Last year, I decided that 2020 was going to be about building on what I already have, focusing on creating sustainability for me as an entrepreneur. (More about that here) My retreats, I figured, fit into that description. I’ve done it before, It’s a tried and tested concept, and people keep asking for them.
As a creative entrepreneur, everything is about asking. Asking myself to do the work, asking the Muse to come play with me, asking life to hold me as I try my wings. And the scary part: asking other people. Asking them to support my work, to share my work, to buy what I sell, to
I was raped as a child. I was raped by my grandfather and later by another man close to our family. This is the first time I write these words publically. I’ve written about being sexually abused before, but I’ve never written “by him and by him” and it still feels like breaking the rules
“Vocation does not come from willfulness. It comes from listening. I must listen to my life and try to understand what it’s truly about – quite apart from what I would like it to be about – or my life will never represent anything real in the world, no matter how earnest my intentions.”
When we talk about following our hearts, we often talk about it as something exciting but potentially dangerous. The road less travelled. Good luck, if you’re heading out on that journey (you’ll need it!), friends and family say as they wave us off, before returning to safety. And by safety we usually mean the
This summer has been hard on our hearts. I know I’m not the only one feeling it. Every week, every day, some new atrocity. The world on fire. People fleeing and drowning. Children suffering the brutal consequences of adult madness. I watch it happen from my relatively safe corner of the world and find myself
Speaking in public? Marketing your work? Cutting your incomes in half? Loss of status if you leave or downshift your current career? The risk of public failure? Investing time and money with no guarantees it will work? Discovering that you don’t have what it takes? Showing who you really are? Is there some part
I read a few lines in Anne Lamott’s book Bird by Bird (a truly lovely read) that I wanted to share with you. An eight-year-old boy had a younger sister who was dying of leukaemia, and he was told that without a blood transfusion she would die. His parents explained to him that his
