When I was growing up my life was dominated by having an idol. Harriet the Spy was my first inspiration, a writer after my own heart.
Then of course, Gwen Stefani stole my heart. I never wanted to be a popstar, a singer or an artist – I just wanted to be cool.
I always had someone who I fiercely admired and looked up to.
|L-R Perfume River, Vietnam. Sunset in Fiji. The Blue Lagoon Iceland. Koh Lanta, Thailand.|
A couple of nights ago I realised that maybe it was time to start believing in my own role in life. Is it possible to feel aspiration, passion and drive through you own achievements?
I think so.
I’ve travelled to some of the most beautiful countries in the world, ate some of the most wonderful food, met some truly incredible people, fell madly in love, ran some fierce miles, why the hell should this go un-noted?
If I close my eyes and think of the best moments of my life, they are all times I have jumped out of my comfort zone. Been brave, given my absolute all to something and followed a dream.
If I feel something, it is passion, through and through.
I love travel, I love food, I love writing, I love eating and above all I love dreaming.
I think it’s time to show my younger self, that being a grown up is just putting everything you learned, dreamed and aspired for as a child into practice.