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.

A blog about a week that didn’t go to plan…

Sometimes life interrupts your big dreams to remind you of what really matters.

When you open up to your dreams, the blocks in your way suddenly become crystal clear. Then comes the choice: Do the work and face them or go back to sleep

This blog is about directive dreaming during a week full of highs and lows. I’ve made a commitment to chase daily enchantment - to let myself actively pursue what feels good, magical and of course dreamy.

A blog about guilt, dreams and stepping into my 50s… As I look ahead to this next decade, I’ve hit a few emotional and practical obstacles. Prioritising my own desires and needs feels selfish and almost impossible.

I’ve made myself a promise that I will allow myself to dream.

I can see myself now, sitting alone at a little table in Italy, wearing a floaty “fufu” dress - likely to be Dolce & Gabana, twirling pasta on my fork. Not because I want to escape my life (I don’t), but because I want to reconnect with who I am - beyond roles and responsibilities.

Stay tuned…