Dream bigger little girl.

I think I was about 11 years old when I told my daddy that I really wanted to have a wendy-house in the back-garden. In usual parent/child fashion we went back and forth for a while with our reasons why it was or wasn’t a good idea. I honed my negotiation skills early on and…

Counting the Cost.

I was in a meeting the other day listening to a presentation about some of the ways we’re moving forward at Tearfund. One guy asked a colleague of mine, “so, what’s the dream then? What does this look like in practice?” and her answer kind of stuck with me. She said, “I suppose the dream…

Letter to a 70 year old me…

After a few long, hard months of steep learning curves I told someone that I was tired of only learning stuff in hindsight. It’s exhausting. So they asked me to look 6 months ahead and consider the things I might want to have learnt when I look back. Being me, I thought I’d take it…