This weekend I’ve been thinking a lot about how important it is to create a workspace that feels good for your soul as well as your productivity. Somewhere that allows ideas to arrive gently instead of forcing them out. As soon as the sun finally appears, I always end up moving my workspace outside ❤️ There’s something about hearing the birds singing, the breeze moving through the trees and our little pond quietly trickling away beside me that helps my whole body soften. I know I’m incredibly lucky to have this tiny slice of calm, but I’ve noticed time and time again that some of my best work is created there. 👌🥰 Not because I’m pushing harder, but because I’m relaxed enough to think clearly, notice more and simply enjoy the process. I think creativity grows best in spaces where we feel safe, comfortable and able to breathe a little deeper. What does your ideal workspace feel like? And what can you do more of to make it feel more like yourself ❤️🌿

Most people know what it feels like to walk into a room full of family and notice the similarities. The same laugh. The same expressions. The same little mannerisms that somehow make you feel connected without even trying. Now imagine never having had that.☹️ My dad was adopted as a baby, so there was no family connection there, and although my mum’s side existed somewhere out there, I never really knew them. Other than one uncle and one cousin, I grew up without extended family around me. By the time I was nearly 16 my mum had moved to Spain, my parents had separated, and life became very much about surviving and building my own little family. So that’s what I did. I poured my love into Holly, Sylas, and the people I chose along the way. ❤️✨ Then recently something unexpected happened. I was invited to a family gathering on my mum’s side. I was nervous. Curious too. I think part of me wanted to understand where I came from, and I wanted the kids to see that I wasn’t my upbringing. That stories can continue differently. But I was completely unprepared for the feeling of walking into a room and seeing people who looked like me. Sounded like me. Moved like me. For the first time in 43 years, I felt a sense of belonging I didn’t even realise I’d been missing.🫶🏻❤️ Suddenly there were uncles, aunties, cousins, old photographs spread across tables, stories being shared, memories being pieced together. They told me they had thought about me over the years too, and they were shocked to learn how life had unfolded for me. There was sadness for the lost time, but also so much warmth. And despite everything, I felt loved.🥰🥰🥰 We laughed so much. Shared stories for hours. Compared faces in old photographs. It was emotional in the most human and healing kind of way. I came home completely exhausted, emotionally and physically. My body has definitely gone into what I call “payment mode” after such a long journey and such a big experience. But this time the payment feels different.

I’m enjoying a little bit of down time at the moment, but I wanted to pop in and show you some photos from the garden this morning 🌿✨ Everything seems to have burst into colour overnight and we all know how much I adore colour. There’s something about nature’s palette that feels so calming to me, even the brightest blooms somehow soften my mind a little. I think it’s because nature never tries too hard. The colours just exist together beautifully and unapologetically. Wild, gentle, vibrant and peaceful all at once 🌸 Does anyone else find certain colours in nature calming? Or is there a particular flower, plant or place that instantly makes your shoulders drop a little? 💜

Some days the exhaustion catches up with me a little more than others. My body is sore and tired, but I often call it the “payment for memories made” and time well spent with the people I love. 💜 Living with chronic health conditions means that even joy can come with a little aftermath 🙈 A lovely weekend, travelling, laughing, long conversations, hugs, adventures… they all leave footprints behind in my body for a while afterwards. 🐾 So if I’ve been a little quieter than usual, I’m simply recharging my batteries so I can come back and give things my whole heart again. 🙌🏻❤️ I think there’s something important in allowing ourselves rest without guilt. Rest is not falling behind. It’s part of continuing. 🌱 So today I’m asking you this… How do you recharge when life, people or even beautiful memories leave you feeling a little worn out? 🌿

Lately I’ve been trying really hard to notice the parts of myself that keep me small.The overthinking.The emotional reacting.The fear of getting things wrong.The waiting until I feel “ready”. 🫠🫠🫠 And honestly? I still struggle with all of it. 🙈 But I’m starting to realise that growth rarely feels comfortable while it’s happening.It’s a bit like shedding old skin. Old habits. Old beliefs about who we are and what we deserve.💜 Sometimes we think everyone else has it figured out, but I reckon most of us are quietly trying to unlearn things while learning new ways to be at the very same time.🙈 Maybe progress isn’t becoming somebody completely different.Maybe it’s gently returning to ourselves underneath all the noise. So if you’re in a season of feeling uncomfortable, stretched, emotional or uncertain… maybe that doesn’t mean you’re failing.Maybe it means something inside you is shifting. 🌿 And we’re all doing it together in one way or another.Small steps. Small noticing. Small brave moments.A smidgen at a time. 🤎 You guys are Awesome by the way ! 😍🙏🏼