I’ve been back in Luxembourg for a week now. I’ve read hundreds of emails, helped organise an event, hosted an out-of-town guest, planted tomatoes and chillies and green beans on our balcony, finished two books, had a picnic by the river, signed up for a wedding fair, joined a board, had a photo shoot, made…
It was a few days into the new year that I decided to jump on the one word idea and make it mine. I’d been making lists for a few years but I sat that first week of January with a blank piece of paper, with little idea of what goals to fix because I…
brave. what is brave. what is brave… brave is not avoiding – well, brave is avoiding a little and then getting back into the saddle after a good cry. brave is leaving. packing your life into a car and driving 2,000 miles to a foreign land named wisconsin. brave is loving friends around the world,…
When Jody sent me this post last week my first thought was “I wish I had written this”. She writes so simply and beautifully about a little thing that can make a big difference – those small reminders of what brave can look like. And as someone who’s done her fair share of moving, this…
One of the fun things about this strange blogging world is getting to know new people from different countries, different life stages, different backgrounds. Joanne sent me this post on what brave looks like for her now, and it was such a good reminder for me that living a brave life is something that never…
On Thursday, we decided to cycle around the lake that our holiday apartment looked out over. That’s 36km of lake-edge which I assumed would be a gentle, flat ride. It turned out there were some pretty horrendous hills to climb, and we’d left the best till last – a whopper (for me) that climbed 100m…
