, and to remind me I’m not alone raising the next generation.
And it can’t be overstated: support matters. Tutors, therapists, friendships; we can’t do this alone. That’s why I created Share & SHINE, a monthly safe space for parents and carers to talk honestly about raising humans and feel supported in the process.
Spain: our experiment in trust
While we were in Spain, we did really brave things.
I taught my son a little Spanish to use in shops and restaurants - he’s now so comfortable asking questions of strangers, so throwing in a new language seemed logical.
Neither of us are theme-park fans, yet we went to Port Aventura and challenged ourselves by going on rides that s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d our nervous systems.
On the ascend, I reminded us of my new motto:
“By doing something stretchy, something better than we could possibly imagine will make its way to us.”
Hey, it’s more fun to focus on that than the giant drop on the other side!
My son struggled more than me; he prefers the familiar and takes an age to warm up to new things. So instead of willing him to “just get on with it,” I made a pact with myself to allow him his own experience while still prioritising mine - and then leave it alone. #FuckYeah
The big parenting lesson
Did getting my son to go on rides outside his comfort zone mean I’d done my job well? Would he enjoy the holiday more if I controlled how he spent it? Was it up to me to craft every single detail?
No, it wasn’t.
This was perhaps the biggest lesson so far in my parenting journey: I was met with countless opportunities to surrender and give my son space to let me know what was best for him.
One day he had sugary cereal, candy floss, a giant lollypop, a hot dog, plain pasta, chips, profiteroles and Fanta - possibly the best day of his life!
Desert options at the hotel one evening (sans profiteroles) and the salad bar for good measure :)
If you know me, you know this is BIG biccies. I’m a health fanatic, passionate about sugar, nutrition and screens. Yet I reminded myself: this was his holiday too. I deserved mine as well.
By day three, I mentioned maybe adding some better choices at dinner: he added cucumber slices, agreed it was for the best, and everyone cheered the newcomer at the buffet.
Letting go works
Thanks to being in holiday mode, I had time and space to give a shit about what really mattered and let go of the rest (if you give a shit about too many things, read The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck).*
At the start of our holiday, I told my son about the Spring 2026 thing. He was unimpressed and accused me of ruining his holiday.
But within a week, he was in full acceptance, talking about it like it was no big deal, even telling others.
I’m convinced it’s because I’d stopped sweating the small stuff. By letting go of the food fights and ride refusals, he had capacity for the big emotions.
Nicole Sachs’ Mind Your Body talks about lowering our reservoir of stress to handle life’s challenges. By giving less of a shit about the small things, my son had more space to handle the big ones.
The ripple effects
After we got back, I signed myself up for Moves Method for three months.
Scrolling Facebook (which seems to be serving me answers to questions I haven’t yet asked…), I found a post on functional fitness and mobility to eliminate pain and live with more ease. I clicked, cried, spoke with coaches, shared my credit card details, and I’m all in.
Then, out of nowhere, this arrived:
‘Top Life Coach’ award for Fife, Scotland, part of the annual Quality Business Awards.
I haven’t been on social media, my website isn’t optimised, I’ve been laying low - and yet here it is. I even checked it wasn’t a scam. It wasn’t.
Something better really is on its way
So there you have it. Something/s better than you could ever have imagined truly is on its way when you believe it, trust it, and focus on what really matters.
This is the beginning of something really exciting (I can feel it in my (aching) bones and joints) pre-Moves-Method and deep in my muscles (mid-Moves-Method!).
If this post stirred something in you, I’d love to hear it; maybe I’ve shared a point you’re now pondering. Thank you for your time today; I see you, and I’m so grateful our paths have crossed.
xxx Bron
P.S.
I invite you to take away from this post the belief that something/s better than you could ever have imagined truly is on its way to you.
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