When you’ve got a few minutes unaccounted for: when you’re walking to the bathroom, when you’re waiting for something or someone, when you’re heating up your lunch, what do you do?
Maybe it does get easier for some people to put on the shoes, pick up the paintbrush, start typing, start drawing, start crafting, start composing … but listening to the professionals, there’s every chance that it won’t.
I think we’ve all got a word. An identity we strive towards that we don’t think we deserve to claim.
You are not alone.
How do we qualify the depth of laughter, the full weight of a “thank you”, the catching of our breath in our throat?
A few weeks ago, I had to end a relationship.
Passing the 30-day mark on my blog - why is that even a milestone?
Instead of asing myself, 'Is this perfect', I'm trying to ask some more helpful questions instead.
Something I’m trying to learn the difference between is the act of giving from a space of fear and giving from a space of generosity
This is part one of a four-part series on how a few things have recently shifted for me, and how I’ve internalised these new ideas to move forward professionally and personally in 2019
The beginning of this space, and all I can do is keep trying to put words on the screen