Sorry folks, it's TG gets philosophical time, so here are some mind meanderings...

Two years ago, I came out of a relationship a broken woman; destroyed, self-esteem on the floor, confidence in tatters. Some months following, friends encouraged me to go on dating apps...

not for anything serious, but just so that I could "see how attractive I was to other people" – to give me an ego boost.. and maybe some nice flirting and maybe some sex…

Well, most of you have followed the highs and (mainly) lows of that journey and, of course, in truth

meeting or matching with so many careless, disinterested people, it has at times served to do quite the opposite.

It is only now, completely on my own, for the first time, that I am able to truly reflect on it all.

All my adult life, I have filled my life with noise.

I have worked incredibly and ambitiously hard and I am proud of what I have achieved.

I have worked long, long, dedicated hours and I have filled non-working hours with drinks and friends and partying and work-outs and dates. I haven’t ever really stopped – until now.

I see, that over the last few years with the dating, I have mistakenly been searching for someone to give me the light, to heal the pain, to wash away the grief and the disappointment, to hold me up and say “you are enough”.

But I today I realise, that no-one else can give me the light. I am the light. I am enough. I am enough for me and enough for anyone that wishes to accept and embrace me. The search may not be over but from now on, I am determined to see this as a voyage rather than a quest.

So, in the weirdest of weird ways, thank you Covid, for forcing me to stop, for forcing me to look at what I have and for helping me see that I am ok, as me, with or without a partner, and I will continue to be ok.