Dreams in the Lost and Found Box
Lately, I’ve been internally busy and rather neglectful in writing, but that doesn’t mean life and its vibrancy around me changed. While I try to make sense of things around going through perimenopause and find my new rhythms, there has been much to be grateful for. I apparently now have a new, updated look with no hair. There is a saying I will make up today… “If you need to cut off all your hair, your head shape will suit a bald look.” Now that I have accepted this state of affairs, I feel better and enough. But more about this and the adventures of hormones in another post. Someone challenged me last December in a coaching session to make this year count. It’s about time for me to visualise and see through some of my dreams and ambitions. When we come into this world, we often get swept up in the dreams and visions of others, so much so that remaining true to our unique sense of purpose gets lost along the way. So here I am deliberately going through the lost and found box and regat
