Taking that first step

Two years ago I got ill. Really ill.

And we suddenly had a rather massive wake-up call.

Because I couldn't work, the money coming into our household was suddenly cut drastically.

We acted quickly - put the house up for sale, and started to sort out everything.

I discovered Gumtree and the car booty set, and became a dab hand at eBay selling.

I also took myself back mentally to the early years with GD, as a single mum managing on a tiny income.

Far from the hideous time we were expecting, it became a great adventure - and it felt more natural.

We discovered living below our means, and found we really rather liked it.

One of the hardest things for me - aside from adapting to living differently - was how we were suddenly treated differently by people we thought were friends. 

These included a teacher, a specialist nurse, and a fairly famous blogger.  Whether they couldn't accept the change in our status or my new disability I will never know.

But it's their loss, and I have made true friends - including folk met through this blog and the previous one I wrote.

But the title of this post is 'Taking the first step'.

And it was a huge one for me. 

One I want to share with you.

Because I found somewhere I felt comfortable fitting in, and last week I started working a few hours a week in My New Job.