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. 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.

Easter came and went a little differently this year. I gave myself permission to be a full-time mother. Not only to my daughter, but to myself too. I’m learning, deeply, what it means to choose happiness. To dream again. To tend to the parts of me that need care, wonder, and space to grow.

Self-employment gives me that freedom. Yes, it impacts the bottom line when I step back, but there’s something far more valuable I gain in return: presence. When I focus on just one role, one rhythm, one way of being, I get to fully experience it. And in that presence, there is magic.

So we dedicated two whole weeks to cultivating it.

The seven-year-old and the almost fifty-year-old both got fully stuck in. Each day became its own little world of wonder-cartwheeling in open spaces, discovering fairy rings, writing letters to the fairies in our local area, earning brownie badges, and even meeting the Mad Hatter at Mother Shipton’s Cave. Read more here.