Why the hell am I doing this?

Me in my recording studio

At the age of 55 I've seen some shit. I've moved continents, twice, and been married, twice. I feel like until relatively recently I've spent my whole life running - chasing after something and never being quite sure what that something was. But rushing - always rushing.

Now I've had enough. The pandemic, breast cancer, perimenopause, leaving my second marriage and moving back to the UK after 20 years in Canada have all smacked me around the head and said: "What the bloody hell are you doing?". This blog is where I find out.

I'm going to talk about elements of my journey (I can hear my sister laughing at the "wankword" already) and pull together what has worked for me in becoming more peaceful, less stressed and more fulfilled. Join me, won't you?