
Effs off.
Boots on.
Dignity optional.
Who.
The eff.
Is Liv?
Excellent question. I’m glad you asked.
I’m a midwife by trade, a menace by nature, and currently somewhere deep in Australia with questionable reception.
Between births and bushwalks, I collect bruises, bad ideas and bizarre stories like they’re going out of fashion (spoiler: they never are). I believe in living life fully, laughing at myself loudly, and occasionally crying in the car because I forgot snacks.
This blog is my chaotic love letter to the land, the people, and the many, many ways I’ve managed to injure myself. You won’t find wellness tips here - just real talk, rogue travels and the occasional deeply unfiltered story from the road. Think part travelogue, part spiritual spiral.
So if you’re into scenic views, spicy stories, and the occasional faceplant… welcome. You’ve found your people.
Socials are where I pretend to have my sh*t together.