Last night people crossed London in the crazy heat to sit in a basement to listen to me do my first ever London book reading and it was gorgeous. Just so, so, so gorgeous.
Not sure what else to say except that I’m sitting here in my dressing grown grinning to myself like a woman in love. Which I guess I am – I’m a woman in love with life, my family and my friends who arrived last night looking so gorgeous… (gorgeous seems to be the word of the day).
In the room were friends who gave me a home when I abandoned full time work in order to engage in full-time navel gazing, friends who did vision boards with me and road-tested sports cars, friends who helped me do spreadsheets when I was crying over bank statements, friends who ran across hot coals with me at Tony Robbins and friends who listened to me and coached me through months and months of book writing slog, which came with an extra dollop of depression just for added drama…