Starting Again

This week not only marked my 30 years around the sun, but 1 year since I got back on my own two feet and moved into my little flat. The last 18 months have rocked us all in some way or another. I had returned from 5 months of van life into the madness of March 2020 with no job and my savings all dried up, swiftly followed by a relationship breakdown which took with it my plans for work and housing.

It’s an understatement to say that I was on my arse. My world and the world as a whole were changing in ways that I didn’t like and at times I wasn’t sure how I could keep up. Looking back on nights awake on my friends sofa, (I will be eternally grateful for the support of my amazing friends!) all I knew was that I wasn’t prepared to go back to how things were before. That would have been easy, but it wouldn’t have led to happiness.

So I did what I needed to do.

No matter how tired I was, no matter how many times my brain wanted to take over because this was hard and unfair, every bit of waking effort went into rebuilding my life.

I put my mind to earning the money I needed, searching for a place to live and constantly working on my mind whilst building a business from the ground up, all to ensure that I would never ever be in that same position, ever again.

Sometimes when everything falls away, all you have left is a choice.

How will you come through?

What will you learn?

How will you decide to shape yourself?

How will you fight for the life that you know you can achieve?

What will you choose to do today to help get you there?