Tales of the Unexpected

I think I may still be in shock, shock that I am here again; a place I thought I would never come back to. Continue reading

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Dependence Daze

When I was younger I was fiercely independent, both financially and in spirit; I was as career oriented and ambitious as many of my male peers, if not more so; I didn’t ever harbor childhood fantasies of skipping down the aisle in a big white dress; and the maternal gene clearly got lost on its way to me.

But when I met Mike, I developed this irrational desire to be married. I was 33, still had no maternal feelings, but wanted to create a special, permanent bond with this man. Not because I wanted to be looked after, or provided for (although that is exactly how it has worked Continue reading

Owning Pink

“Promoting health without encouraging others to seek wholeness is an exercise in futility. Not until we realize that our bodies are mirrors of our interpersonal, spiritual, professional, sexual, creative, financial, environmental, mental, and emotional health will we truly heal.” Lissa Rankin, MD

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Soooo Busy…

Okay, well maybe not that busy but busy enough to be struggling to find time to blog. ‘Take a mini-break’ whispered the sensible part of me, ‘remember you are wise now and know how to live a balanced life’.

Look, busy, busy:

I’m working on a few pieces for other people, which is exciting. And allows me to put big ticks against my writing goals.

And I’m involved in an extremely important project: helping my best friend look gorgeous for her wedding day. This has been so much fun (Bridezilla moments have Continue reading

Reality Cheque

When I started my reinvention project, it was done with a delicious sense of freedom. The question was simple: if I could do anything in the world, what would it be? The exercises and coaching I did as part of Chrysalis followed the well-practiced rules of brainstorming: throw all ideas into the mix and don’t censor your thoughts with the how; just let the ideas flow – however crazy they may seem.

And when I decided at 40 that I would like to start again as a writer it felt like a fantasy – a completely ridiculous ‘if I won Continue reading