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ABOUT COOKIE

I’m Cookie Taylor, I’m in my 50’s and I’ve been a risk taker all my life. I’ve enjoyed living on the fringes of society and revelled in making mistakes, jumping in with both feet and living each day on my terms as much as possible. Freedom and happiness are the most important things to me and I’ve pushed for adventure over ‘success’ every time.

An agoraphobic lover of open spaces

As a child I could invariably be found in two places: 1) on the back of a horse with no saddle, no shoes, no hard hat and a huge grin on my face or 2) behind the wheel of a derelict car, pretending I was on the open road en route to the wilderness. I was happiest outdoors, hanging out with our animals, adding mud to my hands and knots to my hair.

I grew up on a smallholding in Hampshire. UK, where my parents aimed to be self sufficient, rearing our own meat and growing our own plant foods. My sister and I had plenty of freedom to explore – those days we weren’t yet subject to the disproportionate levels of fear-mongering seen in today’s media – and boy did I take advantage. 

I always managed to wangle a way of escaping the mundane, spending a huge amount of time going on adventures in my head. You’d find me building dens, climbing trees and cycling through the forest. I was fit, slim and active, always smiling, forever laughing, very popular, outwardly confident and bubbly … but inside I was developing a cripplingly low sense of self-worth and insecurity.

It’s only in recent years that I’ve learned why and come to terms with the effect past traumas have had on my adult life. I won’t go into detail here but it relates to childhood and ongoing family dynamics and various forms of narcissism.

At 16 I found myself woefully ill-prepared for the outside world but eager to explore it.

I left home at the earliest opportunity but reluctantly went through college and university, both of which I loathed. The education system suffocated me; I wanted to explore my own thoughts, not those of supposed experts who’d learned what to think during their own ‘education’. I found the work easy but the whole thing pointless. I didn’t want to be there, didn’t fit in and didn’t feel the need to bother faking it.

Gradually I withdrew and found myself unable to attend lectures at all; I had no idea that I was suffering from social anxiety, low self-worth and panic attacks. It was very confusing to feel my mind and body dragging me further away from the person I thought I was. Outside of university I was confident, enthusiastic and responsible. Inside university I was depressed, lazy and bored – and I had no idea why I felt so awkward in my own skin.

After university I threw myself into an unpredictable, dangerous and unconventional life for the next fifteen years. I travelled a lot, drank a lot and ate a lot. I took lots of risks and moved on a lot; I was desperate for approval and never truly felt settled.

Life stopped abruptly following two near-death experiences that happened within the space of a year: being held hostage during an armed robbery and being abandoned in a remote part of South Africa by a ‘friend’. These two experiences pushed me over the edge and left me with severe PTSD, stress, agoraphobia and depression. I had zero emotional support and descended into the first of a handful of increasingly severe nervous breakdowns.

I lived in fight or flight mode for the next decade, suffering severe anxiety, panic attacks, addiction and low self-esteem. I was in mental anguish so I basically sat and ate crap, drank alcohol and hid myself away from the outside world to numb myself.

As my psychological state declined so my weight increased.

Despite that I worked hard to pull myself together. I qualified as a life coach and performance coach, joined a photography club and met Dave. We moved to the coast a couple of years later and launched a wedding photography business.

I became a Master Photographer and began to build an excellent reputation for my wedding & portrait photography.

I took on a few life coaching clients and began to help people overcome their own fears.

We bought a place in the sun, splashed out on a sports car, lived in some impressive apartments and felt pretty smug at how well we were doing.

All that was to change, however, when we lost everything during the fallout of the 2008 recession.

We found ourselves living in a tent in my parents’ field for a few months. That was fine in itself but being at my childhood home wasn’t ideal and I began to look for free alternatives to renting. I soon discovered house sitting and found a 6-month assignment that was to start the following week.

We moved in and welcomed having no bills and few responsibilities. From that moment I put time into finding house sit after house sit and managed to keep a free roof above our heads for the next 8 years, during which time we downsized our belongings by 95% and vowed never to waste money on rent again.

Things ticked along nicely but when Dave got diagnosed with bladder cancer in 2016 I lost all interest in our photography business. My stress levels rose to the point of me suffering a second mental breakdown and in the meantime Dave admitted to finding his job in I.T increasingly draining. 

In addition, we’d gained a lot of weight between us and felt that we were growing apart emotionally. 

We were at a definite turning point and the only thing we were certain of is that we wanted to move into our future together. Beyond that, we didn’t much care so long as we were happy, healthy and free. 

