I happen to love the word rubbish. It’s such a British word, isn’t it? And I am a Brit, after all… even if I do consider myself a bit more European these days, having lived in Portugal since I was ten. But still, some things never leave you, and “rubbish”…
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Quiet is something I’ve come to truly love. Not just appreciate… but genuinely need. There’s something so beautiful about being in a quiet house, completely on your own, with nothing but your own thoughts (or sometimes not even those). Just being. No noise, no distractions, no pressure. I find it…
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Purpose is one of those words that can feel quite big… and if I’m honest, a little bit heavy too. For a long time, I thought I knew exactly what mine was. Like so many women, I believed my purpose was to be a mother. I had it all mapped…
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Overthinking is something I used to do a lot. And I mean a lot. Going over things again and again in my head, analysing every little detail, replaying conversations, imagining outcomes that probably weren’t ever going to happen. It’s exhausting when you think about it. And completely unhelpful. Because the…
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