It has taken me nearly two years to find the courage to write this. So please bear with me. Since I wrote my last blog post, I've given birth to a beautiful baby girl (without even popping a paracetamol), taken 12 months' maternity leave to care for her full time, returned to my role as Creative Content Director (on a part-time basis) and watched more episodes of Peppa Pig than I can count. I'm a "working mum", like so many others, juggling and stressing and laughing and crying. Doing my best to be my best – at the office, at home, at the pub, at the play centre. When I'm wiping away tears. When I'm pitching to clients.

Leicester City – not Jamie Vardy or Wes Morgan – won the “fairytale” Premier League title in 2016. And it was the United States that dominated Rio 2016, not Michael Phelps or Simone Biles. Time and time again, sporting success depends on the combined individual efforts of the people that make up the team.

It’s September and the new academic year is upon us. Children are going back to school, teenagers are starting their A-levels and more than a few 18-year-olds are frantically filling out student loan forms, eagerly anticipating the freedom of university.

Nothing worthwhile has ever been achieved in isolation. Communication and collaboration are behind mankind’s greatest endeavours, from mapping the human genome to landing on the moon. So, it’s surprising to me that communication remains a real challenge even among some of the world’s biggest businesses.

So this is it. The week Kanye West finally went into meltdown. Debate rages as to whether his rant about Donald Trump, rage against long-time friends Jay-Z and Beyoncé and cancelled show this week are just publicity stunts, but reports of his hospitalisation have understandably sparked concern.

Every summer, I spend a week fishing on Cranberry Lake in Danbury, Wisconsin. Friends, sun, beer. We don’t take the fishing very seriously, until we do. I’ve been lucky enough to win the coveted “Fish of the Week” trophy exactly once.

I may just be ready for spring, but while I watch the snow fall outside and type away in The Frameworks Minneapolis office, my mind continually takes me back to the garden. Growing up in North Dakota, I learned to cope during long, dark winters by finding solace in my work.