Over the last six weeks, I’ve been taking part in The Queen Sweep, a group coaching programme with Anna Kunnecke, whose work I love. So much has been transformed through this process, from the glasses I wear to the way that I see my time. Much of the programme is about sweeping out the dross and allowing the beauty of one’s life to shine through, or for new beauty to come into the spaces created, both literal and metaphorical. Such has been the change that after months of inactivity, I suddenly feel the compulsion to blog again and that I have the time (and head space) to do so. I posted the other day, and just sat down to do so again. Only my mind has now gone blank. Oh the frustration, when I know that I have *so much* to say, so much to tell, so much to share with the world. I had the same experience when I first started A life of one’s own; a vast amount of time angsting about it all then complete brain freeze when it came to write a post. And coincidentally, that very first post came four years ago yesterday. I hadn’t realized it, but Tumblr kindly sent an email to remind me. What a journey it has been. What a journey it still is. What I didn’t understand then but that I know now is that this journey will always continue. I will never get there, wherever there is. The journey is all I have, all anyone has. As we used to sing at primary school, ‘One more step along the world I go’.