I spent the day in my spiritual mentor’s cabin. It’s in the wilds of Surrey and during my last visit, I had palpitations during an exploration of fear, hence I was apprehensive as my car drew up today and had there not been a fellow mentoree in the passenger seat, I might have been tempted to run away.

I needn’t have worried as it was a gentle and magical day. The sun shone, the birds sang and gallons of tea were consumed.

There were five of us and our task was a life review, to see how far we have come in the first half of this year-long spiritual mentoring programme and to plan ahead. Progress in this field is like other people’s children. I notice how much everyone else has grown, but cannot see it in myself. It has definitely happened.

Back in January, I scoffed at the word ‘manifesting’ yet it seems I’ve been doing a lot of it, from a Marie Condo trained declutterer who sorted out my wardrobes, through to a talk I’ve been booked to do in July and works on the house – my hallway is in the process of being decorated. That is something of a miracle. When we bought our house, I declared ‘That wallpaper is coming down, I hate it’ and now 17-years-later, it has finally been stripped.

Everything in my life is changing. I’m well on my way to becoming a PR coach, a prospect which really excites me. I’ve done two free one-hour sessions with willing guinea pigs and loved it. One has already contacted the local press and written her first press release. I’m excited about this new path and can’t wait to get going.

I meditate each morning and take silent days every month. I’ve discovered that I love chanting and that my old body can even do a bit of gentle yoga without breaking. Yes I still feel fearful and anxious, but only some of the time. I don’t worry as much as I used to, I have reserves of inner calm I didn’t know existed and I know that my purpose is to help and inspire others. I also feel HUGELY grateful for all that I have. I am one seriously lucky bitch.