Last night, I genuinely thought I might have shingles. A strange burning sensation wrapped around one side of my back and tummy, like sunburn beneath my skin. It was uncomfortable enough to get my attention. After some detective work (and a conversation with AI 😅) the answer was much less dramatic. I’d spent two long days at work, sitting. That’s it. Not illness. Not injury. Not some mysterious health event. Just… prolonged sitting. And because I’ve changed so much over the

I’m struck by how often we tell ourselves we don’t have time. No time to sit. No time to think. No time to prepare something nourishing. No time to journal. No time to breathe. And honestly? I completely get it. Life is busy. Add children, work, housework, logistics, responsibilities, appointments, relationships and all the countless little day-to-day things that need your attention, and finding even half an hour can feel impossible. I used to be exactly the same. Everything

I opened LinkedIn recently for one very practical reason. To cancel a free premium trial 🤣 That was it. No intention to scroll. No plan to compare myself to anyone. No emotional preparation required. And yet… within moments, there it was. Post after post announcing promotions, launches, achievements, milestones, exciting new roles, business wins. “I’m delighted to announce…” “I’m thrilled to share…” “Excited to begin my new role…” And if I’m being honest? It got me, that fam

Sometimes our present reactions are rooted in past experiences we never fully processed. This reflective blog explores emotional triggers, self-awareness, acceptance, and how leaning into discomfort can help us release what was never ours to carry.

There’s something I’ve been noticing lately. Even the things that are good for us… can start to feel heavy. Walking. Journaling. The gym. Self-development. Inner work. Helping others. All of these things have been a huge part of my life. They’ve helped me grow, shift, and become the person I am today. At some point, I realised they can quietly turn into something else. Not intentionally. Not overnight. But slowly. They go from being something we choose… to something we just d

There was a time in my life where I would have looked at someone exercising every day and thought, that’s a bit excessive. A bit obsessed. A bit… much. Funny how perspective changes. Because that same version of me was drinking most evenings, a couple of glasses of wine here, a few more there, and a couple of nights a week where it tipped a bit further. Nothing unusual, nothing extreme, just… normal life. Or at least, what felt normal at the time. Now, I move my body most day