I am not talking about your utility provider, but your personal energy supply. If you are thinking along the lines of food, sleep, etc. this isn't what I mean either. I want to talk about the benefits of clean energy; inspiration and appreciation.
Noticing, accepting and facing our fear takes courage and energy. It involves stretching our comfort zone, which ultimately can make us more resilient and less frightened. Self care, looking after our physical, emotional, mental and spiritual wellbeing, especially during frightening times, is essential.
In a world of so many opinions, possibilities and 'right' ways to live, decision making can feel overwhelming. We've all been faced with choices - some 'small' and others that feel much more 'important' - should we say yes to that social engagement, do we speak out for what feels 'right', do we turn down that job that doesn't feel right but would say goodbye to financial worries?
Fear, uncertainty, relief, reprieve and human resilience - these are all part of going through a health scare. And regardless of the outcome, such scares can become personal milestones, we want to mark and celebrate. But how?
A wife or partner trying to keep your house free from the never-ending mountains of washing, somehow keeping the fridge stocked with food, and the house as clean as possible. And you also have a career, where you need to juggle all the competing demands that everyone else faces on a daily basis.
As a make up artist, it is my job to follow the brief for the shoot and view the models' outfits so I can compliment the make up to it. Angel Sinclair, who was directing the shoot, specifically asked for a very natural spring/spring/summer look.
But that's precisely the thing I found with my experience of New York - that although we all grow up watching it on our tv screens and venture to the neon beast that is Times Square on our holidays, New York offers everybody their own little unique taste of it. It abides by no man and is constantly switching itself up so that you never experience the same city twice.
Then one day, our dinner lady sat down next to me. Peering at the pages of scribble, she asked me why. Her voice was calm and friendly. With a flourish, she took a pen out of her uniform pocket. And a few pages on from the word 'look!', she wrote her name in clear letters - 'Mrs Holliday'.
Now I am a middle aged fool reconnecting with my dreams. I am still misunderstood and judged, but that's ok. I can cope with that. And I am hoping to live long enough to become an old fool with a heart full of passion.
Having a wobble? Crying at your desk? Struggling to get out of bed? We have all been there, let me comfort you and show you just how common those feelings are. I promise you, you are not alone...