Divorced, dating and living with Mum. #1

In 1999 when I was posing as posh spice and dreaming of my life. I didn’t see this..
There’s nothing like moving into your mums spare room, aged 32 with a 2 year old to make you get over yourself. 

All those years you couldn’t wait to leave your mums tight grip and yet when you’re falling it’s the first thing you reach for.

There’s a beauty to failure. An art to falling apart. It’s humbling and affirming. It’s crushing and inspiring. It’s raw and it’s fucking real. 

So welcome to my blog where I’m documenting and sharing my lessons in life after a plot twist I didn’t see coming but ended up being so grateful for. 

Strap in because I’m sharing the good, the bad and the juicy ;)