Welcome to the bit of the internet where the filters drop and the real stuff begins.

This is where it all spills out, the hard-won insights, boardroom epiphanies, parenting fails, late-night thoughts I maybe should’ve kept to myself and lessons learned the hard (and occasionally ridiculous) way.

Some of its strategic.

Some of its emotional.

Some of it might involve snack-based bribery or menopausal rage.

All of it? Honest.

If you’re here for real talk about what it actually takes to lead, live, build, break, rebuild and occasionally hide in your car just to think, you’re in the right place.

Because after a decade of solo parenting, nursing a former partner through medical chaos, navigating menopause like a malfunctioning heat-seeking missile and holding space for over 500 CEOs…

I’ve learned we don’t need more polish.

We need more truth.

A sense of humour that helps us get through the mess, not mask it.

And fewer people pretending they’re not winging it.

These are my Notes from Chaos.

Dip in. Scroll down. And if you laugh or snort at least once, we’re going to get on just fine.