The other day, I was speaking to a friend who is one of most nurturing people I know. We were having a catch-up and I breezily announced that I reckoned I was through the "primary stage" of grief after my mum passed away last September. I continued, explaining that I couldn't understand why I still haven't decided what I want to offer next as a signature service - even though I've thought about … [Read more...] about The sheer inevitability of wings