I’ve found it hard this year to settle on THE word. There have been several contenders and a few near misses. On a page in my notebook these words were circled in pencil as possibilities... Read on to find out my word for 2023 and what I'm hoping to invoke with it.
This was the overriding feeling of my year of visibility.
I felt dangerously exposed and uncomfortable, which meant it was hard to sustain long periods of visibility. Yet playing bigger was exhilarating.
I love extended metaphors, so bear with me on this...
Is there a more comforting sight than a bowl of chilli on a damp and drizzly evening? Something to warm you from within as you curl up and watch a crime drama or to share after a wintery weekend walk.
I’ve been thinking about September, good intentions and self-doubt. September can feel a bit like the start of a new year. Shiny shoes, fresh notebooks, a brand new pencil case of possibilities...
In any search for The One, there’s always The One That Got Away. It started with a vicarious Rightmove search for someone else and ended with a move to the countryside. Did the stars align and fate intervene? Read on and find out.
