This post was originally one of my simple letters, which I send out to the incredible email community that surrounds this blog. If you’d like to join to list you can sign up here.

There’s a reason the time we’re given is the most precious resource we have - it’s finite.

Basic economics tells us the less there is of something the more valuable it is and time is no exception. We can expand our hearts and minds but we cannot as yet stretch time. There’s a frustrating side to this fact because we live in a world that encourages us to fill our time with as much as possible, and tells us there is value in this.

I’m a huge supporter of being time smart and making the most of the time we have but there comes a point when we have to accept our humanity and once the frustration and panic has passed there is a peace to be enjoyed in this acceptance - the realisation we not only can’t do it all, but then we don’t have to.

These last few months have tested my mental health more than any other in my life. My concentration span has been shot thanks to the additional part-time job we’ve all been given this year that goes by the name of coronavirus. Add to this my surprising but soul stirring desire to finally look at the side of myself I’ve always been to afraid to - the side relating to my absent father and family and I wasn’t left with much of myself to give to my work. If you or anyone else you know met their siblings and father for the first time at 32 you may have an idea of what I’ve been going through. If not then just take my word for it - it has been the equivalent of a volcanic eruption and the lava is still flowing.

I’ve been forced to allocate the little time and energy I had left more cautiously than I’ve ever had to before. I had to choose just one thing at a time to focus on and let the rest go. There simply wasn’t enough of me to go around. This was a scary thing to do because I felt I worried about falling behind, loss of earnings, being forgotten and all those ‘must dos’ that would fall by the wayside. Would everything crumble without my full attention?

Rebranding my business has been a goal of mine since the beginning of this year. What started out as a fantasia like daydream turned into a much bigger project than I anticipated but I felt my work deserved it. Following my decision to focus on my rebrand, a publisher reached out to me about a potential book deal and asked if I’d write a proposal for them. If you’ve followed me for any length of time you’ll know that writing a book is my dream.

This is where I have been hiding.

Thanks to the help of the genius Jack Watkins who I can’t recommend enough, my new website is now ready and waiting for you. My ebooks have been rebranded and I think you’ll love the new design. There is also a new discounted bundle offer available if you decide all three are for you. A simplified wardrobe has had a ton of new content added to it and is now twice the length of the original.

Thank you for all the are you ok and miss you messages and thank you for still being here while I took a step back from these letters, Instagram, YouTube and everywhere else I pop up on the internet. Trusting you’d all be here when I got back gave me faith in myself and I’m so grateful. My hope is my work is now a much more enjoyable experience for you and I can get back to the regular content creation you’re used to.

I’ll keep you updated about the book. I (somehow) finished the proposal and now it’s a case of waiting to see if I’m offered a deal. Given my mental state, that proposal was by no means my best work but I did the best I could at the time. I’m thinking it’s either meant to be or it isn’t and the universe will decide. Whether it pays off or not, I’ll always be glad I gave myself the time and space I needed to do what I felt was right and I’m encouraging you to do the same.