Coaching

My daughter’s laugh A crisp, clear morning The bright eyed robin who follows me round the garden The crown of an oak silhouetted against the sky Waves lapping on a shore My morning cup of tea Fresh linen and my own bed Curling up with a book by an open fire My husband's...

Since I was a teenager, I've always had something of a difficult relationship with myself. Although appearing confident, self assured and determined, I remember actually thinking "I don't like myself". I'm sure if I could bear the cringe factor of re-reading those teenage diaries I've got...