Home Is the Dream: Redefining Success

674 days.

That’s how long it took to build our forever home from the ground up.

I’m back.

Yes… I’m back with another blog post.

Back on my laptop.

Back online.

Back in my body finally grounded and if I'm being really honest totally exhausted in the best way after the chaos of moving. And I finally found the laptop charger, when I unpacked the last of the boxes.

It’s been one of those “what day is it?” kind of transitions, you know the kind where you can’t find anything for a few days, you’ve eaten takeaway on a make do “table,” and you tell yourself five times a day: We’re settled until you noticed you have still a room filled with paint cans and boxes yet to find a place to be kept in.

But now, a week later the boxes are unpacked. The kettle knows its place. The charger is plugged in. And I’m ready to write.

On 17/07/25, after 674 days of building, hoping, praying, doubting, trusting, we moved into our forever home.

And yet… this moment was never just about bricks or beams. It wasn’t just about architecture or aesthetics. It was about coming home not just physically, but emotionally and spiritually to a version of life I’ve been dreaming of for a very long time.

This wasn’t the kind of dream I spoke about often. It was the kind I held close to my heart.

To build a life of stillness. To walk through my door and breathe deeply.

Not because I’d finally achieved more… but because I’d finally let go of the need to.

We live in a world that tells us to go faster, to do more, to keep climbing,

to measure our worth by visibility, productivity, and popularity.

And for a while, I did this. I’ve launched events, I’ve written books, I’ve shared struggles, I’ve achieved awards. And yes I’m truly proud of it, But none of that, none of it has made me feel the way this home makes me feel.

Because this home isn’t just a place. It’s a declaration that I am no longer defining success by how full my calendar is or how “impressive” my progress looks. This home is a quiet revolution for me going forward, one built with love, trust, intention, and truth. There's a great quote "Success isn’t what the world applauds. It’s what your soul exhales into.", and I totally understand this now.

What no one tells you is sometimes your dream takes longer not because it's not working, but because you're still becoming the person who can hold it.

I believe that was me.

I had to unlearn the noise. I had to stop asking, “What do they want from me?” And start asking, “What do I want for myself?”

I had to stop chasing visibility and start choosing alignment. I had to trade the exhausting need to prove myself for the deeper gift of inner peace. I had to stop running and start rooting.

For years, I juggled multiple jobs, sometimes three or four at a time because I was terrified I wouldn’t make it on my own. Behind the scenes of my small business, I took on every part-time opportunity that came my way, just to stay afloat. I carried this quiet fear that if I wasn’t busy, I wasn’t succeeding. That being seen to be working meant I was doing enough.

But this past year, I was forced to pause, to ask what really mattered, and to finally tell the truth to myself. I let go of the part-time jobs, I chose to prioritise my health, my relationships, and my business in a way that felt sustainable. I gave myself permission to be present for the final stages of building this home, the dream I had held so close, for so long. Because if I hadn’t pulled back when I did, if I had kept pushing through, ignoring what my body and heart were telling me, I wouldn’t have survived it. I would’ve arrived at the finish line burned out, disconnected, and lost in a version of myself that didn’t feel like home at all.

So I slowed down. I came back to myself, and I began choosing the kind of life I wanted to live inside this house long before I ever stepped through the door.

And when I finally stood at door, holding the keys, I didn’t feel like I had won anything.

I had a feeling that was greater, one I wasn't expecting , it felt like I had returned to something or maybe someone I had lost along the way.

It took 674 days to build this house. But it took a lifetime to become the person who could live inside it.

You are not supposed to follow anyone else’s blueprint of success. Your dream is yours for a reason. Even if no one else understands it. Even if it doesn’t look like theirs. Success doesn’t look the same for everyone.

And when that dream finally arrives for you, it won’t feel like you had to prove anything.

It will feel like you came home to yourself.

The world may reward what’s seen. But the soul finds peace in what’s actually real.

This moment, this home isn’t the end of my story.

It’s a beginning of incredible change, I can feel it in my bones.

Remember, Success is not about what it looks like to others, It’s about how it feels to you. You don’t need to rush. You don’t need to earn your peace. And also the dream isn’t always something you build, Sometimes, it’s about someone you become.

Keep going, keep trusting, and if your dream still feels far away for you today, remember It’s still yours, it’s still possible. And I promise it will meet you, when you become the version of you who is present and ready to receive it.

Megan x

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