It’s been some time since my last post, it’s nearly party season and I’m still nowhere near full of beans.

I am up early today and packed for a few days away in the BEAUTIFUL Scottish Highlands with family. We’re staying in Kinlochleven – a village that’s full of special memories for us a family. My Auntie Debra lived in a lovely little flat in the village until she died in September 2020. We’re headed up to say one final goodbye to the place she called home and hand the keys over so that someone else can go on to make magical memories there.

We’ve got a long drive ahead of us and the next few days may be hard at times, but I’m in high spirits right now and looking forward to quality time with some of my nearest and dearest, whatever the circumstances. The last time I was in Kinlochleven, I ordered the scrummiest meat and potatoes in a local pub. And I enjoyed so many wonderful walks around Loch Leven itself. This time, I should be able to do all of those things again, but whilst also supporting my Mum and her younger sister and making time to remember and reflect.

It’s been a shaky few weeks already. Life’s had me permanently frazzled, wandering when I’m going to fall flat on my face and mess it all up. I keep thinking I’m going to forget something important or drop the ball on something. BUT I’m here now having survived it all and somehow kept on top of things. And I’m going to get through the next few days too.

I think the older I get, the more I’m learning that you can only be so prepared. In fact, people rarely feel fully prepared for anything. We’re all just figuring it out as we go.