4 years ago this week on 12th Feb I had a brain aneurysm. When I eventually got well what emerged was a very fearless version of me.
In the first year after my recovery I left my job & became self employed, began writing a weekly column in a news paper, started a weekly radio show & appeared on a full series of a weekly topical news tv show on BBC Scotland.

What I reflect on today is that at some point between then and now I forgot I was fearless. I don’t want another brush with death obvs but oh my did life look different in those heady days! How do I get back there is a question I ponder a lot!

I keep trying to remind myself to be fearless again because it’s so f**kin awesome to be in that place.
But here I am – contemplating that I’m such a shite bag now!

(* In Glasgow a ‘shite bag’ is someone who doesn’t do anything remotely daring and fears the world! )

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