Its been said to me a few times, and most recently in my annual Performance Review with my line manager, that I am a positive person.
Yes. Yes I am. Even when the shit hits the fan, I try to remain positive. I cannot stand being around anyone who is constantly negative, or finds flaws in every single thing. It ruins my ‘zen’ and stresses me out. Unless it really is the absolute end of the world, what is the point in ruining all the joy you can have by stressing?
I’m not gonna sit here and lie to you saying I don’t ever ever stress or worry, because I do. I just don’t allow myself to do so for long, nor does my husband allow me too. Because, what’s the point? What will it actually achieve?
Since I met my husband 11 years ago, we had dreams of what we wanted to achieve, buy and what we wanted to do with our lives. We called it our 5 year plan. We started off small ( but achievable) with wanting to rent our own place and Hubby wanted a black BMW Mini. A few months later we were in our own place and had sold our run arounds and bought a Black Mini One.
Then we decided we wanted to start a family. (I wanted an engagement ring but played it as cool as you like and we got engaged 5 years later) This we thought was the easiest thing to achieve. Everyone just pops kids out right? Nope. I sat and worried, and stressed for 3 years. Then I was made redundant from a job I thought I loved but infact loathed, so we relocated briefly and reassessed our plan.
The dream and drive for a baby did not stop. We simply did not let circumstance stop us trying for our dream. It was not the end of the world and you must remember that!
I was only unemployed for a couple of days before I started the job I do now, and love. I even went for my work trial with stitches still in from my laparoscopy to diagnose endometriosis. You do what you can to make things happen.
So we then played into the hand of sods law. We booked our wedding for Christmas 2014 and embarked upon IVF Summer 2014 and fell pregnant. Yes my wedding dress was a size 10 and fully paid for, and I was going to be 26 weeks pregnant on the day….but hey, I did not give 2 s**ts. I was pregnant. And I did not moan or grump for the entire pregnancy. I floated around on cloud nine.
The plans did not stop there. When Daniel was 1 we started to get serious about saving for a deposit for a house. My husband was only working on a temporary 1 month rolling contract which caused a little concern, so we got onto a mortgage broker and before I knew it we had our deposit. My husband had been working over time and squirreling money away, and we completed on our first home within 6 weeks.
We had visions for this house, and slowly over the last 18 months we have made this house our home with our mark upon it. Now we vision 2 cars on the drive as we dream for a second baby, as the mini might be a squeeze! This is our 2018 plan. Over the next 5 years were planning our forever home, career progression for us both and 2 beautiful children around our feet.
If you can dream it, you can do it. You just have to work hard for it. Things wont just land in your lap. My husband knows that once I have an idea or dream , I find a way to make it happen.
Surround yourself in positivity, and positive people. You only get 1 life. Live it to the full. Get enjoyment from it. Accept help when needed and learn to ask for help if needed.
Because if I can make this happen, anything is possible.