This morning I was in the car with my daughter and couldn’t help but start crying, my daughter instantly got worried and asked me why I was crying like a crazy lady. Fair call for a 7-year-old whose Mum starts sobbing without warning.
I tried to explain to her they were happy tears, like, no really, not sad, HAPPY TEARS.
The truth is, these were really tears of utter joy, elation and ‘holy-eff-i-did’ it because today was the day I got rewarded for winning my own race.


















