Whenever I remember who I truly am – beneath what I do, the identity I have as a mother, a wife, a daughter, a friend – I feel I return to my true home. It can sometimes be the most challenging thing we do here; to remember who we truly are. It’s easy to get lost, to get swayed by external influences, by wanting to please others, believing we have to be someone or something to be liked, loved, approved. It’s tricky being human. I find I get too lost in my mind sometimes, trying to figure things out, trying to assess what is “right” or “wrong” for me – whether I’m on the “right” or “wrong” path. I recognise that life isn’t so black and white and it’s not about what my mind logically defines as correct or not. In its simplest form, life is about following ones heart. Does this feel good? Does this bring me joy? Do I feel fulfilled in this moment? Do I feel light, free? And when I connect to my essence, to my heart, those questions become very simple to answer – one moment at a time. It’s ever-changing, ever-evolving, but coming home to my essence – well, that is something I simply have to remember is always, always there for me.