The festive period is over and if you are like me, today is probably the first day of getting back into your normal routine. When I say normal routine, I mean waking up around the same time each day to go to work and repeating the same actions day in and day out.
This year, we want to reclaim New Year New You. While it used to be terrible nonsense peddled by magazines and diet companies for us to reinvent ourselves into shiny, thin people, we see it as a month of renewal and positive change. We want to embrace the idea of change but promote it in a sustainable way. After all, January didn't do anything wrong - we have.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" These words from Mary Oliver never fail to inspire me. When I think of my favourite responses to that question, the stories behind the following entrepreneurs would top the list...
Don't get me wrong - I wrote the book on positively, and live it every single day, but what I'm referring to are the hoards of sheep banging on about a quote someone quite brilliant said and then doing zero to back it up; you need action to achieve things, just pressing 'share' is not enough.
Finally, we've made it to the the end of 2015 - a long awaited year for so many of us working in international development. There have been negotiations aplenty, 17 new Global Goals and ambitious commitments.
Closure. That's what this final Team SCA blog post is going to be all about. Why? Well, earlier this month we had our very last outing as a team at the Getty Images Gallery in London, where they are currently showing a very special exhibition dedicated to our time in the Volvo Ocean Race.
For many of us, the minute that we become Mothers we feel a loss of identity and self. Suddenly it is all about looking after another person and we feel like we no longer matter. This feeling rears itself in a number of ways...
Niggling worries, pesky negative thoughts, or just a general sense of "bluishness" can be trickier to shake off than in the lazy hazy days of summer, and just occasionally we can find ourselves floundering in the (metaphorical) murky waters of a wintery night...
#TBC means take responsibility and action for the result you want. It means if you don't like something that's happening you take the responsibility to drive the result you desire. To #TBC is terrifying but it will change your life.
Think of someone who has really inspired you with what they have achieved. Someone who has taken massive action and won, grown, learned, overcome challenges or mastered a skill. How do you think that goal was accomplished? Did they wake up one day and achieve it all in 24 hours? Of course not.
As one of multiple millions of people who use Pinterest regularly, I find it to be an amazing source of inspiration for parenting hacks, interiors brainstorming, fun activities to do with kids and basically any whim or fancy which can be visually attained in just a couple of clicks.
I hate the word HARD. It's so uninspiring, so meaningless. It gives me chills down my spine and reminds me why I never seemed to achieve anything worth shouting about until I had children. I always thought life was hard.
Did the situation really change? Only in my head (how cool is that?). I made calculations and figured out what I could cut on if I were to work with her. I mentally got rid of everything inessential and discovered that I won't suffer much if I had to give it up.
Why? Because reflections are fun! To me they say - I am playing! So here are some ideas on why I think reflections are so awesome - and some of the myriad of things reflections will do for your photos.
Now, imagine a man asks me about what I do and I say that I am a Feminine Power Coach. Then he goes straight......oh, so you are a feminist? And of course his body language shows that he is about to withdraw as if he was in danger. Honestly, it's crazy how quickly people jump to a statement like this.
I'm serious. How often do you factor fun into your busy schedule? And by fun I mean pure unadulterated snorting, letting a bit of wee out, silly fun? Once a day? Once a week? Once a month? Once a year?