A gift to myself.

When I was a child I loved to read. Words on a page allowed me to access a fantasy world so real it felt like I moved within it. As I got older I learned to use words to share my thoughts, dreams and frustrations. I was a gymnast first and foremost but when I wasn't training, eating or sleeping, I was reading or writing. I must be the only kid I know who skipped school to go to the library (sorry Mum & Dad!).

But somewhere along the inevitable line of life I forgot this love. The joy of carefully phrased paragraphs planned to inspire feeling and emotion instead replaced by the insidious creep of junk words, flicked through on a screen mindlessly without thought or attention.

And so. This blog is a gift to myself. It is a platform where I can explore new ideas. Where I can (god forbid!) voice my opinions. Where I can attempt to re-learn how to use the written word to inspire myself to action, and maybe, should anyone else read it, others too.

There may be thoughts about coaching, that is after all my profession. But please don't be disappointed if there are no secrets shared here, I have none, only questions to be explored...