The Day I Fell on the Ballet Teacher
A gym session took me back to being nine years old, falling on my ballet teacher and the tiny moments that shaped how I saw my body, confidence and identity for years afterwards.

A gym session took me back to being nine years old, falling on my ballet teacher and the tiny moments that shaped how I saw my body, confidence and identity for years afterwards.

What if “I can’t be arsed” isn’t laziness but useful information? A Thought Thread about effort, reward, energy and getting more discerning about what deserves yours.

What happens when you know something isn’t for you, but start questioning yourself when results don’t come quickly enough? A very ordinary week of networking, old shoulds and practising Big Unsausaging Energy.

A week of wondering whether I should be doing MORE, while almost missing the signs that Funky Diva Vibes is already making an impact. Sometimes the evidence that something is working doesn’t show up on a spreadsheet.