When the seasons shift, even the subtle beginning, the scent of a promised change, I feel something stir inside me. Hopefulness? Gratitude? Openness? Whatever it is, it's welcome.

I feel good when I stir something with a spurtle, but I don't make porridge very much in London.

It's not only moving that creates new starting points. Sometimes all it takes is a subtle shift in perspective, an opening of the mind, an intentional pause and reset, or a new route to start to see new options and new possibilities.

I think I run my strongest when I run with joy, with gratitude, with focus, with grace.

Modeling is the world that I feel most welcome in.

Inside, I feel 30ish - I'm childish and optimistic.