I'm at the beginning of a new journey. I setting off, literally and metaphorically, to find out What REALLY Matters. Because I'm not entirely sure I know, not clearly anyway. Honestly I'm often quite unsure about what really matters to me. I'll think something matters one day only to find that it didn't ever really matter to me but rather mattered to someone else. On many occasions, I have found that I'd been made to think something matters by overblown corporate, social or political ideology and have suddenly realised that it really doesn't matter at all. And then there are the stickier things that I know matter, deep down, but I then realise that I don't live in a way that reflects that knowing - like saying that my health matters whilst working myself into a complete state of burnout. Why now? On the 11th November 2019, I went to the toilet and found I was bleeding. Nothing that unusual you might think - women bleed every month. But I was 8 w...