Sophia Stuart grew up in England and moved to the US to build a big career in digital media. But while working in Manhattan she was told she had three tumors in her throat, needing five hours of surgery and a month of medical leave to recover. Faced with the prospect of sinking into an awful depression or dusting herself off and finding the best in a bad situation, she chose the latter. She now lives in Los Angeles and Hay House is publishing How To Stay Sane In A Crazy World on 021814
Sophia Stuart led a busy life. Stressed by her impressive, yet taxing career, she started writing and taking photographs - on long business trips and during her infrequent downtime - to decompress. Writing was something she'd done for a living as a journalist back in England. Eventually her musing turned into a character, Gloria - a trainee angel who passed her time watching old Doris Day movies. Gloria's ability to see the world through rose-coloured glasses inspired Sophia to do the same. She started her blog, teamgloria.com, to give herself a place to write in Gloria's voice and document glorious people, places and things. Then, at a doctor's visit a tumour was found in Sophia's throat. Over the course of a year, biopsies and ultrasounds would reveal two more tumours and a mass that required a five and a half hour surgery for removal. Teamgloria.com became an even more valuable refuge for Sophia and she began to recognize that the documentation of all the glorious things in life could help others in the same way they helped her.
How to Stay Sane in a Crazy World is an inspirational guide to living fully, peacefully and surrounded by beauty. With charming photographs throughout - all of which were taken by Sophia - readers will enjoy this beautiful, simple, honest and funny book about getting healthy, creating beauty and when necessary taking to your bed to rest, recuperate and dream.
Has it just been one of those days? Or months? Or years? I was once in a yoga class (a rare yoga class, I'll admit), where the teacher had us all exhale again and again and again, until-as she put it-we'd let go of today, the last month and, by the end, "the whole of last year." We all collapsed in very non-yogic giggling. But we knew what she meant. Exhale. Let it all go.