Autumn is my favourite season, and I feel like the crisp air and crunchy leaves almost challenge me to get honest and reflective so that I can shed what no longer serves. This Autumn, I’m asking myself if I can shed my need to be right. You know those moments where you say something to someone important to you and afterwards wish you’d just kept your mouth shut? I started off today having a yucky experience with one of my daughters, the details of which I’m not going to share