Dear one who - I swear to god, is really doing her best, Last week I broke a promise to myself. It seems like a tiny thing, but it wasn’t - not really. I’d arranged dinner with a wonderful woman I’d been meaning to spend time with for ages. Our diaries had made it tricky, so when we finally found a day that worked, there was excitement. Then when she said “I can get there for 7.30pm” - my heart sank, as I knew we wouldn’t eat until 8pm. My body gave a clear ‘no way!’ Bu

I spent the last few weeks in North Wales, one of my absolute favourite places on earth! I’ve been exploring these wild mountains, lakes and rivers for over 20 years - eventually buying a beautiful old, Welsh cottage here so I could visit more. So this recent trip was bittersweet, as I switched my cottage into a long-term rental. My escape hatch has closed! On paper, it’s madness. I love this cottage, the village, the land - the special sense of ‘wild ruggedness’ my heart-

Last week I was sitting with a coaching client. "I can't work out why I feel so lost and overwhelmed. Is it menopause? ADHD? Trauma? Burnout? Or maybe I'm just not trying hard enough?" She looked utterly worn out. Not because she hadn't been doing the work. In fact, quite the opposite. She'd spent the last three years reading, researching, listening to podcasts, tweaking supplements, exploring diagnoses and trying to understand what the heck was happening. My heart bro

Ok, I’m obsessed with this TV Show "Virgin Island"! I'd heard about it, but didn't feel particulary drawn to watching people practicing sex moves, until a therapist friend said 'through a personal growth lens, you'd love it!', And I've been ‘all in’ ever since. Not because it’s on the edge of toe-curling discomfort (we are British, afterall!), but because it affirms my relentless belief and hope in the power of transformation. What struck me most wasn’t the awkwardness or

Last week was a bit of a shit show in my tiny corner of the world, to be honest. I had a 4-day migraine (second one this month… perimenopause, the gift that just keeps on giving 🙃). I powered through the first few days and did what I’ve done a hundred times before. I opened my diary and started cancelling my life. Scaling back plans, cutting out the “non-essentials” (read: friendships, joy, fun, anything that actually nourishes me) =, just so I could keep the wheels on a

Last week’s email and blog sparked A LOT of replies, which for me is always a really good sign - I’m onto a hot topic! Some women wrote to tell me, “this is exactly me.”, noticing where they are forever, quietly handling things on their own (read: slowly drowning) … without even thinking to ask for support. They’ve unconsciously or consciously given up asking. And alongside that, I had a number of unsubscribes which, honestly, didn’t surprise me. Because I know I’m going

Dear “I’ll just do it myself”, Something struck me after the long weekend…how quickly we slip back into it? After a few days of a slightly slower pace, and then Tuesday arrives and suddenly you’re holding everything again - plans, people, logistics, emotions and just… getting on with it. And what’s most interesting? We often don’t even think to ask for help. A few years ago, I spent a small fortune on a coaching programme. It was the biggest investment I’d ever made, an

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Dear Enough Is Enough, “I can’t do another year like this.” I heard this exact sentence from three women I coached this week. And each time, my heart whispered, " Gosh, I really hope so." I know this place so well. I felt like this when I knew my relationship wasn’t somewhere I could grow or be fully myself. I felt like this when I was in a job I was good at, but quietly hated. I felt like this when my life was so full and busy that the only thing I could feel was exh

As we step into this New Year, there’s often still a quieter, more inward quality to these first days after the Christmas break. Maybe you’re feeling that too. I’ve always loved the in-between time – when the rush eases, the year is fresh, and there’s just enough space to notice what’s here before we rush to improve or change anything. That pause is where my gratitude practice first took root. It's something I’ve done for over 25 years, diligently reflecting at the end of eac

I’ve always found winters hard. As someone who uses daylight as my preferred drug of choice, the longer nights can make me feel a bit like a caged animal. By late September, a mild grump descends. A sulk, if I’m honest. There’s a quiet resentment about having to change my routine – like evening playtime has been cancelled without consultation. I pace the house, glare at the rain, and feel personally offended by darkness at 4pm, especially on long, stormy days when being outsi

Dear Love I don’t know about you, but by this time in mid-December, I’m 70% woman, 30% crumbling Christmas pudding - sweet on the outside, but a little bit sagging in the middle. Grateful for sure, and looking forward to spending time with folks I love. But also googling “silent retreats where no one talks to me for a week.” It’s this bizarre combo: my body slowing down, life speeding up, and the pressure to tie up the year in a neat little bow (what even is that?!) Just

Dear Fragmented One, I was talking to a friend this week, about my knack for boxing things up neatly and thinking it was strength – the secret to keeping it together. Turns out, it was also how I slowly lost touch with myself. Back then, I’d call my ability to compartmentalise ‘a superpower’ (great line in job interviews btw!) – especially when life is being ‘lifey,’ from big traumas to inconvenient truths. It took me decades to realise I wasn’t just boxing up experien

Dear patient one, waiting in the wings, You know that knot-in-your-stomach feeling when something’s off, but you tell yourself, ‘Can’t deal with this yet… but soon’. Yep, I made an art form out of that. My go-to was always ‘Not yet… wait til after this busy season, the house move, Christmas’… you know the list. But there’s always a next thing, isn’t there? My ability to ignore an issue or pretend it’s not a big deal, has been pretty remarkable! And when that fails, I’

I had to let someone go last week – someone I really liked personally, but who’d been unreliable for too long. Long enough to see it was...

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Dear One-Who-Needs-a-Holiday-from-the-Holiday YES! My favourite season of Summer is here. (Although I said the same thing about Spring…...

‘I feel really lonely.’ As I sat on a call this week, it just came spilling out of her - surprising even herself. We both paused in the...

Dear Recovering One, My relationship with overworking started way young. At 16, for many complicated reasons, I found myself homeless and...