Have you noticed these days that we have become obsessed with finding our purpose? People everywhere seem frantic and stressed in trying to find it and work out what it is.

I think there is this moment where a woman hits her 30's and if she's not where she thought she "should" be, something happens. She thinks there is something wrong with her. She sees herself as "unsuccessful" somehow. Sound familiar?

Pursue your passions, take risks, and live the life you have always wanted. You deserve it.

It’s amazing what happens when you let go of the grip on the doing, and come to comfort with being, somehow time seems to expand and lengthen. That’s because, in the being, you are still enough to notice the world around you.

Truth is, I’ve never really liked having my photo taken, I felt uncomfortable and exposed in front of a lens. I’d also never really stopped to ask myself why that was, but when I did stop I realised it’s because there is a true vulnerability in it, it’s really being seen by another, and that freaked the hell out of me.