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Tell me a little about yourself. When did you start blogging and why?

I’m Krystal and I live in Queensland, Australia with my gorgeous hubby-to-be Steve and my adorable-in-a-two-year-old-kind-of-way son, Alexander. Steve and I both work as Paramedics and we love our job.

After a challenging pregnancy and birth, a stay in NICU, a nasty divorce and quick move back home with my family I realized that not everything in life goes to plan. I started my blog in November 2014 to help others realize something that took me a long time to see – that even though things don’t go to plan, it doesn’t mean you can’t have a ‘perfect’ life.

Since then I’ve used my experience in business management and staff training mixed with some pretty hefty life experience to help inspire and empower women to create their perfect life. My goal with Perfect Enough For Us is to help women realize that you don’t need to be earning a 6-figure income to be ‘successful.’  We can all be successful in our lives, no matter where we come from or what we do. It all comes down to us.

What are some of your favorite sites on the ‘net?

Does Pinterest count??

I’m a bit of a ‘blerd’ (that would be a blogging nerd) so a lot of my favourite sites are blogging related. byRegina would have to be one of my favourite go to sites for blog inspiration and guidance, Problogger is another (I’m attending the Problogger conference in Australia next week and I’m so excited!!) as well as ChrisDucker.com – that guy is a legend!!!

What does a typical day look like for you?

I have two versions of a typical day – the days that I work and the days I don’t…

On a workday I’m up and out of bed by 6 am, rushing like mad because I’d rather rush than get up 10 minutes earlier. I’m out the door by 6:35 am, drop my son to daycare and then off to work by 7 am. Luckily I live in a small town and everything is close by. Once I’ve checked my vehicle out for the day and logged on, I head straight to the coffee machine.

From there, the day could take me anywhere. In my job it’s unpredictable. Some days I’m rushed off my feet going from patient to patient – other days I don’t do a single job. To fill in my down time I study to make sure I keep on top of all of my skills and I also use the time to work on my blog.

I finish work at 5 pm and then the afternoon rush starts. Alexander is in bed by 7 pm and then I get to work on my blog.

When I’m not working I tend to chunk my day. I don’t rush and love a lazy morning having a cup of tea with Alexander. We usually spend the morning playing, drawing or going to the park. Sometimes you’ll even find us dancing around. I use his nap time to get my blog work done and then the afternoon is spent doing whatever we want, and some house chores too of course.

I try really hard to make sure I dedicate time specifically for Alexander and for Steve without letting my blog work take over.

What advice do you have for someone who wants to blog or share her/his story?

Just go ahead and do it. Sure it’s scary at first but all exciting things are a little bit scary. You don’t have to know how to do everything or know how a blog works. Just write and learn as you go. The blogging community is amazing and so supportive – you’ll always have someone willing to help in someway if you’re ever stuck.

What story are you most proud of?

There are 3 stories that I am incredibly proud of:

The Story of Alexander – is the story I needed to tell. It’s all about my son’s time in NICU and his amazing recovery.

Confessions of a NICU Mum – a post here on Her View From Home that had been viewed a phenomenal number of times and shared over 10,000 times on Facebook. I literally cried day after day seeing how many people connected with this story.

11 Habits of Successful Women – this post changed the direction I was taking for my blog. It has been wildly successful and has now inspired many different ideas for eBooks and workbooks that are in the process of being created.

How can people follow you?

I love followers!! You can find me:

Website – http://www.perfectenoughforus.com (You can also subscribe there – I send out something free every month to my PEFU family…)

Facebook – Perfect Enough For Us

Instagram – https://instagram.com/perfectenoughforus/

Twitter – https://twitter.com/perfectenough4

Pinterest – https://www.pinterest.com/alexsmumma/

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Krystal Kleidon

My name is Krystal and I am a first time mum. I'm a wife, a daughter, a sister and a friend (sometimes neglectful) and a paramedic. I live in a small country town in Queensland Australia and am the first Australian contributor to Her View From Home – something I am very proud and excited about. I love my Australian culture and lifestyle and you’ll have to promise to cut me a little slack when you see me writing things like ‘mum’ instead of ‘mom’. I'm the creator and editor at Project Hot Mess, a site dedicated to empowering women and encouraging them to embrace who they are in their own perfect way. Even if that means running late with a cold cup of coffee in hand and not brushing your hair for 3 days (that's what dry shampoo is for right..?). 

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