grace

Your story matters

Your story matters

The air was filled with laughter and chatter, as more than 4000 women took their seats in the auditorium. Everywhere I looked I saw women hugging one another ‘hello’, squealing with delight as they located a friend, beckoning her over, ‘I saved you a seat, come sit with me’. We were all there for a women’s conference. A celebration of friendship, purpose and love and yet I felt utterly alone. No one had saved me a seat; there were no smiles of recognition as my gaze connected with other women in the crowd. I was there on my own. New to this city, it was a last minute decision to attend the event and it seemed like everyone had a friend except me.

These three words changed my life

These three words changed my life

The other day I was talking to a friend and we were discussing all of the things we wished we could do, the things we wished we could be, the things we wished we could have ‘under control’ and all of the things we wished we’d already achieved. This conversation got me thinking...