Sometimes, it appears that you have all the fundamental sections in your life which should make you complete: a house, a husband, good friends, a supportive family, and the perfect job—yet still there’s something missing. Almost like a young child faced with their future as a series of jigsaw pieces they must collect and slot into place along the way; although I was lucky enough to have all of my pieces, the picture I was presented with when my jigsaw was finally complete appeared bland. It was not exciting. Somehow, there was still something missing, I just didn’t know what.
My job, my husband, my family, all the major things in my life which I somehow cast aside and deemed as being not that important in relation to ‘finding myself’—I now realise they were the best things in my life unti
