Hope in the Noise

A much needed catch up and return to writing.

It’s been a while since I wrote a new post here, and like many of you, I’ve been feeling the weight of the world pressing in. Between the relentless cycle of human rights violations, global crises, and the ever-present hum of fearmongering, it’s easy to feel like adding my voice to the noise is just that…more noise. But today, I want to return to these margins with something a little different: a personal check-in, a reflection, and maybe, just maybe, a small dose of hope.

Since wrapping up Men's Month, the end of the 2024 felt like a rapid, shifting blur. My trip to the U.S. for the holidays was in some ways lovely and deeply needed, and in other ways, heartbreaking and hard. It left me thinking a lot about how I want to shape my future holidays, and I know that Christmas 2025 will be restful, calm, and filled with love and acceptance (maybe even some sunshine).

Life in 2025 has been full in the best and busiest ways. My fractional work has kept me engaged with fascinating companies navigating their next stages of growth, while my coaching practice continues to be a source of deep fulfillment. I’m watching people step into their power, wrestle with their doubts, and build something meaningful in their careers and lives. It’s a privilege to walk alongside them. (Still room for 2 or 3 more clients max…if you are interested).

And then there’s the moon circle…a new and deeply nourishing space I’ve been cultivating. What started as a simple idea has become a gathering of beautiful London women sharing their experiences, releasing what no longer serves them, and setting intentions under the glow of the moon. It’s a reminder that even in times of uncertainty, we can create rituals of care and connection.

Speaking of nourishment, my longtime bestie Jelisa recently visited, and her presence was like a breath of fresh air. There’s something about being with the people who truly know you, the ones who don’t need the backstory because they’ve lived it with you. We laughed, we talked about everything and nothing, and we made space for each other’s joy and exhaustion. (Also…I drove us around on the “wrong” side of the car/road…and we survived!)

Of course, none of this exists in a vacuum. The world is a mess. Again. Still. And with every decision (illegal or otherwise), the noise of fear is loud! We’ve been here before. We’ve survived before. And yet, it’s hard not to feel the creeping dread that wants to take up permanent residence. I feel it. I know many of you do too.

But here’s what I’m holding onto: fear isn’t the only currency in this world. Hope still exists. Resistance still exists. Community still exists. We are still here, choosing to create, choosing to care, choosing to believe in something better. And that matters.

So, consider this my way of stepping back into the conversation (not with all the answers) with a willingness to keep showing up.

A few things keeping me sane and hopeful these days:

• Books, books, books. I’m purposely reading fiction every day again to allow myself that escape into words that I love. (From this year’s reads so far, I recommend: Pockets by Hannah Carlson, We Solve Murders by Richard Osman, and The Morrigan by Kim Curran)

• Connection and Disconnection. Being intentional about where I spend my relationship energy versus getting sucked into things that don’t help. I have to tell myself often: Do Not LIVE in the Comments! No actual life happens there!

• Kittens! The addition of Oliver to our little home on February 2nd has been interesting and sweet. It was a rocky first couple of weeks as Lucy adjusted to his presence, but now there is a rhythm in our house, with lots of chasing each other and cuddles.

What’s been keeping you hopeful lately? I’d love to hear.

L