But honestly? I’m optimistic. I’ve got my new business, I’m loving Substack, I’m writing again (my happy place), and there’s so much to look forward to. This year, I’m really going to enjoy it. 🍂✨

On that note I need to Run to the shop in this weather as I’m out of bloody potatoes!!

✨ “What started as a childhood meltdown over a toy cupboard turned into one of the biggest lessons of my life: I get more done when I’m not doing it alone. I later discovered this has a name—body doubling—and now it’s something I offer as a service to help others get unstuck too.”

“When I first started seeing clients, the feedback I got made it clear—I wasn’t like conventional therapists or coaches. And that’s okay. I’ve always been sociable, down-to-earth, and approachable. With me, it’s not about textbook answers or formal sessions. It’s about creating a space that feels like a genuine catch-up or a safe brain dump, where you feel comfortable, understood, and never burnt out.”

Now I’m taking a new route—in this social media vehicle I swore I’d never drive—with my face slapped on the front like a bumper sticker that still makes me cringe.

And yet… here I am. Rolling forward. Growing. Connecting. Becoming.

The trials and tribulations of owning a pet bear. By a very very exhausted nanny who shouldn’t even have grandchildren.

On my broken pieces and my jagged edges.

A story of love and cuts.

This is something I wrote for my “fish” and my “humans”.

It’s just an explanation to help me and everyone around me understand that we’re not broken we’re just different we are just wired In different ways to one another.

so disclaimer, I’m not saying one is more human than the other, no way! it’s just a way i find really easy to explain it.

It might help people understand why the non-fish sometimes face a feeling a failure and loss when they can’t understand how to swim.Which sadly sometimes translates and carries throughout their whole life to their detriment until they understand the analogy.

I’ve had this idea for a while — to write a blog. My brain doesn’t work in a linear fashion, so this probably won’t read like a neat story. Some of it will be funny, some sad, messy, and real… and some of it probably won’t make sense. It’s for myself, and maybe for a sad, lonely girl like I once was, who needs to know that one day she’ll be happy at home in her pyjamas, lighting a candle, and watching Sex and the City like a the ones she used to see as a cliche.

This girl is healed now. She’s not sad anymore, and she’s fiercely protected — because nobody protected her before. I want to share the strategies and tools that helped her find her life, her love… her own love, and the little girl inside her that she’s finally making happy.

When I first launched Room2Bloom, I considered filling the site with random products from Amazon. But it didn’t feel authentic — and authenticity is something I deeply value.

Then a new idea bloomed: why not showcase creations from makers whose work carries heart, intention, and meaning? Items that nurture the soul — like cosy wax melts, journaling tools, flowers, and little treasures that make life feel calm and cared for.

This isn’t just about selling products. It’s about community, connection, and supporting creators we believe in. Even if nothing sells straight away, we’re building a space where care, creativity, and inspiration can grow. 🌸

This is our space- a soft corner of the world where your thoughts can wander like dandelion seeds in the wind, and your heart can be heard without judgment. Here, we nurture your soul with listening, compassion, and a little sprinkle of magic because who doesn’t love magic . 🌿✨

It’s been a rough ride, but also a beautiful one. Through challenges, setbacks, and self-discovery, I’ve learned the power of trust, patience, and faith in the journey. Room2Bloom was born from that journey and I’m a very proud mother — a space to be heard, supported, and nurtured, where growth and connection can bloom for all of us. 🌸