I encouraged Dave to jack in his job the next day and, after a month off, we launched an online web design business instead. Minimal outgoings meant we could well build a passive income whilst allowing the photography to fizzle out and that way we’d free up time to actually live life together. We took a massive pay cut and lived well below the poverty line of one person but life was instantly more enjoyable as we had less ties and were now free to house sit anywhere in the country.

With freedom came time to focus on health and weight loss and with that came a growth in confidence. I’d established a YouTube channel that had grown to over 31,000 subscribers and with so much support behind me began to actively pursue my dreams.

I voyaged to the world’s most remote inhabited island, set foot on Antarctica, trekked to Everest Base Camp (failed twice!), published books and created electronic music that went on to sell in over 60 countries. I even flew to Iceland to attempt a solo 1000-miles walk (failed miserably, of course, but at least I had the guts to try!). I felt like I was getting somewhere, though I still suffered from self-doubt most days.

When the plandemic hit and most house sit bookings were forced to cancel their holidays overnight, we again found ourselves with nowhere to live. We moved back into a tent at my parents’ for a few months and talked about the possibility of owning our own home. It was pretty clear: there was no way we could afford to rent a place, let alone buy one. 

At what was exactly the right moment, Dave received a surprise inheritance from a distant relative and we used some of it to buy a minibus. Over the next few months we converted it into a cosy little home on wheels. We were used to living in all kinds of places during our decade of house sitting, so moving into a tiny home didn’t phase us at all. We’d already downsized and didn’t need a lot of stuff – so we packed the van with just the essentials and some nice-to-haves.

The second we moved in to our van we felt freer, calmer and happier. We were more connected to the outdoors immediately and felt excited about the future. We no longer had to rely on house sits and so had even less ties and responsibilities.

We started a web design businesses and picked up work from small businesses wherever we happened to be, which became a modest passive income that covered most of our basic needs.

Dave used some of his inheritance to qualify as a Class 1 HGV driver and we hit the road, going where the work is. A year after that I took the plunge and qualified as a Class 1 HGV driver.

As we’ve minimised our belongings, freed up our lifestyle and reduced our ties, so my mental state has improved. It’s given me time to draw a line and decide how best to approach the second half of my life. 

I’ve recently spent the most distressing few years dealing with past (and ongoing) traumas head on but it’s been a necessary process and I’m just about out of the other side. The only thing left to tackle now is my addiction to self-sabotage and self-doubt. 

After decades of struggling, I’m finally getting somewhere with losing 150lbs of excess weight, instead of using it as an excuse to hold myself back. I’ve listened to my body carefully over the past few years. It’s led me towards time-restricted eating, high-fat animal foods and fasting. I wouldn’t say I’m out of the sugar trap yet but my habits are changing gradually and I no longer think about junk food and alcohol every minute of the day! I feel more balanced, calm and in control and don’t seem to need sugar comfort so often. But when I fall off the wagon, I fall hard.

I’m learning how to handle stress better overall. My diet and lifestyle is helping me to feel more ‘normal’, both mentally and physically and I’m confident the weight will continue to come off slowly as my body and mind relax and I embrace fully who I am, flaws and all. 

I’ve decided to share my progress online in the hope that my experience might be of help to others along the way. 

An agoraphobic lover of open spaces

As a child I could invariably be found in two places: 1) on the back of a horse with no saddle, no shoes, no hard hat and a huge grin on my face or 2) behind the wheel of a derelict car, pretending I was on the open road en route to the wilderness. I was happiest outdoors, hanging out with our animals, adding mud to my hands and knots to my hair.

I grew up on a smallholding in Hampshire. UK, where my parents aimed to be self sufficient, rearing our own meat and growing our own plant foods. My sister and I had plenty of freedom to explore – those days we weren’t yet subject to the disproportionate levels of fear-mongering seen in today’s media – and boy did I take advantage. 

I always managed to wangle a way of escaping the mundane, spending a huge amount of time going on adventures in my head. You’d find me building dens, climbing trees and cycling through the forest. I was fit, slim and active, always smiling, forever laughing, very popular, outwardly confident and bubbly … but inside I was developing a cripplingly low sense of self-worth and insecurity.

It’s only in recent years that I’ve learned why and come to terms with the effect past traumas have had on my adult life. I won’t go into detail here but it relates to childhood and ongoing family dynamics and various forms of narcissism.

At 16 I found myself woefully ill-prepared for the outside world but eager to explore it.

