A letter to me?

Today is another travel day and I end up clearing my phone of junk whilst I’m waiting to board the plane. As I re-read the message I wrote to someone, I can’t help but feel it was also a letter to me. That wasn’t my intention but reading it back, out loud, I feel I’m…

Thriving or surviving

My feet are soaking wet, like squelchy wet and as I sit in the workshop listening to the brief on thriving and surviving I’m wondering which one I’m doing. I’m sat in Loughborough university at a UK coaching seminar, our last national level event before the programme ends. The lecturer is talking and whilst I…