Writing on leadership,
the body, and what shifts
Occasional writing — not a schedule, just when something is worth saying. On embodied intelligence, what the science actually tells us, and what becomes possible when you stop leading from the neck up.
What nobody told me about my ovaries
In 2021, I woke up every morning convinced the world was about to end.
That's not a metaphor. That was my nervous system - scanning, bracing, detecting threat before my eyes were even open. I'd lie in bed counting backwards from ten thousand, my mind filled with worry that had no clear object. Sleep, already elusive, became nearly impossible. At work, I'd begin a task and lose the thread mid-sentence, not just distracted, but genuinely unable to reconstruct why I'd started it. And I gained 16.5 kilograms: just over 2.5 stone, or 27% of my original body weight. For someone who had maintained the same weight for four decades without any particular effort, that was alarming in its own right.