Cast Aside the Bullshit

The worry of your authenticity being rejected by people you love, please, cast that aside right now. You'll experience resistance to your boundaries and backlash to your truth, but I urge you to walk your path anyway. Every year I wonder if there's anything left to learn about my journey, and then every year delivers a powerful lesson. 2019 brought me disappointment in the form of people I once thought highly of. It wasn't one person or even one event that led to this, but multiple people and a breakdown in communication. There were people I cared about who…

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Cast Aside the Bullshit
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From Caterpillar to Butterfly

I was so unsure of myself, scared of the world and haunted by past trauma, I didn't know who I was when I moved to Smethwick. I found myself in that house and I'll forever love it for that, but it was time to move on.

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Leave No Woman Behind

To say I am a Woman's Woman is an understatement. I live and breathe and speak sisterhood at every given opportunity. I do. It's at the core of everything I do and everything I want to do. But I'm realising I was misguided for some time. I was eager to inspire the female community and I thought that meant I had to dictate. I thought I had to preach, to instruct, to tell my sisters what they needed to do. But I've got it wrong, so wrong. Now I realise the best thing I can do to help any…

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Are we creating without fear?

I feel like I've spent most of 2018 with fear in my mouth. Negativity invading my language, anxiety intruding on my thoughts, and fear interrupting my affirmations. I'm a writer, yes, published a few books, yes, studied a writing degree, yes, consulted with various creatives on content creation and personal branding, yes, good at this stuff, ABSOLUTELY, so why am I holding back? Creativity used to pour out of me. I used to feel so inspired, I'd stay up until dawn, writing books, stories and poetry. When I was in touch with myself and my creativity, my writing became my…

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