Chasing rainbows

Chasing magic and dreams, includes life’s shaky moments

I have to admit, the start of this week was shaky.

Returning to work after the Easter holidays, moving between roles and spaces - it doesn’t come as easily as it once did. Transitions feel different now. Heavier. Slower.

Perimenopause has a way of asking for more. More space. More time. More care.

I’ve realised I can’t push through in the same way anymore. My pace has changed. And while part of me resists that, another part is learning to honour it.

Because here’s what I also know: when I do land, when I click into place, I’m on fire.

Focused. Clear. Insightful.

There’s a depth that comes from this season of life, an inner knowing that feels hard-earned and undeniable. When I work from that place, what I offer is powerful. Impactful. Real.

That’s the space I bring into my coaching.

Earlier in the week, I spent a day feeling deeply angry about the state of the world. It sat heavy in my body. If you listen to the Say It Sister podcast this week, you’ll hear the full download.

But something shifted when I started speaking to other women.

We shared stories - honest ones, messy ones, painful ones - and I was reminded that so many of our experiences of womanhood overlap. We are mirrors for each other in ways that are both confronting and comforting.

And strangely, that made me feel stronger.

Even the hard things feel lighter when they’re witnessed. When they’re shared.

By Tuesday afternoon, something had lifted. I felt like I was in the home straight again - finding my way back to joy, to lightness, to a sense of magic.

Then the invitations started landing.

Midweek, I said yes to all of them. A 7am podcast interview. A coffee rave (and I am absolutely not a morning person anymore, but apparently that doesn’t matter).

Something in me wanted to say yes to life again.

And now here we are at the weekend, and I feel fully alive.

I watched my daughter perform on the pitch at a Leeds Rhinos rugby game. One of those moments where your heart feels like it might burst out of your chest.

It stayed with me.

So I created a little window of time to reflect on those kinds of moments - the ones that hold unbridled joy. The ones that live in your body long after they’ve passed.

Here’s what came up for me:

• The sun setting over the Grand Canyon

• Being in the room with Bradford and Hillary Keeney for my first sacred ecstatics experience

• Morning greetings with Ernie

• Finding out I was pregnant

• Watching my baby sleep, my child’s giggle

• Watching a clip from the last song played at Space Ibiza this week

• Riding with James Brown in Ireland many years ago

• Saying my wedding vows

Each one holds a different version of me. Different seasons. Different stories.

And together, they remind me that life isn’t just one thing.

It’s not just complicated, broken, or devastating - although it can absolutely be all of those things.

It’s also magical. Expansive. Inspiring.

Both are true.

And when we allow ourselves to see the full picture - the whole landscape, not just the parts that feel easiest - it becomes something else entirely.

It becomes healing.

And healing is what our world needs right now.

So I’ll leave you with this:

Where in your life are you being invited to hold both what feels broken and what feels beautiful - and what might shift if you allowed both to exist together?