Do you want to be loved and accepted for who you are? Then you have to be who you are. You have to let your defences down. You have to be...

"She’s a bit full of herself” is not intended as a compliment, is it? And that’s a tad weird when you think about it. OK, so no one wants...

Would you describe yourself as more of a thinker – logical, analytical – or a feeler – emotional, intuitive? Up until this week, I’d have...

When I started delving into the world of personal development a few years ago, I was secretly hoping to find the magic wand that would...

The other night, The Long Suffering Mr B and I watched “The Bucket List”, starring the legends that are Jack Nicholson and Morgan...

Recently, I’ve been pretending to be a pirate. This primarily involves wearing an eye patch (for medical reasons (honest)) and randomly...

There was once a young man who dreamed of becoming a millionaire. Naturally hard working and creative, he spent his life pursuing ideas...

Once upon a time... A beautiful baby was born into a magical kingdom of hope and possibility. Her Fairy Godmother and the Wicked Witch...

As covid restrictions ease, I find myself faced with the realisation of how much my world has shrunk since the start of the first English...

When we cock things up, we hope to be judged on the basis of our intentions, don’t we? We hope that people will understand that we meant...

After having to say goodbye to our 15 year old dog Freddie, I’ve been thinking about what I’ve learned from him, and his sister Sky (who...

My sub-conscious has decided that our morning run is an ideal opportunity to present me with random shit to connect. This morning’s...

When you tell yourself you “should” do something, do you feel resistance, reluctance and resentment? Perhaps you quite often don’t do it?...

It appears that I’m a coach who forgets to talk about coaching…I may not be getting the hang of this business malarkey! Maybe it’s time...

Acceptance is not about long term endurance of feeling sh*t.

When my only child was 14, he announced that he wanted to live with his father...because it was “more fun".

My son leaving home “freed” me to focus on work...and made me realise that it couldn’t fill the hole his departure had left.

The chances are that a working mum has shaped her working life around her role as a mother in some way – if not all ways.

Maybe the only thing we need to change in middle age is the number of f*cks we give about what other people think of us.

We all do the best we can with the resources available to us. What we need to do is find the tools that allow us to become more resourceful.