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.