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...

My earlier career was as a high-flying exec in banking (which still feels surreal to me now!) By then, I’d already been a devoted yoga...

I seem to be in a season of hard conversations (again). I didn’t plan it. Honestly, I’d rather be doing fun things – having brunch with...

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...

Dear Changeable One, Little known fact: I used to be a ballet teacher. And a high-flying corporate exec. I know, wild right?! I’ve also...

Dear Powerful One, For months now, I’ve had a hanging plant clinging for dear life off the edge of my fireplace mantel. It’s in a...

Sometimes I joke that my full-time job is taking care of my physical, emotional, and spiritual wellbeing - and in my spare  time, I teach...

Dearest changeable one, I’m wondering what season you’re in right now? Do you know? All through April, I spied on this cherry tree — how...

It was 25 years ago this week when I woke up with another horrendous hangover. Here I was again, feeling disconnected, hollow, and...

Sarah stared at her phone, heart pounding.   She had just typed the words “I can’t take this on right now” in a text to her friend—then...

For years, I didn’t get it. Why would anyone return to the same place again and again when there’s a whole world to explore? My...

It’s my birthday this week - I’m now the oldest I’ve ever been at grand ol’ 51 years!   I’ll be sad to say goodbye to 50 as it’s truly...