It’s fucking hard to accept that sometimes our 100% isn’t enough to attain the outcome we so badly want, so we search for excuses that offer us reassurance, when in reality shit just happens to everyone and at random, so it’s kind of up to you if you want to lose the absolute plot over it, or just move the fuck on to your clean and jerks and nail them.

Since I started this sport, I’ve always felt like I had something to prove. Kind of like in the same way you want to show the popular girls who were mean to you at school that you’re way hotter than them now.

The magic part is that when the pieces of you find each other and come back together, you are one resilient motherfucker and likely in a much better place for it.

If we’re constantly on the edge of our seats waiting for some horrific adversity to occur, how can we truly take the time to appreciate, or even realise for that matter, when shit ISN’T hitting the fan?

Am I right in thinking that if you don’t care this much about something then you don’t really care ? If you’re not crying at the thought of not reaching a potential you feel you have inside you, is that thing you’re striving for really something you even want?

If you feel trapped in a relationship that is fucking you up, know that you are not a burden and that it is more than OK to reach out and to ask for help. If it’s me you reach out to know that I’m no longer the teenage idiot who swept this shit under the rug. Domestic violence and spousal abuse in whatever form it takes is everyone’s fucking problem.

I’ll be like FUCK EVERYTHING and get five more cats and walk them all on leashes whilst eating Nutella from the jar, wearing grey track-pants and listening to Celine Dion’s greatest hits without headphones.

A decision that came from some fairly negative experiences led to one of the most positive ones I’ve ever made, a fact that I need to keep telling myself when I’m in the depths of yet another regular ‘I’ll never be good enough’ meltdown.

The thought of life swinging it's dick at us willy- nilly and us gaining nothing from copping it in the face just doesn’t bear thinking about.

Scars are obviously cool and maybe we should all be acknowledging how they’ve shaped us and made us who we are rather than fixing ourselves up with filters and bullshit and saying good thanks automatically when someone asks how we’re doing.

You know how half the time I’m all I AM AMAZING and the other half I’m like curled into the foetal position with Graham and rocking with silent tears?

Maybe we need more hard-asses who tell us to quit being a baby and eat our fucking pineapple rice.

If you are willing to spend this ridiculously LIMITED time being fucking average, then I’m sorry (not sorry) but I cannot get around you.

No matter what your potential is, world champion, wizard or weightlifter, you have the power to unlock that shit.

I think that so much of strength is being vulnerable, and admitting that you don’t always feel like you’re going to destroy the universe, and that things like surprise muesli and unripe bananas send you over the fucking edge.

Stop whinging, broccoli is currently $2.50 a kilo and everything is going to be fucking fine.

More isn't better. Unless it's listening more, learning more, and doing more of the shit that you suck at. Better, is fucking better.

I refuse to be treated like a Netflix episode.

You fuckers are stuck with me and I am SO happy about it.

I saw this quote once that went ‘fuck God, believe in yourself’, and as aggressive as this is , it’s kinda spot on.