Three weeks away: Remembering what it’s all for

By Trinity Scarf 

Almost three weeks away from home. It sounds indulgent, doesn’t it? But what it’s really felt like is a string of small moments stitched together – moments that have reminded me who I am outside of the noise. Now, approaching the end of our trip, I’m sitting in the sun in Greece wondering how to find the words to explain these moments, and here’s my attempt. 

We started with a short stint in Bangkok – chaos and beauty rolled into one. Mornings in the hotel’s fabulous gym, feeling grateful for a body that moves, followed by breakfasts of sticky rice and sweet Thai mango. Our day there was hot and fast, in tuk-tuks weaving through traffic so wildly that all we could do was laugh and hold on, combing through markets perusing trinkets and treasures, then returning to the hotel to sink into a magnesium pool, steam room, and a cold plunge that jolted me awake and then settled me right down again. We ate dinner in Bangkok’s tallest building, looking down at the city lights that felt endless. It reminded me that perspective changes everything. 

Then London – just a short stop, but no less grounding. I caught up with Gilda, one of my oldest friends, who holds parts of my history that even I sometimes forget. We walked through Hyde Park, had brunch at her chic Knightsbridge flat, squeezed in a quick wander through Selfridges (because… obviously), and caught black cabs across the city to dinner at Soho House and The Ned. There’s something about being with someone who remembers your bad hair phases and the heartbreaks you thought you’d never survive. Who sees not just who you are now, but every version that brought you here. 

Capri was next. Heaven. On. Earth. Gelato that was so good I considered a second (okay, third), pasta that made me close my eyes with every bite, boat trips around the island, and swims in water so blue it looked like someone turned the saturation up to max. Time slowed down there, and I felt myself soften in ways I didn’t realise I needed to. 

And now, Mykonos. An epic villa full of friends and kids, celebrating my husband Simon’s 50th birthday. Days of swimming, meals that stretched for hours, a good dose of dancing, some breathwork to bring us back to ourselves, and moments watching the kids create memories that will shape them forever. 

What this trip has taught me 

Wellness isn’t always a class, a treatment or ticking off a routine. It’s in the small things. Laughing so hard your belly hurts. Eating the pasta without guilt. Watching your husband turn 50 surrounded by people who love him. Seeing your stepdaughter swim in the Mediterranean with joy that radiates out of her. Feeling grateful for all of it – the messy, beautiful, fleeting moments that make up a life. 

And it’s remembering that wherever we are – whether it’s enjoying a special and decadent holiday or working seven-day weeks when it sometimes requires it – there is always a way to come back to yourself. 

And while I know it’s easy to feel well in beautiful places like these, I don’t take any of it for granted. I feel deeply grateful to have been able to experience this – and for the life, work, and love that make coming home just as special. 

I know I’ll come home to Trinity Curated Wellness with a heart full and a mind refreshed, ready to bring these reminders into everything we do. But for now, I’m just here. Fully here. Holding onto these moments while they’re still mine. 

Wherever you are today, I hope you find a small moment that reminds you what it’s all for.