In Costa Rica, they have an expression.
This expression itself is incorporated in to everything - from conversational greetings and farewells to every conceivable manner of branding and advertising associated with the country.
The expression is ‘Pura Vida’, which literally means ‘pure’ or ‘simple life’.
One of the most interesting (and random) things I’ve noticed about Costa Rica is the relationship between dogs and their owners:
They seem to have the same dynamic that us Brits have with our cats, letting them come and go from their homes as they please.
When I was younger, I spent around 70% of my waking hours with horses.
My best friend Salena’s parent’s happened to own the stables around the corner from where my family lived, and right by where both Salena and I went to school.
The first time I went to my friend Fleur’s aunt’s home in Devon was five years ago – immediately after a holiday in Beirut where my then-boyfriend Sam had spontaneously decided to get a nose-job.
Devon that year was equal parts wonderful and depressing
Haaaaappy New Year!
Hope you had a super NYE (and aren’t feeling too squiffy if it was a biggie… we’ve all been there).
Now, I have a question for you:
We all know that the 2nd and 3rd of January is the best time to start making New Year resolutions (once the dreaded NYE hangover has started to wear off, of course).
Recently, one of my new love-coaching clients was telling me how much she’s dreading yet another NYE party with no one to kiss at midnight, because - as she put it - she happens to be “the world’s worst flirt”.
I hope you’re having an absolute blinder of a day <3
Just a super quick one from me - because I know you’ll likely be marinating in some much-needed family time (along with heaps of roast potatoes & box upon box of Celebrations).
The experience of university was a pretty mixed bag for me.
Having been part of the ‘cool’ clique at school, I really struggled when I first arrived at Exeter University to discover that the lion’s share of the social power and popularity belonged to the ‘Rahs’:
Those that had been to boarding school, lived in the home counties and had a penchant for pearls and pashminas (i.e: not me).
If the festive season is leaving you feeling less ‘Love, Actually’ and more ‘BAH, HUMBUG’, I’m here to tell you that you certainly ain’t alone.
When I was in my late-twenties, my friend Noo took me to see an energy healer.
We were both quite recently single and trying hard to work through all our ‘stuff’ around romantic relationships to ensure we didn’t keep fucking them up in the future, like we had up till now.
Whilst I’d done a ton of therapy and spiritual coaching by this point (which had proved highly transformative), besides my regular yoga practice, I hadn’t done all that much ‘body work’ before.
Matt was the first boyfriend I ever (knowingly) stole.
When we met during my first year of university, I’d had my own boyfriend back home in London.
However, the long distance was taking its toll, and we’d had a rough time of it as a couple after his dad had passed away after a long and torturous battle with cancer the previous summer.
For the first five years of my career shift in to life and love-coaching, I worked part-time as a tutor and mentor to keep the pennies rolling in whilst I set up shop.
(As I always say, good things take times to grow – especially when it comes to setting up to a heart-centred business).
With a Bachelors degree in English Literature and a Masters in European Classical Acting, I was a good fit for teenage girls doing GCSE’s or A-Levels in English Lit, Classical Civilisation and Theatre Studies.
Three days after I met my boyfriend Joe in a rave in the woods at Wilderness, I found myself eating spaghetti bolognese with his aunt and uncle at their house a few miles down the road from the festival.
I appreciate this was pretty fast moving, as relationship progressions go.
However, having not washed for an entire long weekend – and gotten soaked through in a torrential downpour as we were packing up our tents – I’d be damned if I was going to turn down Joe’s offer of a hot bath and meal within 20 minutes.
When I was in my third and final year of university, I had a very rude romantic awakening.
It was the first time since lower-sixth form that I’d officially been single (even though I’d cheated on the two boyfriends I’d had within that period… a lot).
A year or so in to our relationship, Joe and I were leaving a restaurant near Embankment station in London when I caught sight of a man selling his handwritten poems by the side of the street.
On closer inspection, I realised that this was the same man that my ex-boyfriend (‘Tiger’ in The Inner Fix) had bought a poem from the day we broke up back in the summer of 2012.
That poem - which Tiger had given to me when I left - was called Farewell Blessing.
When I was 22, I moved to Moscow with a bunch of friends from drama school to live in what can only be described as a class-A shithole.
Our flat was straight out of the soviet era:
Grey, damp and without hot running water for pretty much the entirety of our stay.
But care, we did not, for we were there to PERFORM, dahhhhhling.
The week before my 29th birthday, my mum took me to India.
Perhaps she could sense my low-level anxiety that my ‘dirty thirties’ were on the horizon and, unlike most of my closest friends, I did not as of yet possess my own home – or my own man to share it with…
One of my Get Your Soulmate Digital love-coaching program graduates messaged me a few days ago about how to navigate the first month after an awful break-up.
I thought my responses may come in handy to you or a friend one day…
On Saturday, I had the honour of marrying two of my dear friends - Sarah and Jake.
(I led the ceremony – I’m not in a polygamous marriage you understand!)
It was honestly one of the most moving experiences of my entire life.