Firstly allow me to wish you a Happy New Year! Now grab a brew, this us a long one.
I’m a deep thinker.I hold my cards close to my chest and I don’t make decisions lightly.And anyone who knows me, will know how long I prologue the agony of those decision making moments for!
Not many will know, but I qualified as a Swedish Massage Therapist and Hot Stone Therapist in 2008, before meeting Phil.
I have been in love with holistic therapies ever since. Slowly adding to my repertoire of skills over
We have friends and family who live a few hours away from us. My parents-in-love are down in Devon and my bestie is over in Wales. So we rack up the miles when we go visiting, plus it is usually a bit of an ordeal trying to get everyone ready and make sure we’ve got everything too. One thing I get ready the night before and shove in my handbag is my pouch of travel essentials.
First things first, my amazing cotton pouch is from Sundipped, which is also
I have had a few ‘a-ha’ moments throughout this year,however the past week or so they appear to be coming thick and fast! I feel like this year I have repeatedly found myself in situations where I am seeking permission to do things. Which is a bit barking, but I am pretty sure I am in no way alone in that behavioural pattern. Why do we, as mothers especially, feel we need permission to have drive, dreams, vision and success?
I have heard women recount the story of the ladder, where