Keep taking steps among sand dunes

Actions do not need to be accompanied by a fanfare to be meaningful, writes Caro Giles

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I have noticed blossom in the hedgerows when I drive my youngest daughter to school, the roadsides peppered with stars formed from tiny petals. As I continue my ongoing dance between the sea and the city, the trees dotting streets lined with tenement flats are also blooming. Pink confetti will soon fall into my hair and onto the pavements I tread again and again until they almost begin to feel like home.

The early months of this year have been defined by two things for me: finishing writing my second book and contemplating a different kind of life for my family. Both seem almost impossible on paper, amongst the challenges of single parenting four children with varying complicated needs in the middle of nowhere. There have been many mornings, accompanied only by candles and my small grey cat, when I have wanted to hide under my duvet instead of get up and work, hoping that the book would magically write itself.