Recently, I was doing a pre-project briefing with a group I don't usually work with. There was a sea of faces listening to me — and one face that seemed to be giving me... the side-eye. My brain immediately got to work. - They think you’re stupid. - Who does she think she is, telling us what to do? And, because apparently my internal critic likes to diversify: - She's bigger in person than she looks online! Excellent. Thanks, brain. Meanwhile,

I’ve been working with a client recently who is trying incredibly hard to support a struggling member of their team. And I mean really trying. They’ve coached. They’ve listened. They’ve put structures in place. They’ve given time and space. They’ve tried encouragement. They’ve tried being firmer. They've tried carrot. They've tried stick. They've probably contemplated becoming the entire vegetable patch at this point. And still... Squeak. This has gotten me thinking about whe

Context is probably necessary here. How exactly did I end up in Tanzania holding a spanner? I've been working with a plumbing company for the past couple of years as they grow their business, supporting the founder and his new team. They were invited to Tanzania to do some incredible volunteering work — helping to build and plumb an accommodation block in a place with no running water, sewage, shops… anything. I, being me, said: “I can help too.” Enthusiasm first, practicalit

'This woman's an imposter, she's not meant to be here, she's not one of us'. Have you ever felt like that? ...

An interview with Frank Turner on inclusion, diversity, kindness and begrudging leadership