13/09/2026
What a difference a week can make.
This time last week I was enjoying an impromptu “aqua aerobics” class in a pool in Corfu with new holiday friends. 😂
My fiancé and I had enjoyed a week of sunshine, laughs and cocktails and were looking forward to an evening having dinner overlooking the sea.
This week?
I'm sitting in my office watching the rain fall outside my window. ☔️
Who else plays the “this time last week/month/year” game?
I know I do.
When I was a single mum, I often found myself looking back at the past and thinking about everything that had happened to bring me to where I was.
After separation and divorce, I think that's something many of us can relate to.
We look back at how life used to be.
The things we wish had been different.
The choices we might have made differently.
The future we thought we were going to have.
But over time, I realised something.
If I kept looking backwards, I was going to miss what might be waiting for me ahead.
Because at that time, I couldn't have imagined some of the moments that would eventually become part of my life.
The people I hadn't met yet.
The places I hadn't visited.
The laughter I hadn't shared.
The experiences I hadn't had.
And a future I hadn't even begun to imagine.
So if you find yourself playing the “this time last year” game tonight, be gentle with yourself.
But maybe allow yourself to play another game too...
“What could this time next year look like?”
Because your past may be part of your story.
But there are still pages you haven't written, people you haven't met and moments you haven't lived.
And sometimes what feels like an ending...
is simply the place where a new beginning starts.