After a year of coaching and helping other people make a variety of important decisions in their lives I understand how we often hold ourselves back, some go as far as imprisoning themselves in a situation which they complain about constantly but do nothing to change.
For the last seven years, I've spent a portion of the school holidays doing live shows at some of the nation's best-known zoos. The shows attract thousands, mostly families with younger kids, and most leave with big smiles on their faces. I do however every year receive a number of messages that go something like this: "You're a massive hypocrite. You claim to be a conservationist, to care about wild animals, and yet you endorse institutions that keep these noble beasts imprisoned behind bars." My stance on this criticism - for which I have a certain amount of sympathy - is rather too complex to get across in 140 characters or less, so I decided to offer a more considered response to the ethics of keeping wild animals in captivity.
Congratulations! We're all so pleased for you. Finally, you can be happy. Wonderful and gallant Thingymebob has taken up the mantle of putting a ring on it. ('It' is you, by the way, you are 'it'.) Lovely Thingymebob, he finally succumbed to all the pressure and begrudgingly agreed to marry a beautiful Hollywood star.
It is often said by successful business figures in the public eye that they couldn't have achieved what they did without the support of others. I am a firm believer in continually evolving and learning from people in your business community and your own team.
This discontentment may take the shape of anger, resentment or even rage or, on the other side of emotional scale, be experienced in the form of sadness, despair or depression. It's important to acknowledge that these feelings are normal, and most importantly temporary.
What true lover of theatre can condemn the newspapers? How thrilling and marvellous that theatre can make headlines! A 400-year-old play and a piece of new writing both received attention out of proportion to their newsworthyness.
If I see an American Bald Eagle or my kids' kids doing a school play, I want to be able to tear my mind away from the velcro of mundanity (where it usually lurks) and pull focus to the only thing worth watching on earth at that moment. Even my cat Socks can focus.
I find that whatever I eat first thing in the morning is a reflection of what I crave throughout the rest of the day - so starting with something fresh and full of protein is going to make staying away from processed foods so much less tempting.
The Totally Senseless Gameshow... Get a couple of celebs and make them do things in front of people: Nothing original about that idea because it happens all the time. But I have a condition called cerebral palsy which means I use a wheelchair to get about. What better way to bring people into my world, than to let them experience it for themselves?
I was lucky enough to meet Bobbi on a few occasions - and saw what a rock she was to her mother Whitney when she was at her most vulnerable; Bobbi would provide her with that strength to go on and be her old self again.
When I was 12 my brilliant dad lost his hearing very suddenly and lived the last two years of his life profoundly deaf. I saw first hand the huge affects that has on a family and the affects it had on my dad. That experience gave me the desire to learn sign language - and I quickly fell in love with that and the deaf culture in general.
It's really important to set the ground rules with the parents from the beginning. Within the first week of doing your job you need to tell the children's parents that you have no intention of being a conventional nanny. Rather tell them you're going to teach their kids parkour, meditation and yoga.
Even I was taken aback by Eminem's verse where he says the following little beauty; "Ain't no one safe from, non-believers there ain't none/I even make the bitches I rape cum." Yep. A grown man in 2015 said these words.
It may be a cliche, but I believe the best things in life ARE free and are about experiences, not shoes, cars or contouring make up. In this world, unfortunately, we are rarely reminded of how much goodness there is around us just for the taking - the balance is completely skewed.
My brother got the talent. The only thing I was ever really good at was the high jump. But I truly, madly, deeply want to learn to dance. Desperately! Because I feel that would be a way of getting profoundly into the music, of letting it hold me. And also because every time I move my body, people start calling ambulances.
No one can help you except you and only you. The big yawn about this is, as with any other skill, you have to practice doing it in order to break the old habits. It's the only way you'll be able to get off cruise control and start to notice the scenery, smell the roses, taste the chocolate and hear the cry of a she-wolf.