18/10/2026
I think I found a little piece of myself again today.
Over the last few months, with so much of my focus going into work and family, my business and my own personal development have quietly taken a bit of a back seat.
Yesterday Maggie started reorganising her half of the room we share at the front of our house. It's a bit of everything — her play space, my office and the space where the boys play PlayStation — and over the last few months it had well and truly been taken over.
I barely spent any time in there anymore.
But seeing Maggie sort out her space gave me some unexpected motivation to tackle mine, and before we knew it, we were rearranging the whole room.
As I moved my bookshelf and started reorganising it around what actually feels important to me now, I kept finding things I'd almost forgotten about.
Books. Cards. Words. Little reminders of the woman I've spent years becoming.
All of these things that once inspired me, challenged me and reminded me that I was capable of creating more for myself.
And I realised how much I had missed them.
One of the things I found was a deck of cards a friend gave me. I shuffled them without looking, put the deck down and walked away.
When I came back later, the card facing up was:
✨ I AM DRIVEN ✨
And the message underneath was about creating a healthy, manageable routine, being consistent from waking until sleep, having a clear path towards your goals — and enjoying the effort as well as the results.
Of all the cards. 😂
It couldn't have been more aligned with what I've been thinking about lately.
I haven't achieved everything I intended to today. And I haven't even finished decluttering the room. But something else happened in the process.
I shifted some stagnant energy.
And somewhere amongst moving furniture, sorting books and rediscovering things I'd forgotten I owned, I feel like I've relit a spark that had been lying dormant for a while.
Sometimes I think we become so consumed with the practicalities of life — work, kids, appointments, washing, meals, responsibilities, getting through another week — that we don't necessarily realise we've stopped making space for the parts of ourselves that make us feel ALIVE.
Not unhappy. Not necessarily struggling.
Just… going through the motions a little.
Maybe we don't need some enormous reinvention to change that.
Maybe sometimes we just need to make a little space for ourselves again.
To pick up the book.
To move the furniture.
To revisit the things that used to inspire us.
To remember what we wanted.
To ask ourselves what we want NOW.
Today reminded me that the spark wasn't gone.
🔥 I'd just stopped giving it somewhere to burn. 🔥