A letter to my 21 year old self

With every passing year, my dear Mum is extremely prone to beautiful, profound and heartfelt messages about how extraordinary life is while also gently reminding me that it moves incredibly fast... blink, and you might just miss it. I have to admit, I didn't always believe her  when I was a fresh-faced 21-year-old, I always … Continue reading A letter to my 21 year old self

Turning 30

30. Big 3-0. THIRTY. 3 decades. If someone was to ask me then, what 30 year old me would be doing now, I would have said that I’d probably be married with kids, possibly a small dog or three, living in the city... or maybe I'll move to New York or Paris! I'll have enough … Continue reading Turning 30