I left home at the earliest opportunity but reluctantly went through college and university, both of which I loathed. The education system suffocated me; I wanted to explore my own thoughts, not those of supposed experts who’d learned what to think during their own ‘education’. I found the work easy but the whole thing pointless. I didn’t want to be there, didn’t fit in and didn’t feel the need to bother faking it.

Gradually I withdrew and found myself unable to attend lectures at all; I had no idea that I was suffering from social anxiety, low self-worth and panic attacks. It was very confusing to feel my mind and body dragging me further away from the person I thought I was. Outside of university I was confident, enthusiastic and responsible. Inside university I was depressed, lazy and bored – and I had no idea why I felt so awkward in my own skin.

After university I threw myself into an unpredictable, dangerous and unconventional life for the next fifteen years. I travelled a lot, drank a lot and ate a lot. I took lots of risks and moved on a lot; I was desperate for approval and never truly felt settled.

Life stopped abruptly following two near-death experiences that happened within the space of a year: being held hostage during an armed robbery and being abandoned in a remote part of South Africa by a ‘friend’. These two experiences pushed me over the edge and left me with severe PTSD, stress, agoraphobia and depression. I had zero emotional support and descended into the first of a handful of increasingly severe nervous breakdowns.

I lived in fight or flight mode for the next decade, suffering severe anxiety, panic attacks, addiction and low self-esteem. I was in mental anguish so I basically sat and ate crap, drank alcohol and hid myself away from the outside world to numb myself.

As my psychological state declined so my weight increased.

Despite that I worked hard to pull myself together. I qualified as a life coach and performance coach, joined a photography club and met Dave. We moved to the coast a couple of years later and launched a wedding photography business.

I became a Master Photographer and began to build an excellent reputation for my wedding & portrait photography.

I took on a few life coaching clients and began to help people overcome their own fears.

We bought a place in the sun, splashed out on a sports car, lived in some impressive apartments and felt pretty smug at how well we were doing.

All that was to change, however, when we lost everything during the fallout of the 2008 recession.

We found ourselves living in a tent in my parents’ field for a few months. That was fine in itself but being at my childhood home wasn’t ideal and I began to look for free alternatives to renting. I soon discovered house sitting and found a 6-month assignment that was to start the following week.

We moved in and welcomed having no bills and few responsibilities. From that moment I put time into finding house sit after house sit and managed to keep a free roof above our heads for the next 8 years, during which time we downsized our belongings by 95% and vowed never to waste money on rent again.

Things ticked along nicely but when Dave got diagnosed with bladder cancer in 2016 I lost all interest in our photography business. My stress levels rose to the point of me suffering a second mental breakdown and in the meantime Dave admitted to finding his job in I.T increasingly draining. 

In addition, we’d gained a lot of weight between us and felt that we were growing apart emotionally. 

We were at a definite turning point and the only thing we were certain of is that we wanted to move into our future together. Beyond that, we didn’t much care so long as we were happy, healthy and free. 

I encouraged Dave to jack in his job the next day and, after a month off, we launched an online web design business instead. Minimal outgoings meant we could well build a passive income whilst allowing the photography to fizzle out and that way we’d free up time to actually live life together. We took a massive pay cut and lived well below the poverty line of one person but life was instantly more enjoyable as we had less ties and were now free to house sit anywhere in the country.

With freedom came time to focus on health and weight loss and with that came a growth in confidence. I’d established a YouTube channel that had grown to over 31,000 subscribers and with so much support behind me began to actively pursue my dreams.

I voyaged to the world’s most remote inhabited island, set foot on Antarctica, trekked to Everest Base Camp (failed twice!), published books and created electronic music that went on to sell in over 60 countries. I even flew to Iceland to attempt a solo 1000-miles walk (failed miserably, of course, but at least I had the guts to try!). I felt like I was getting somewhere, though I still suffered from self-doubt most days.

When the plandemic hit and most house sit bookings were forced to cancel their holidays overnight, we again found ourselves with nowhere to live. We moved back into a tent at my parents’ for a few months and talked about the possibility of owning our own home. It was pretty clear: there was no way we could afford to rent a place, let alone buy one. 

At what was exactly the right moment, Dave received a surprise inheritance from a distant relative and we used some of it to buy a minibus. Over the next few months we converted it into a cosy little home on wheels. We were used to living in all kinds of places during our decade of house sitting, so moving into a tiny home didn’t phase us at all. We’d already downsized and didn’t need a lot of stuff – so we packed the van with just the essentials and some nice-to-haves.

