Feature Writer of the Week - Perfect Enough for Us

A Gift for Mom! 🤍

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/

So God Made a Grandmother book by Leslie Means

If you liked this, you'll love our book, SO GOD MADE A GRANDMA

Order Now!

perfect enough for us

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..?).

I’m Constantly Waiting for the Metaphorical Axe To Fall

In: Living

I knew people died. I just didn’t think it applied to us. Mortality met me in grade two with a punch to the gut when my teacher confirmed casually that, yes, everybody dies. What do you mean, everybody dies? I frantically thought, but kept my question to myself. Up until that moment, I had quietly believed my family was exempt from that fate. I thought death was a monster that only took other people and left my family alone. They say all panic has an origin story, and mine began shortly after that realization, fueled by a disconnected phone cord...

Keep Reading

The Apology You Deserve May Never Come

In: Living

“You have to accept that you will likely never get the apology you deserve.” When my therapist said those words, I felt everything at once-anger, resentment, heartbreak. It was as if the air had been pulled straight from my lungs. Because accepting that truth meant letting go of something I had been holding onto for a long time: the hope that one day, it would all be acknowledged. My family was deeply wronged. Not in a way that can be brushed off or easily forgotten, but in a way that cut to the core. There were lies wrapped in deception,...

Keep Reading

To the Little Girl With Pink Flowers on Her Shoes and Courage in Her Heart

In: Living

To the little girl with pink flowers on her white shoes and lacy fold-down socks, down and ready, tee ball glove in hand, teeth marks worn into the top. The Pittsburgh Pirates hat from Uncle Dave, a sign of camaraderie. A part of something bigger than herself. A too-long, locally sponsored t-shirt, tied up with a ponytail. Jean shorts and a belt. The type of ordinary only childhood can be. When ordinary is more than enough. No one can tell in this picture that you were scared. That you didn’t feel ready. That behind that tiny-toothed grin you were holding...

Keep Reading

Keep Searching for the Perfect Pair of Jeans

In: Living

I don’t know about you, but finding a good pair of jeans has always felt like a process to me. These are too tight. Those are too loose. They fit my thighs but bunch at my hips. The dreaded waist gap. Too short—high waters. Too long, and suddenly you can’t find your legs. Before you know it, you’re ordering your fourth pair and eyeing a fifth. A woman on a mission. And still, as I stand there looking in the mirror at everything that doesn’t quite work, I just know there is a perfect pair out there for me. Somewhere....

Keep Reading

Why I Had My Benign Breast Lumps Removed

In: Living

My journey with monitoring benign breast lumps began in July of 2020 when my OB-GYN found a lump. I was sent home with an ultrasound referral. I called immediately after I got home and asked for the soonest appointment at any location. I had a young son, and was absolutely terrified. They got me in at the end of the week. My husband was on vacation that week, and what should have been an enjoyable family time was plagued with worry. At the ultrasound appointment, they saw two small lumps. I was told these were “likely benign” and was given...

Keep Reading

Repotting Myself: What My One‑Armed Grandpa Taught Me About Growing Anyway

In: Grief, Living

Black and white photo of older man in garden

I was never meant to be a plant person. I’m the woman who can kill a succulent on the way home from the store. Once, a fern sighed in my direction and gave up. That is my spiritual gift. My grandpa Dominic would have laughed—hard. He loved to laugh. And sing hymns passionately in Italian. He was an Italian immigrant who lost his arm working in a mill, and still, he woke up every morning and dressed like dignity itself. He shopped for my grandma. He fixed what was broken. And he tended the biggest, happiest garden you’ve ever seen....

Keep Reading

Farewell To the Bus Stop Moms

In: Friendship

It seems like just yesterday I was writing a piece about my last baby going off to kindergarten. I poured my heart out into words about how she was going to find her place in the world, and how I was going to find a new sense of belonging. I wrote, “I was able to find a bit of ‘me’ again. She has barely left my side in almost six years, so her absence is still fresh and foreign. But I know her jubilant little self will be just fine. And just like that, she’s on her way. And so...

Keep Reading

May is Maternal Mental Health Month, and So Many Moms Are Quietly Drowning

In: Living

I’ve given birth to four beautiful boys and lived through four postpartum experiences. Each one has been different, yet there are familiar threads that run through them all. In the first couple of weeks after my first baby was born, I felt carefree…until that bubble was popped. My newborn got sick and was admitted to the PICU at a children’s hospital 30 minutes from our home. At one point, doctors mentioned the possibility of meningitis, but after many tests and a several-day admission, we were sent home. When we were discharged, a doctor left me with these words, “It’s your...

Keep Reading

The Hard Truth about Friendship in Your 40s

In: Friendship

No one can really prepare you for how much friendships change in your 40s. We expect life shifts—kids grow, schedules fill, jobs demand more, and aging parents need us in new ways. Time becomes tighter, priorities change, and naturally, friendships have to adjust. That part makes sense, right? But what doesn’t get talked about enough is the quiet, hard shift, the one where it’s not just time or distance creating friendship gaps, but something deeper. What happens when you look around your “table” and realize it no longer feels like a safe place to land? What happens when you start...

Keep Reading

Sisterhood is So Special

In: Living

There’s something about sisterhood that’s so special. It’s having someone who’s seen every version of you—every awkward, messy, beautiful version—and loves you through it. Someone who holds a piece of your heart in a way nobody else can. Someone who remembers the little things that made you…you. And my sister? She’s that person for me. We couldn’t be more different. She’s extroverted, the life of the party, spontaneous, the more the merrier, always seeing the good in everything. I’m the cautious one, the loner, the guarded one, more comfortable sitting on the sidelines. I’ve always admired her and secretly wished...

Keep Reading

Why Frozen's Anna and Elsa are Great Role Models

Inspiration

Why Frozen's Anna and Elsa are Great Role Models

Survival Mode

Child Loss

Feature Writer of the Week – Perfect Enough for Us

If you liked this, you'll love our book, SO GOD MADE A GRANDMA

Krystal Kleidon

I’m Constantly Waiting for the Metaphorical Axe To Fall

The Apology You Deserve May Never Come

To the Little Girl With Pink Flowers on Her Shoes and Courage in Her Heart

Keep Searching for the Perfect Pair of Jeans

Why I Had My Benign Breast Lumps Removed

Repotting Myself: What My One‑Armed Grandpa Taught Me About Growing Anyway

Farewell To the Bus Stop Moms

May is Maternal Mental Health Month, and So Many Moms Are Quietly Drowning

The Hard Truth about Friendship in Your 40s

Sisterhood is So Special

Get It Now

So God Made a Mother

Feature Writer of the Week – Perfect Enough for Us

If you liked this, you'll love our book, SO GOD MADE A GRANDMA

I’m Constantly Waiting for the Metaphorical Axe To Fall

The Apology You Deserve May Never Come

To the Little Girl With Pink Flowers on Her Shoes and Courage in Her Heart

Keep Searching for the Perfect Pair of Jeans

Why I Had My Benign Breast Lumps Removed

Repotting Myself: What My One‑Armed Grandpa Taught Me About Growing Anyway

Farewell To the Bus Stop Moms

May is Maternal Mental Health Month, and So Many Moms Are Quietly Drowning

The Hard Truth about Friendship in Your 40s

Sisterhood is So Special

Previous Post

Next Post

You May Also Like