14/04/2026
Dancing like nobody is watching, finding horses, and the beauty of not having it all figured out.
I’ve been reflecting lately on the advice we give ourselves versus the advice we actually need!
If I were talking to my younger self today, I’d tell her that losing her Dad will be her hardest "goodbye." You don't see it coming, and you don't have time to plan, but maybe that’s a strange kind of mercy. I’d tell her to keep getting back on the horse—literally—because seeing the world from that height is still the best view for the soul. 🐴
I’d tell her to lean into the love of her dogs. To them, you are their whole world, and making sure they have their "best life" will often be the highlight of yours. A dog’s love is the rarest form of unconditional love there is—unless, of course, you’re holding a chicken wing. Cherish that bond. 🐕
I’d tell her to stop worrying about what people think. Seriously. Dance like nobody is watching—because in truth, they probably aren't. What others think of you should not be the defining narrative of your life. 💃🏽
I’d tell her to treasure the friends who make her laugh until it hurts. You only need a few. If you can count your "ride or dies" on two fingers as I can, you’re doing just fine. 🤩
Most importantly: I'd say, back yourself. You’ll make mistakes, but they are just tuition for a wiser version of you. Don't worry about "having it all figured out." I’ve met 50-year-olds who are still reinventing themselves and still haven't "solved" life, and they are the most exciting, inspirational people in the room.
Life isn't a puzzle to be finished; it’s an experience to be lived. 🐴🐶✨
We spend a lot of time talking about 'the grind.' What’s the one thing outside of work that keeps your soul grounded?
Pic. A 7 year old me, with my first love, my pony Rafter 🐴