I reckon I might just be a bit of a Peter Pan ( why there isn't a female equivalent to the youth-chasing PP I don't know, but that surely requires a whole other post)- essentially my point is, I refuse to GROW UP or more so, I don't feel that different from the 21 year old girl I was erm, (Googles a calculator)-14 years ago (case in point)- despite two kids and 2 c-sections (ouch) and cement thick concealer to hide my my eye bags.
Recently my husband and close friends have informed me that I'm too nice!
A back-handed compliment if ever there was one right?!
Too nice? Am I too nice?!
Life can be a little bit surreal at times and in some respects it can feel, well, a little bit full circle.
I know I'm being ambiguous but bare with me...
On Thursday night I attended the film première of Eddie the Eagle, a movie made by Lionsgate UK, a company I used to work for.
A lot of people keep mentioning 'success' to me lately, some kindly comment that they feel I'm successful- and while that's flattering, it's made me question how I personally deem and measure success.
