31/07/2026
My existing is about wanting to still romp at 60 whilst needing a walking aid from time to time.
Reaching the end of my sixth decade and starting my seventh means mostly not dressing “appropriately” for my age (in truth, I’ve rarely dressed appropriately in my life); it means a good time to get a tattoo so that it still looks great at 80; it means not drinking again till I’m 70, and then reassessing; it means continuing to work; it means wearing flat shoes, but not necessarily sensible ones; it means learning new ways to be fit and healthy when swimming is off the cards and running was never on; it means beginning to live; it means embracing my grandmotherhood when I wasn’t even ever a mother; it means being less excessive and bringing a modicum of moderation in from time to time; it means being more serene and less brash😬
Today’s my last day at Dove Suite where I’ve psychotherapised, consulted, assessed, coached, supervised, psychologically therapised in private practice for the last decade of a nigh on 30-year second career. Skype Saturdays, FaceTime Fridays and Whattsap Wednesdays started for me just one month before the England locked down in 2020. I then embraced Zoom and that’s always been a platform for my work alongside being physically co-located with my clients.
Since having to operate online again due to compromised mobility, I’d just started back at the room about 3 weeks ago, but rent is astronomical, such is the greed of the Catholic Church that owns a good selection of property in the west end (as a nostalgic, not-very-good Catholic daughter of a strict Catholic dad with a papal knighthood, I’m allowing such judgment😉) and so the room became unaffordable. So I’ve moved my practice upstairs a floor to share with colleagues🥰, and am still at Golden Square giving golden therapy nuggets🙃
Endings are also beginnings. Here’s to a new decade. This one is mine!✨