I’m turning 34 tomorrow and before welcoming in a new birth year I started to think about my year of 33. It has been a pretty amazing year of growth and transformation where I finally felt like my true self. I must admit I’m still growing (aren’t we all) but, unlike other years, this year I decided to pull my socks up and do more deep work on myself so I would finally emerge from my cocoon. I realise that, up until this point I’ve been literally hiding; hiding from writing blog posts in case they sounded strange, hiding from being creative in case I didn’t produce something beautiful and hiding from acknowledging that my spiritual side is a big part of who I am. So the year of 33 was spent nurturing myself, my toddler and my sweet unborn child.