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I fucking hate the fact that in our society, every society if we’re being honest, women choosing themselves is synonymous with being selfish. Women just cannot win- if we talk about our kids we’re boring and have no ambition, if we don’t, we’re a bad mother who shouldn’t have had them. If we work, we’re selfish, if we don’t, we’re boring and have let down feminism. It blows my mind that in this day and age we can still have our daily life choices dictated to us. Well, we’re n

For years I waited until I had more time, till the kids were older, till I’d figured my shit out before I got started on what I wanted. I didn’t even bother to really think about my dreams and hopes because it felt so utterly irrelevant to my life raising two tiny children without any real help. Looking back on it, I sacrificed my internal world for so long that it got to the point that I stopped even thinking about it. And when I did, I hid behind the title of mum and the fa

The older I get, the thinner my patience gets. It seems like nothing I do seems to make a difference. I do yoga, I take that deep fucking breath in and blow out through pursed lips- nothing. It doesn’t matter if we’ve had the best day out, everyone on point, no arguments – at some point I will be so annoyed with everyone that I want to just walk out the front door and carry on going. It seems to happen a lot on the drive home from a day out, I’m suddenly just so irritated wi

Ever wondered how one woman can go from making rum from scratch and then retrain as a life coach? Well lean closer dear friend and I’ll tell you. I’ve never had a true calling or a really passionate purpose, I’ve always just liked to live my life. I’ve never had any sort of idea about what I want to do with my life, I just know how I want to feel along the way. This is something that came up with one of my clients recently actually- she had this subconscious assumption that s

I’m 36, been married for 11 years, a mum for 11 years (shotgun wedding!!) and completely lost my identity along the way. Do you know what though, as I write that, I realise that I never really had an identity before becoming a mum. Not a cemented idea of who I was- I obviously used to know what I liked to do etc but I never really figured out who I was. I was always willing to try everything and anything- I think I always borrowed parts of other people’s identities and tried