About Me

Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted to do great things. I was the kid who was bouncing into every room, singing, and dancing. So much so that my Dad nicknamed me Tigger. I dreamed big and there was nothing in the world that was going to stop me from succeeding.

30 years on and the world has grounded that little girl. Those dreams grew smaller with each knock and failure. Realism kicked in and it took till I hit my mid-thirties to start thinking about that little girl again and the confidence she had. The belief she could do anything she put her mind to and the full and true acceptance and love for herself and who she was. I wanted to bring her back, accept once again what makes me who I am, the passions I have, the values I want to live my life by and to reimagine the dreams I once believed I could achieve, no matter what!

I recently started to ask myself "what does success look like for me?". You look around you and it can often feel that everyone else is having more success than you. Big cars, big houses, big careers. But how accurate is this measure of success? I can look back and feel each decision I made led to a missed opportunity, or I can flip it and think, I would not be right here right now if I had not made each and every choice along the way. 

Do I regret any of it? - I did for a long time...

Would I change any of it!? - I spent years agonising over each missed turn and wrong decision. But I eventually came to the realisation that regret is nothing but a shovel, digging you deeper into the hole you create for yourself. 

But now, looking back, honestly, I do not think I would change a thing (expect maybe a few very dodgy haircuts and all that white bread I ate in college). 

My true passion in life is people. It has taken a long time for me to get to this truth. A realisation that I would be nothing without the people who surround me each and every day. From my family to my friends to my colleagues. I spend my time thinking about each of them, worrying about them, hoping for them, imagining how I can inspire them to live a little better, be a little happier, enjoy life a little more. I exhaust my husband each evening telling him stories of every interaction I have had throughout the day, whether it is exciting, or frustrating or inspiring. Anyone who knows what I do will often ask me "how do you do a job each day where most of your time is spent just talking to people?" but I love it. If I were head down not chatting to people most of the day, I would simply go insane. 

I do enjoy my moments of peace and quiet like everyone else but to put into words what success means for me, it is knowing that in a day I have made an impact on someone's life. I have inspired them, made them smile, helped them to stop and think about something a little differently or I have simply thrown water on a seed of an idea they had which allows it to blossom and grow. 

So perhaps I am asking myself the wrong question - it is not what success LOOKS like but rather, what does success FEEL like.

When I feel I have enhanced someone's life, even the tiniest bit, the little Tigger inside me is bouncing and jumping for joy. 

That is what success feels like! 

For me...