There is nothing like motherhood to expose us to uncharted extremes of emotion. I have always lived a quite passionate existence; experiencing euphoric highs of energy and sensation during times of motivated happiness counteracted by crushing lows of disappointment when my fortune and fervour ran dry.
But what I thought I knew about the limits of my emotional experience, I hadn’t a clue. The day I became a mother - actually three days before, during the first onset of labour and corresponding despair at my absolute loss of control - my soul was stirred to unfamiliar psychological depths.
Looked death in the eye. Then never looked back. I left the city for the mountains. Left the corporate world for the ski industry. Met the man of my dreams. Gave birth to my heart and soul. Juggling mummyhood, skiing, consulting and blogging. Loving it.