2009 - a rather strange year...

If 2008 was quite possibly the single most intense year I've ever had, 2009 was the polar opposite, the most low-key year in all my adult life. I guess if you've pelted through life for two decades, having a quieter year is to be expected even though it can be difficult to live. When I'm used to all years having some highlights, a year like this feels like nothings happened. Of course many lovely things have happened but everything gets pitched against past experiences, past highs - so you have to hit even higher for it to nudge into conciousness.

Low-key doesn't mean bad though as I can see many good things that happened in the year. However as my recent past has been marked by some major achievements every year (usually in the work sense), 2009 has felt as if I've been laying strong foundations for the next chapter. I have no idea what lies ahead in this next chapter, I know that I want it to include my own family but as ever, this remains the one area of my life where I feel I have no control. At the end of the day, what is going to happen will happen - at times I do wish it would hurry up a bit though!

When I moved back to London from Ibiza in March, my flat was rented out and as I didn't have any work immediately, I took the safe option of moving back into the family home. It's not a decision I would have made by choice, it was more a decision of circumstances. In previous years, work has come my way fairly easily and I expected more of the same, even during the recession. However, something had changed fundamentally in what I wanted from work. I'd achieved all I needed to achieve on a personal work level before I left for Ibiza (and I never would have gone if I still felt I hadn't reached the peak that I'd been so determined to get to for a number of years) and deep down inside I knew that I wanted to find a way of working that would give me the freedom, flexibility and finances to live a life between London and Ibiza - and neither of the two things I'd done before would allow that. When the Arbonne opportunity came my way, as soon as I grasped the business potential, I realised I'd found the thing that could make my dream a reality, I just have to work it and it will happen. But the set up means that you're not necessarily making big money immediately - you take the biggest pay cut ever in a bid to earn more than you've probably dreamt was possible.

Back in London, staying at my parents house and with little money and initially no work meant socialising disappeared from any scale of importance. Also when I'm feeling slightly off-kilter as I did when I returned to London, I only want to see those I'm closest to. I spent a lot of time with Claud and the boys - with Kymani and Elias as my godsons, it only felt natural to go and hang out with them and they always lifted my spirits when I saw them. Staying in Dulwich meant that my nearest neighbour turned out to be Wilding, only two streets away. We embarked on a lot of spontaneous socialising in East Dulwich and by the time he moved out of the area a couple of weeks ago, I found myself considering him one of my best friends, certainly one of a handful who I would confide in about anything.

This sort of more spontaneous socialising suits me better - with Wilding, most of the time one or the other would call or text suggesting meeting up and an hour or two later and that would be it. No foreward planning, no getting diaries out to consult when we both had a free window - I think the only times I saw him when it was slightly more "organised" was when he was either DJing or doing one of the podcasts live. With Claud and the boys it was a little more planned but by days, not weeks in advance. Whenever I was free, I'd slot in with whatever they were doing which meant I've seen a lot of the boys this year. By Easter it was becoming apparent that they recognised me and even Kymani who takes a long time to warm to people was coming round to me. Now he'll be more excited to see me than twin Elias, but I'm very much a part of both of their lives.

One of the things I really didn't like about life before I moved to Ibiza was how difficult it was to see friends, spontaneity was a word that just didn't seem to feature in most people's vocabularies. You'd have to consult diaries and plan weeks or even months ahead to get a two-hour slot with someone you considered a close friend. The main consequence of that is by the time you meet up, have said hello and got past the "how are you" bit, it's time to go home again. And so it goes on, every time you meet up, you never get past the "how are you bit" so you end up feeling somewhat disconnected with people. It's fine if they're social acquaintances who you only see out and about and it's normal to have a 3-second conversation but strange with people you'd consider closer. Maybe I was at fault as I seemed to have a lot of friends and would flit between different people, different groups. I saw a little bit of lots of people.

It's been different this year, at first through circumstance and now I wouldn't choose it to be any other way. I've spent a lot of time with just a few people and consequently I feel I've got much deeper, stronger, tighter bonds with them. When my mum first went into hospital in November, it was Claud and Wilding who were the only two people who knew what was going on. They provided constant support, always asked how my mum was, always asked if we'd had any results. They are the two people in London I know I can go to if I'm feeling wobbly, if I feel in need of a hug. And the great thing is, having spent so much time with them the past few months, I feel completely at ease being totally open with them. So even though I haven't liked not having much money, not feeling work has completely taken off and being back in my childhood home, something very positive, very special has come out of it, as it seems it always does!

I didn't focus on Arbonne until the beginning of October and used August and September to jetset around, doing all the things I wanted to do, all the things that if I'd been working full-time (even for myself) would have been impossible to do. I gallavanted around and it all felt quite decadent and at times a bit reckless but I'm glad I did it! There was only one week in those two months when I wasn't getting on a plane but I still found myself at the airport as Simone was in transit and I wanted to get a couple of hours with her. My two trips to Ibiza meant spending a lot of time with Octavia as I was staying with her and that was just brilliant! She has to be my favourite person on the island and the first person I'll see I can stay with whenever I head over there. I flew up to Edinburgh for the night as Wilding as doing another live show of the Perfect Ten. Ten days later I flew back up to Scotland for Daryl's wedding in the Highlands, against the beautiful backdrop of Loch Lomond. And then a day after getting back to London from my second trip to Ibiza, I jetted off again to LA to celebrate Carly's birthday with her. So although this year has felt very low key, it has been very much friend-focused and I think deep down inside, that was something I wanted, needed, had been looking for.

The other thing that I'm aware of is that after three years of kinesiology treatment, I finally feel that I'm back to normal. When I last went to see the kinesiologist at the beginning of October, I was acutely aware of the fact that my hormones were still wonky and I found myself wondering if I would ever feel better, would I ever be okay again, would I ever find myself feeling normal again? In that session, the problem that came to the fore was candida in my stomach, quite possibly the reason why I looked and felt constantly bloated in my lower stomach. No matter how many sit-ups I did a day, my lower belly just had a mind of its own. I was given a whole heap of supplements to take for four months, with a secondary supplement to try and balance the hormones. When I started the course of supplements I was feeling truly horrendous and once again wondered when, if ever, would I be better?

But I was determined to take the supplements properly, the correct number every day and not miss any days out. The first month I didn't see or feel any results but by the second month, my bloated stomach disappeared and other stomach problems I'd had eased away too. And amongst all of this, it felt like my hormones were back to behaving normally. I'd hate to think what state I would have been the last few weeks while we've been having parent health scares if my hormones were still all over the place. I probably would have plummeted and then had to drag myself out again from the lowest depths. Yet now, having to face some fairly stressful situations, I held it all together and got on with things, my hormones not preventing me from functioning properly. Further research into candida showed that it can cause a hormonal imbalance or depression and so this may have been one of the major problems all along. Finally I feel like my insides are back to being healthy and I can resume normal life where health is concerned.

So 2009 is definitely not a year when nothing happened. But what's been going on has been part of this foundation I've been laying for what is around the corner. I feel like I'm ready for whatever it is and once it comes, I can spring into action, knowing my health is back, I think I've dealt with any other outstanding issues and grown and developed and created a bedrock of incredibly strong, loyal, brilliant friends. When next year kicks into action and whatever magic coming my way comes, I'll look back at this time and be thankful that I got everything in order so I was ready for the next chapter!