I sometimes can’t seem to find the time to pluck that thick little black hair that periodically appears just under my chin.  And there’s a small bit of bird poo on my bright yellow front door which has seen a season pass that I keep meaning to address.  So why on earth squeeze in time to blog?  Who even has time to read it?  In answer to myself, I’ve found recently that I love to write and it helps make sense of my occasionally topsy-turvy life.  So if there’s no-one out there this will be my digital space to come to with a cup of chamomile and spill.

In case anyone is interested in my middle-aged musings, by way of introduction first and foremost I’m a single Mum of a wonderful soon to be man; valuable fodder no doubt for future posts.  Number One Son is still a minor and as so will be encouraged in the strongest terms to subscribe to this blog, so my observations will only focus on my attempt at parenting and won’t highlight anything that would embarrass him.  Except me of course. I’m also a self-employed Life & Career Coach and Training Consultant and when I’m not winging it as my own boss I love travel and long distance walking challenges.  The latter will be the source of many a post over the next few months for the following reason.
Following a group walking holiday on the final section of the Camino de Santiago in 2012, this year I’ve answered the ‘niggle’ that has ensued ever since and decided to do the whole darn thing. So in six weeks, along with a great friend from University, I’m taking my currently under-prepared feet 800km from St Jean Pied de Port in the French Pyrenees westwards across the north of Spain to our ultimate destination Santiago de Compostela in the province of Galicia.  I’ve looked up an online thesaurus to find a word that expresses scary and exciting in equal measure and can’t find one that fits the bill.  So for now I just feel exscared.

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¡Buen Camino for now!