28/09/2026
Gratitude this week, on the same morning commute as always — walking out the house with my little one, who's nearly six months now, and being met with sunshine at the end of September. Won't last, I know, but it's lovely while it's here.
The bigger gratitude, though, is for my wife. I'd only just raised the fact that I need to be more proactive about growing my network here in Ireland — we moved here about four years ago, and I've genuinely not done much on that front. No sooner had I mentioned it than she was straight in, brainstorming different ways I could go about it, getting out and meeting people.
What really landed for me was her reassurance that it's okay for me to leave the house for a bit — to work, to network, to get out — while she's managing two under two at home. I knew she was doing brilliantly. But hearing her say it was fine for me to step out too? That was something I needed to hear, even if I didn't realise it until she said it.
Sometimes the support that matters most isn't the advice — it's the permission.