This week I’ve launched a newsletter for the mental health/ online therapy social enterprise I work for (you can subscribe here), planned a staycation for next week (if I can’t travel, I will eat out), started therapy, yes, finally, got Stephen Levine’s book and decided to live the next 12 months as the last year of my life.

Some run marathons, others climb mountains, this is the sort of challenge I am into. The therapist tells me I tend to over organise, over structure my life so I need more flexibility, more openness to uncertainty, spontaneity, play, more unpredictability in my life. It is hard when early on in your life surprises meant more trauma, and over organising was the only way to try and control the emotional volatility around. Living this year as if it were my last should help with expanding beyond that.

If the next 12 months were your last, what would you do?

I am not buying a boat or embarking on a world travel adventure. Peace and quiet is more of my thing and I don’t intend to make my family bankrupt just because it is my last hoorah. But I am becoming braver with some day to day and bigger decisions and most importantly I don’t delay now. Joy is prioritised. Spiritual life comes into sharp focus – how can I make this world a little bit better in the next 11 months? There is a lot to ponder and put in motion. Work in progress.