12/08/2026
But different..
As you know since I moved to Portugal and thanks to Brexit, I can’t call myself a physio when I practice.
Whilst I get myself fluent in Portuguese to apply for my licence, I have retrained.
Thankfully the way I worked as a physio in England is similar to what I now do.
Personal training and massage therapy for complex rehabilitation.
I was always a very hands off physio.
I like you to do the work.
To see you can heal yourself.
But now it’s official…
I am a PT (with 20 years physio experience and a sh*t load of training in other fields)
These new titles have broadened my skill set.
Opened my eyes and heart.
Expanded my repertoire in places I never thought possible (somatics and dance ✨)
I am loving the journey my career is taking me on and I am diving into even more left field areas (more on that soon) that make so much sense now and are interesting and exciting.
So really.
Nothing has changed.
Except everything ✨
24/07/2026
Do you know how many mums messaged me after I said I was taking a week’s holiday… alone?
“Omg, I’ve got a weekend next week!”
“Me too. I can’t wait for some peace.”
And then there was the one I heard far too often…
“Wow. How did you wangle that?”
So many partners work away (especially here in Portugal), and while yes, they’re working, let’s be honest… they’re also without a million “Daddy!” requests a day.
Then there is so-called second shift women do after work—looking after the house, partner and children.
So why is taking time for ourselves still wrapped in guilt?
I’ve only had one day… and it’s been magic.
Every decision has been mine.
I got up when I wanted.
Went to the beach and didn’t even go on it.
Trained in a bikini.
Made dinner extra spicy 🌶️
Read while I ate.
Changed my plans three times.
Even slept in the spare room because it felt like a little hotel break. 😝
I didn’t rush.
I didn’t have to think about anyone else.
It was just me and my nervous system.
My day.
My agenda.
And yes, before anyone says it…I adore my children and can’t wait to see them. That goes without saying.
But bloody hell…
If mothers need anything, it’s peace and quiet.
This shouldn’t feel like a quiet rebellion.
Because it does. It almost feels naughty, it feels so good!
It should be normal.
So, if you can “wangle” some time for yourself…either in your own mind or with your partner (cause let’s be honest we can be our own worst enemies.
Do it.
Without guilt.
Without shame.
You’ll come back a new woman.
And I suspect your family will quite like that version of you too. ✨🫶✨
Signing off for the weekend…
Unapologetically prioritising myself. ✨