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Berlin, Bad Decisions & Being Alive

Berlin, Bad Decisions & Being Alive

This week’s blog is brought to you by another solid “fuck it and find out” moment. I went to Berlin… to meet a man I’d been chatting to for weeks....

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Berlin, Bad Decisions & Being Alive

This week’s blog is brought to you by another solid “fuck it and find out” moment. I went to Berlin… to meet a man I’d been chatting to for weeks....

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Bank said no, I said yes.

Bank said no, I said yes.

Last week’s blog was written from the North Terminal at Gatwick at 4am while I sat waiting for bag drop to open. I’d gone early so I could get some...

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Bank said no, I said yes.

Last week’s blog was written from the North Terminal at Gatwick at 4am while I sat waiting for bag drop to open. I’d gone early so I could get some...

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Mums go to Iceland. Not for a prawn ring though.

Mums go to Iceland. Not for a prawn ring though.

It’s 4am and I’m sitting in the North Terminal at Gatwick Airport about to get on a plane to Iceland. And honestly, this trip feels like one of those moments...

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Mums go to Iceland. Not for a prawn ring though.

It’s 4am and I’m sitting in the North Terminal at Gatwick Airport about to get on a plane to Iceland. And honestly, this trip feels like one of those moments...

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The problem solver is BACK!

The problem solver is BACK!

For a while, I lost myself a little. Not in a dramatic way anyone else would necessarily see, but internally I knew I wasn’t quite me. I was spinning plates...

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The problem solver is BACK!

For a while, I lost myself a little. Not in a dramatic way anyone else would necessarily see, but internally I knew I wasn’t quite me. I was spinning plates...

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This Chapter Is Mine

This Chapter Is Mine

Something has shifted in me. Not in a loud, performative, “look at me, I’m healed” way. Quietly. Steadily. Like a tide turning without drama. I feel in my power. I...

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This Chapter Is Mine

Something has shifted in me. Not in a loud, performative, “look at me, I’m healed” way. Quietly. Steadily. Like a tide turning without drama. I feel in my power. I...

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The Breadcrumbing Boomerang (And Why I’m Not Eating Scraps)

The Breadcrumbing Boomerang (And Why I’m Not Ea...

This week the universe gave me one of those moments where it doesn’t gently guide you. It doesn’t whisper. It doesn’t nudge. It grabs you by the short and curlies,...

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The Breadcrumbing Boomerang (And Why I’m Not Ea...

This week the universe gave me one of those moments where it doesn’t gently guide you. It doesn’t whisper. It doesn’t nudge. It grabs you by the short and curlies,...

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