Tag Archives: Childless
Why is self-love such a struggle?
This blog is going to be brief because I’m trying to practise self-love and that means not spending too long sat in a chair staring at a bright screen, but I imagine it’ll end up longer than I intended because … Continue reading
Why do I leave everything to the last minute?
I wonder if I’ll ever change. OK, so I’ve changed a lot over the years, transformed in many ways, as this blog attests, but will I ever change my last minute dot com nature? Earlier this week, just days before … Continue reading
Making Miracles Happen, Against the Odds
Before you read on, if the photo above speaks to you, explore my Love Retreat in Turkey here or share the link with your lovely friends – they’ll thank you for it! Now on to the blog … Every now … Continue reading
Are you emotionally available?
I’ve been writing this blog for eleven years and every post represents a small step on my journey of emotional maturity. I started blogging here at 40 as I confronted the reality of being a single, childless woman whose career … Continue reading
Christmas hurt and Christmas presence
It’s that time of year again, that time of year when I cry bucketloads of tears, that time of year when my emotions are heightened and I get in touch with multiple layers of grief and loss. It’s that time … Continue reading
How on earth did I end up here?
How on earth did I end up here? This is a question that unites so many of us. It’s a question I asked repeatedly through my late 30s and early 40s. And it’s a question that comes up all the … Continue reading
It is safe to shine
It is safe to shine. It’s safe to be visible, to be seen. It’s safe to be me. It’s safe to do my thing. Not only that, but the world needs me to shine, to be seen, to be me … Continue reading
Why I don’t have children
It would be helpful to fit neatly into a box, to be able to find a label that aptly describes my journey to not having children. That might help me to feel like I belong somewhere. But as with other … Continue reading
The many faces of grief
This morning, I swam towards the sun along a shimmering pathway of light. With every stroke, I reached for the distant yellow ball, before pausing to lie on my back and take in the blueness of the sky. The sea … Continue reading
From Fifty With Love
I can’t tell you how moved and excited I feel to write these words: From Fifty With Love. Some of you will have been with me from the very start, from the birth of this blog – From Forty With … Continue reading
From Forty With Love 