How I lost the keys and found my trust in myself.

How I lost the keys and found my trust in myself.

Did I ever tell you about the time when I lost the keys to a Paris apartment and found my trust in myself? A few years ago I had the pleasure of attending a course in Paris. It was May, the weather was sultry, the city was blooming and I was sharing an Airbnb...
Spelunking

Spelunking

Spelunking A client of mine introduced me to the word. It’s a good one huh? Take a guess, what do you think it means? We Brits don’t often hear it over here – instead I think it’s called ‘pot holing’ which sounds like the least romantic  way to...