Last year I was voted onto a list of top motivational speakers to book in London.
A list that included Richard Branson and Steven Bartlett.
I am not going to pretend that didn’t stop me in my tracks for a moment.
Because it did.
London is a city I genuinely love working in. The pace. The ambition. The straight-talking energy. The fact that people turn up wanting to build something and expect you to meet them there. It asks a lot of you, and I respect that.
To be recognised as a speaker in that environment, alongside people who have shaped global conversations around leadership, business and belief, is a huge honour. Not because of ego. Because of what it represents.
It proves something important.
That you do not have to be the loudest voice in the room.
- You do not need a perfect story.
- You do not need to come from privilege or certainty.
You just need a story that is real, lived, and offered with purpose.
Standing on stages in London, sharing my journey, talking honestly about resilience, inclusion, leadership and getting back up when life does not go to plan, still matters. It still lands. And it still helps people move forward.
And right now, that feels more important than ever.
We are living through a time where motivation is not a nice-to-have. It is fuel. Where inspiration is not fluffy. It is survival. People are carrying a lot, often quietly, and if my story helps even one person feel seen, steadier, or more capable of taking the next step, then the platform is worth it.
Being on that list reminded me that there is space for all of us. For global icons. And for lived experience. For big names. And for human stories that meet people where they are.
I am proud of the recognition.
Grateful for the trust.
And committed to continuing to show up, give back, and make the story count.
London, thank you.
The journey continues.