Blessed

Today, I'm taking a moment to count my blessings. Not the Instagram #blessed kind, but truly thanking the universe and the funny way it makes everything come together so nicely. This day one year and a bit ago, I woke up to the smell of a beef kidney omelette baking in the oven (for those of you who have never had the pleasure of this odour, it smells like piss), two children biting each other which ultimately ended up in a doodle punch to end it and a hung over 6 months pregnant mother.  I thought things were bad but it slowly went downhill from there. The mother's cooking (if you've read previous posts, that's a pretty good indication) was so horrid I used to buy chomp bars and hide them and eat them after everyone went to sleep. The day I gave up was the day I caught the kids smearing jam sandwiches in my bed sheets. I went to strip the sheets and realised there was a tag hanging off the bottom of the sheet. To my horror, it was a Salvation Army tag. The desire to bathe in a tub full of bleach is almost an understatement!

But things got a lot better. I was saved by the kindest & nicest man I have ever met. He saved me from a 'depression slump' and treated me with the respect any person deserves. I was treated more like a daughter and given the liberty to enjoy my space and explore all the elements of "country living". The physical work form day to day was rather rewarding and easy, it was the emotional roller coaster I was recovering from was the most challenging part. But with enough cups of tea from Paul and my nightly routine of feeding the alpacas, I started to calm down and embrace my new life. Paul understood me and what I needed, and for that alone I will forever respect him. Everyday I got to experience something new and meet so many wonderful people along the way. From the moment the little Jack Russell named Tess came to see me at the Truck Stop, I started being grateful. Sometimes taking a stance in your own life, only seeing the positives and opportunities and firmly deciding "the glass will always be half full" and "be thankful you have a glass" are the best ways to take control and love your life. (This was never intended to sound hat cheesy, but it's the best & only way I can explain it).

Fast forward one year later, everything has gone uphill and my life is so different and better. I've got a close & dear friend visiting me from Canada, an adoring boyfriend (we just celebrated a year and a half together in a few days ago), a house to call home filled with the best people I could ask for and a corporate job which boasts a spectacular view of Sydney from the 39th floor. I'm taking a moment today to reflect on how much my life has changed (100% for the better) and will continue to become a thing of beauty.

At the end of the day, your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.