31/12/2025
A very huge thank you. From me, to you. 🤍
As 2025 closes (and yes, I know, I’m on UK time and technically still in 2025), I want to pause and say thank you. Properly. Deeply. With my whole heart and soul.
To my clients.
The ones who show up tired, hopeful, guarded, brave. The ones who let me witness the mess, the magic, the patterns, the pauses, the growth. The ones who trust me with their stories, their relationships, their softer insides. It is an enormous privilege to sit alongside people while they change, and I never forget that.
This year has been… a lot. Personally. Professionally. Existentially.
It began with grief. Losing one parent in law and supporting my kids through that great loss. Then supporting another through failing health, right through to voluntary assisted dying. And then, unexpectedly, getting to know him in such a different way afterwards.
Getting to know someone all over again after they die through pictures and memories has been wild and beautiful. Watching someone I loved choose dignity, autonomy and grace at the end of life landed in my body as both heartbreak and a strange, steady kind of peace.
Then came the grief that ripples. My grief. My husband’s grief. Our children’s grief. All moving at different speeds. All very human.
We got the privilege (and pain 😉) of moving 3 times and got to explore what this felt like.
Alongside that, I watched my kids grow into people who amaze me every single day (And yes, also drive me up the f*% wall too 😜Both things can be true)
I said goodbye to my kids primary school, which means neither of my children will ever be younger than high school again.
Inside the practice, there were beautiful highs. Growth. Depth. Expansion. Saying goodbye to our gorgeous Vic as she heads into having her second bubba, and welcoming Mel Nadin, who we will introduce properly very soon. Watch this space.
This past week, life did what life does. My mum was taken into hospital in Liverpool, England, and I made a decision I would never usually make. I came alone. Not with kids. Missing Christmas and Nee Year with my hearts…
So, with it being just me with my Mum and siblings, it’s given me more space. Slow mornings. Daily care. Cups of tea.
A kind of presence I would normally rush past. Pressure made space, which still surprises me.
Today, for example, I drove a four hour round trip to get medication from Liverpool while staying in the Lake District. I took the wrong turn four times, added an extra hour, and swore. A lot. And then my process oriented brain kicked in and said, “Huh. I wonder why the world took me this way.”
Not in a “everything happens for a reason” way. TBH, it can really p**s me off when people throw that sentence at traumatised or grieving people.
More in a quieter way. A sense that there is often a deeper process unfolding underneath our plans. Sometimes we push back. Sometimes we question. Sometimes we are furious.
This year has given me many moments of hand wringing despair about the state of the world and humanity. And yet, often, there has been a calm understanding underneath it all.
Something bigger than me. Bigger than certainty. Bigger than answers.
And then, my beautiful husband. For his unwavering emotional, physical, logistical, deep, and mostly unseen support. For holding the fort. Holding the kids. Holding me. For making it possible for me to do this work at all.
To my clients, thank you for letting me into your inner worlds with you. For letting me witness your highs and lows while living my own. This work is sacred. And messy. And very, very real.
Surprise sentence of 2025…
“From the Lake District,” with a full, tired, grateful heart.
Thanks for the lessons, 2025.
Here I come, 2026 🤍
