Simply: Be

There is so much focus on being something. It’s almost as if we are all working to be someone else, somewhere else, with something else in our lives. Societal messaging bombards us with how to ‘be’. Be better, be smarter, be more productive, be helpful, be efficient, be kind, be richer, be healthier, be interesting, […]

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A very British walk

Some people feel the rain, others just get wet.” Bob Marley   It’s December, It’s Britain. It’s raining. What else is there to do when it’s drizzling continuously, blowing a hooley and the sky is a shade of grey Farrow and Ball calls ‘elephant breath’? Well, there’s only one thing for it: stick on a […]

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Feel the fear… and do it

Four hours ago I felt jittery, a bit anxious, like I wanted to hunker down, do nothing except eat an enormous bag of peanut M&Ms. Now I am sitting here with some cool running bling, feeling like I could take on the world and envelope its global population in a sweaty post-run hug. I can’t […]

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The benefits of being alcohol free

I talked about why I became teetotal in another blog, but now I want to share a few of the benefits (there are many!) I totally get that most people enjoy a drink, feel in control and have no intention of quitting. That’s fine – I know you may not take anything from this. But […]

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Walk the stage

Sometimes the greatest barrier between the person you are and the person you want to be is… yourself. Have you ever felt that telling yourself (and others) that you’re good at something feels a bit, well, clunky? Like the words feel a bit alien as they slide out your mouth. I often find it a challenge […]

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Confronting the darkness of depression

I want to die. I don’t want to be here. I had these thoughts for as long as I can remember. I can’t pinpoint the exact time when I recognised it as depressive thinking but it was linked to old feelings, ones that dated back to early childhood. Parental divorce was my childhood watershed event. […]

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Anything is possible

As a child I didn’t go much on running unless it was to catch the ice-cream van or bagsy the park swings. At secondary school I loathed it. Cross country was my worst nightmare made only slightly more bearable by the illicit cigarette break halfway round. I was always ashamed of my stout body. Why wasn’t […]

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