lovely to be here

So many thoughts. I have been holding back for some reason, scared to begin. Worried about…what exactly?

Then I was having a drink last night in one of my most favourite, tucked-away, local, warm-hug places, sitting at a little table writing in my journal when a couple came and sat down in front of me at the bar. They were beautiful together – gentle, lovely. She whispered something to him as she touched his arm. There was something about her I loved…graceful and calm and centred. She just seemed so perfectly herself. And in that moment I remembered what I already knew – that all I want to do here is be myself: be delicately, fiercely, complicatedly, simply, me.

So here I am. A morning where I had breakfast with three of my Most Favourite People and came away uplifted, inspired by these brilliant!amazing women, these beautiful hearts, these gifts of mine.

A morning where I am missing my mum more than most days, waiting on a call that can’t come and thinking what she would say to me if she could.

A morning excited and a bit freaked out about possibility.

A morning feeling good knowing that I’m where I’m meant to be.

(It’s lovely to be here).