For some of us, this period of the year is the most magical time of reconnecting with family, hunkering down with oversized cheese boards and
Fear. We all know it. The tightness in the chest. The block in the belly. Sweaty palms. Heart racing. That signal that something isn’t right.
This was a genuine thought I had probably about 5 years ago. London is the issue. The grey skies are the problem. If I could
Not just me? I’m glad to hear it. Well, I’m not because that sucks for you, but I’m glad because it affirms that I’m not
Oooof who did I trigger? Anyone get a little pang in the chest? Or a little flip of the stomach? Or just feeling a bit