fearless vulnerability
So, on May 1st, my mumma left her body.
The Viking and I and my uncle Dave were with her and it was beautiful, and scary and heart-breaking.
I wasn’t going to blog about it, because well, talking about death is a sure fire way to kill any convo, isn’t it? But I figured if I’m going to be an all singing, all dancing advocate for showing up in all your YOU-ness, in life and business, it will sometimes mean that I’m turning up to the page broken and tear stained, full of anger and with no ‘message’ or insight to share with you, and that’s okay.











