I owe you an honest “Hello”!

I've been absent from your inbox for longer than I intended, and I could dress that up with something about "seasons of reflection" but the truth is less polished than that. I had to stop and ask myself some hard questions about what I was building and whether it was what I actually wanted, or whether I'd been constructing someone else's vision of what a health business looks like and trying to squeeze myself into it.

Sometimes you have to walk a road to know for certain it's not yours.

So. Here I am. Still a GP who has spent years in clinical practice watching women like you sit across from me looking exhausted and being told their blood tests are normal. Still trained in lifestyle medicine and functional medicine. Still a coach. Still, before and underneath all of those things, a woman of faith who believes fiercely that God did not design you to spend your forties and fifties running on fumes, wondering if this is all there is.

You and I both know the woman I'm describing is not hypothetical. She is sitting in boardrooms and church pews and school car parks and on the other end of late-night phone calls to her mother back home, and she is tired in a way that no holiday will fix. Her joints ache. Her sleep is unreliable. She's noticed her memory doing things it didn't used to do. And somewhere beneath the tiredness, there's something else. A sense that she was made for something she hasn't yet stepped into.

If this is no longer for you, I understand completely, and you can unsubscribe with my warmest wishes.

But if something in you is still reading.. stay. I'll be here, writing about the things I wish someone had told me years ago. Honest, specific, rooted in what I've learned from medicine and faith and from being a woman navigating this same stretch of life myself.