If my husband hadn’t cheated on me, if he hadn’t gone to jail, if I hadn’t caught him with his girlfriend, if I hadn’t had to visit him in jail, if I hadn’t got a divorce, if my home hadn’t been raided by the Federal Police, I would never have:
- started a blog,
- learnt about social media for business,
- attended six blogging conferences,
- been asked to speak at events,
- made new friends,
- moved to Ballarat and been surrounded by trees,
- had the courage to start my own business or two,
- learnt to raise two children on my own,
- stopped being afraid of being alone,
- understood what I really wanted from a relationship,
- become strong and resilient,
- stopped dwelling on the small stuff,
- been able to go for walks among trees and grass,
- overcome my fear of travelling alone with my children,
- stopped being afraid of my story,
- realised how bad life can get.
I have truly learnt the meaning of “shit happens” and had no choice but to get on with it. No matter how low I was, there has been no option of opting out. Nobody to pick up the slack, to cook me meals or do the school run. Once I was alone, I was truly alone. Once or twice I had to call on my parents when I was too ill with a migraine to care for the boys, but that was a long time ago. My body has learnt that it needs to carry on and so it does.
I very rarely get bothered by little things. Truly bothered. Not much gets my goat these days, not even our insane government. I just don’t see the point. I switch off and get involved in the things I can have an influence over. These are basically myself, my children, my home and my business. I allow my friends in, but I don’t get involved in their lives, my life is quite enough for me, thank you very much.
I wish the bad stuff hadn’t happened, but I can see the good that’s come of it.
And that’s another thing – these days, I always see the good among the bad.
What about you? Have you been able to carry out the good stuff from among the bad?