It was my midlife crisis… Having never acted before (not even at school), I booked a theatre in Covent Garden, rehearsed for 18 months, and put on a one woman show playing all 17 parts. I did this mostly to get over the fear that had secretly crept up on me (that creeps up exponentially on a lot of us in our late 40s).

↪ It’s a type of fear that you develop a strange Stockholm syndrome relationship with, the one that makes you fall in love with the confines of a comfort zone, you know it’s toxic but you can’t seem to escape.

↪ I also produced the show on because I was tired of hearing that there is no market for a 50-something Asian woman. We are invisible. 😢

Doing the show was the most terrifying/exhilarating thing that I have ever done.

The play wanted to be a novel and I did everything I could not to write it -but I did and it took me four years. I was offered a fourth book deal with HarperCollins and for various reasons, had to turn it down. Fear faithfully accompanying me, whispering that it would never see the light of day if I turned down that deal.

As Elizabeth Gilbert says fear “is boring, because it only ever has one thing to say to us, and that thing is: “STOP!”

➡ Don’t let anyone define who you are and tell you what you can or cannot do.
➡ I have found trying to overcome fear before starting anything is pointless.
➡ Invite fear along the journey but don’t let it drive 😊

🚀 Paperback launch today in Germany 🇩🇪

More to follow…


Yesterday, I asked  myself why I continue to do things that make no sense to anyone else but me. I love it when questions that are posed by myself are answered by the universe. It answered the question this morning, via a poem by William Stafford:

There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.

“The Way It Is” by William Stafford

➡ My thread is the love of story. The power it has to transform not just the self but others.
➡ When I am doubting and about to embark upon a journey that makes no sense (which I currently am), I have found it really helpful to take a moment to reflect and feel its pull.

If you’re on a journey that appears to make no sense to anyone but yourself, I hope you find this poem both helpful and hopeful 🙏 ✨

#Keep going