I am forever grateful that I lived at a time when we could afford (heartfelt thanks to my hard-working chaddy) for me to spend my time and energy in bringing up our children. Around a quarter of a century all in all. A quarter-ish of my life, if I’m lucky.

There is no job title nor salary that could have sufficiently compensated me to have missed out on those precious years - even in part. It was a small fraction of my life when I zoom out, though it often didn’t feel it at the time.

Being a full-time mum was the hardest and most worthwhile thing I’ve done to date by a long shot and I can’t see anything topping it (bar potentially being a grandma, but this honour has yet to be experienced … fingers firmly crossed).

Life is simple. We make it complicated.

Meaningful relationships matter most. My nearest and dearest might miss me and occasionally think of me when I buggar off (hopefully).

A legal entity won’t. Online followers won’t.

We should always be mindful how we spend our time and energy - our most precious, limited resources - during our short time on this wonderful earth.

We come without stuff, we leave without stuff.

It’s never about stuff.