Let me tell you about the time I promised a friend I'd run a webinar for her because she was poorly — and then completely forgot having got sucked into my usual evening routine. Or the time I didn't check the small print on a contract closely enough and nearly cost my employer £15,000 in bottled water, yikes. Right now, one of my computers has been randomly switching itself off for weeks, and I still haven't got round to fixing it...or rather, the overwhelm of figuring out how or whether the archaic thing should just be replaced, isn't enough of a priority for my brain to shift it up the list.

ADHD work-related angst has shadowed me my whole adult life. I've missed things. I've forgotten things. I know exactly what it feels like from the inside.

But here's the other half of the story: I once raised £250,000 and brought together 250 young people to run a week-long leadership festival — largely by myself, in six months. (Cue the inevitable burnout — more on that another time.) I started my own business when my son was 18 months old, with money scarce and no idea what I was doing (it felt like...), and it's turned a profit every single year since, bar one. When I started trusting my instincts, I started finding places and people I've genuinely loved working with.

I'm capable of brilliance. I'm also the person who's carpet is in need of a hoover. Both things are true, and neither cancels the other out.