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I’m deeply grateful to my sisters Carolyn and Yvonne, to my step‐daughter Sacha Woodburn, to all my family, friends and colleagues who have supported me in my much longer than anticipated journey in completing this second edition.

I have travelled around the world, sat at many kitchen tables with my trusted laptop and both written, revised, and conversed with my wonderful friends and family; in particular, the tables I remember with warmth are with Nari and Lucia Ghandhi in London, Frank and Sara Megginson in Monaco and other beautiful settings, Peggy Hankey in Seyssel, France, Sal Flynn in Byron Bay, Margalit Barnea in Portugal, Jo and Alex Fok in Tasmania, and Annie Buchner in our COVID‐bound holidays in New South Wales, Australia, and a big thank you to Leanda Elliott and Joyce Morgan for their wise counsel and unswerving friendship.

I thank my colleagues who never erred from the firm belief that I would finally hand in the manuscript. In particular, Emmy van Deurzen, Ernesto Spinelli, Greg Madison in the UK and, closer to home, Adam McLean and Lyn Gamwell.

And I thank all my clients and supervisees who inadvertently provided the backdrop and clarity to the existential themes that I was writing about, including their myriad of responses to time, and to Maria Clark for sharing her time and her rich case studies for inclusion in this book.

I acknowledge the calm and insightful support of Jo Silbert who stepped in after the first draft as my editor and mentor; together we cut and dissected chapters, pages, and ideas and shaped them into the current coherent creation.

Finally, my thanks go to my husband Rob Woodburn who was a surreptitious existential thinker, only revealing later in our relationship that he had studied existential philosophy as an undergraduate. As a writer, he patiently read and edited the first draft of this book, asking awkward but poignant and useful questions. The two most significant men in my life, Rob and my father, Freddy both died within 10 years of each other, handing over the baton to my humble and nervous hands.