04/09/2026
I’m 31 and I’m not afraid to admit that:
1️⃣ I don’t have a permanent address, and I’m more scared of that than I let on.
Everything I own that isn’t in a suitcase is in my sisters spare room. From the outside it’s freedom, and most of the time it is. Then a week comes where nothing’s booked past Tuesday and I notice I’m snappy, sleeping badly, and reorganising a kitchen that isn’t mine.
I haven’t solved it. I’ve just started noticing it earlier.
2️⃣ I have ADHD and I’ll still work myself into the ground.
4 days flat out, then a 5th where I can’t answer a message. I’ve started putting that day in the diary before it takes itself.
I’d love to say I’ve got it handled. What I’ve actually got is an earlier warning I ignore about half the time.
3️⃣ Social media is the best and the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.
It built this. Clients I adore, a life I actually chose.Some weeks I overshare and feel exposed. Some weeks I share nothing real and feel like a brochure.
4️⃣ Sometimes I come up with 50 new business ideas and forget to work on the one I already have.
The high is in the start of things. The work is in the middle, and the middle is exactly where I am. Learning to stay there is the hardest thing I do. Harder than the training.
5️⃣ I’m a fitness coach and there are weeks I don’t train.
I do my CARs and morning mobility, I walk and that’s it, especially around travel. Not because I’ve fallen off, but because forcing a session I’ve got nothing for isn’t discipline, it’s ego with a stopwatch.
What I’m learning slowly... the goal was never to be someone with no hard parts. It’s to build a life, and a body, that can carry them without falling over.
If one of those was a bit too accurate, tell me the number. I’d rather know I’m not the only one.
