I remember coming back from holiday and within two days it was like I'd never been.
I told myself I was fine. I wasn't fine. Because the real me wasn't the one sitting at her desk. She was still sitting by the beach.
But I couldn't keep wishing away 48 weeks of my life waiting for two. The everyday version of me had to mean something too.
That's when I knew something had to change.
I've opened that door and found something I'd stopped believing was still available to me - waking up with something to look forward to that isn't the weekend. Having ideas again. Feeling like myself again, not just functioning like myself.
What I'm sharing on this page is exactly what I'm building. Not a theory. The actual thing, as I'm doing it, with honest timelines.