How one small change to my business card hides some pretty big battles with imposter syndrome, and how I started to own my career as a writer
On taking on introvert tendencies and irrational fears, and taking accountability for making exciting things happen
So Blogtacular was yesterday. I got up at 7.15am for a train to London at 7.50am, and a full twelve hours later stumbled back out of the train station carrying more bags than I started with, barely coherent, and clutching a wooden spatula bearing the command “Paint Everything”. I was swiftly scooped up by the waiting husband and posted into the car with a bag of takeaway dinner. This morning I woke up at the crack of sparrow fart with an overwhelming urge to Write All The Things.
This year I decided to throw myself into sewing and blogging activities, which had included among other things booking a pattern cutting evening class at Central St Martins, and buying