Having a regular word with yourself is about making time each day to ground and reflect on the small wins that often go unnoticed. As I start thinking about what
I’ve never considered myself religious, but I am deeply spiritual. I hold onto the belief that everything happens for a reason. Sometimes that reason takes time to reveal itself, but
My mind was once a jigsaw, scattered and torn, There was no frame to guide, no picture born. My worries were rehearsed, and arguments were spun, And a trillion dreams
The launch is near. I ask, am I prepared? To bare my soul, to stand declared. It’s one thing to write with truth in hand, Another way to let the
The ones who show up at the drop of a hat, Even when their own hearts might feel heavy and flat. The ones who don’t push, but walk by your
She’s been called bossy, loud, a pain in the arse,Told to “smile more” or “don’t be so harsh.” But she’s not here to shrink or play nice.Cos she’s made out of
I should be feeling proud,But there is something inside I feel I cannot say out loud. I’m afraid I’ve bitten off more than I can chewAnd that I am losing
