Walking into the Arena


 ‘The only certain thing about the arena is that you’re going to get your ass kicked.’ Brene Brown

This week I told the story of how I conceived my little girl on national television. At the same time an opinion piece I wrote was published on several national news websites. My face was seen across social media promoting the program I was on. I did radio interviews. I started promoting this blog.  It was scary and exhilarating.

On top of sharing my story this week I’ve spent the week at a workshop in Cairns for the start of my masters. Even though it’s coursework I’m a little terrified. It’s scary. I have no idea if I’ll be able to do this. I’m already a single working mother dealing with the reality that my mother has cancer. Life is tough enough without the added pressure of post grad study. But I’m backing myself. Because if not now when?

There have been trolls. The majority are faceless social media profiles with insightful comments like ‘bimbo should’ve swallowed’ or something horrible about the way I look. At times I want to respond. But then I remember, they’re not in the arena with me.

On the flip side putting myself on the line has brought out the cheer squad. The girl gang group chat has been overly active. My phone has been flooded with messages of support and I’ve got coffee dates lined up with friends when I get back.

The point of this post is to say I’m here, I’ve entered the arena. I’m putting myself on the line. I’m so pleased you’ve found your way to my blog. I’ll also be posting on facebook and Instagram. Come say hi. Search for Haus of Treen and you’ll find me. I’ll post a link when I figure out how to do it.