The second we moved in to our van we felt freer, calmer and happier. We were more connected to the outdoors immediately and felt excited about the future. We no longer had to rely on house sits and so had even less ties and responsibilities.

We started a web design businesses and picked up work from small businesses wherever we happened to be, which became a modest passive income that covered most of our basic needs.

Dave used some of his inheritance to qualify as a Class 1 HGV driver and we hit the road, going where the work is. A year after that I took the plunge and qualified as a Class 1 HGV driver.

As we’ve minimised our belongings, freed up our lifestyle and reduced our ties, so my mental state has improved. It’s given me time to draw a line and decide how best to approach the second half of my life. 

I’ve recently spent the most distressing few years dealing with past (and ongoing) traumas head on but it’s been a necessary process and I’m just about out of the other side. The only thing left to tackle now is my addiction to self-sabotage and self-doubt. 

After decades of struggling, I’m finally getting somewhere with losing 150lbs of excess weight, instead of using it as an excuse to hold myself back. I’ve listened to my body carefully over the past few years. It’s led me towards time-restricted eating, high-fat animal foods and fasting. I wouldn’t say I’m out of the sugar trap yet but my habits are changing gradually and I no longer think about junk food and alcohol every minute of the day! I feel more balanced, calm and in control and don’t seem to need sugar comfort so often. But when I fall off the wagon, I fall hard.

I’m learning how to handle stress better overall. My diet and lifestyle is helping me to feel more ‘normal’, both mentally and physically and I’m confident the weight will continue to come off slowly as my body and mind relax and I embrace fully who I am, flaws and all. 

I’ve decided to share my progress online in the hope that my experience might be of help to others along the way. 

Rebel. I grew up on a smallholding, very sheltered from the big, wide world. When I hit 16 I went full throttle, tumbled off the rails and lived on the wild side for a long time, moving from town to town at the drop of a hat and travelling as much as possible. I met Dave in 2003 and although life was more stable we had to move home every 6 months because of my itchy feet, which were only calmed by years of moving on through house sitting. Now we live in our van, going where the work is, and I enjoy the variety and simplicity of our unique lifestyle.

Rebel or Conformist?

Rebel. I grew up on a smallholding, very sheltered from the big, wide world. When I hit 16 I went full throttle, tumbled off the rails and lived on the wild side for a long time, moving from town to town at the drop of a hat and travelling as much as possible. I met Dave in 2003 and although life was more stable we had to move home every 6 months because of my itchy feet, which were only calmed by years of moving on through house sitting. Now we live in our van, going where the work is, and I enjoy the variety and simplicity of our unique lifestyle.
Both. I've been self-employed all the way, and have been a writer, life coach, wedding photographer, portrait photographer, YouTuber, web designer, music creator and now an HGV driver. I'm bad at marketing and have little interest in money, other than it allowing me more choice. A passive income is most valuable to me, so the online world has been good. I'd be happiest living on a remote, windswept farm with mountains in the distance, racing around on a quad bike. My ideal job would be 'adventurer' but I've lived an adventurous life regardless. 

Drifter or Focused?

Both. I’ve been self-employed all the way, and have been a writer, life coach, wedding photographer, portrait photographer, YouTuber, web designer, music creator and now an HGV driver. I’m bad at marketing and have little interest in money, other than it allowing me more choice. A passive income is most valuable to me, so the online world has been good. I’d be happiest living on a remote, windswept farm with mountains in the distance, racing around on a quad bike. My ideal job would be ‘adventurer’ but I’ve lived an adventurous life regardless. 
My husband and dog. Being free to choose what I do with my day. Cold environments. Remote, windswept beaches. Al fresco cooking. Stormy weather. Converting vans. Planning adventures. Resisting 'the narrative'. Driving in Scotland. Trespassing in fields. Creating music. Van festivals. Staring at mountains. Writing lists. Researching the truth. Riding quad bikes. Reading true survival stories. Making videos. Walking. Champagne. Moving on. Chatting to Dave. Laughing raucously. Being part of the great awakening. Living on the fringes of society.

Favourite Things

My husband and dog. Being free to choose what I do with my day. Cold environments. Remote, windswept beaches. Al fresco cooking. Stormy weather. Converting vans. Planning adventures. Resisting ‘the narrative’. Driving in Scotland. Trespassing in fields. Creating music. Van festivals. Staring at mountains. Writing lists. Researching the truth. Riding quad bikes. Reading true survival stories. Making videos. Walking. Champagne. Moving on. Chatting to Dave. Laughing raucously. Being part of the great awakening. Living on the fringes of society.
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