I feel like I am such a bad blogger of late. For that I apologise. I hope that this will explain a few things and make up for it.
The last few months have been busy for me. I started a new job, one that challenges me every day in different ways, I have published 2 of my stories (which for those who know me well, know how hard that was for me to do), I have travelled to another country and I have had fun.
If you had asked me back in March how I felt about my redundancy I would have told you I felt gutted. Now I will tell you that it was a blessing in disguise. It really was a case of one door closing and another opening. I enjoy my job and I feel like I have found another "home."
I have managed to stay committed to Konga with Sammy every week, at least 2 classes where possible. I haven't seen the results myself, but I at least know that I am doing something active and I can say that I am doing more than anyone else who is sitting on their couch. I often get disheartened, but thankfully those that I Konga with help keep me motivated.
In April while I was still job searching I published a book, it was not for the money (because I don't have to coverage to make it big), but it was for me. To prove to myself that I could do it. To be honest I was scared, but I wouldn't change a thing. Last month my book club reviewed my first book Letters to Jenny and for the most of it, they seemed to like it. The constructive feedback was great and inspired me further. A few months later I released another story that was the first in a series of 7, the first one, I put on my blog only last year, but since then have edited and changed a few scenes. Life and Death was very different to Letters to Jenny, but they are both close to my heart as they are my words on the page. There really is no better buzz than knowing you have taken a step outside of your comfort zone and that people, whether they are people you know, or complete strangers are reading your work. Now I am working on editing both the next story in the Agents of death series as well as what I refer to as my baby, the longest story that I have ever written, Danger Zone.
For my birthday this year I travelled to NZ and it was amazing! I met some amazing people and managed to do a lot of things that previously I would have just gone 'nup not doing that'. Things like zorbing (google it and imagine me laughing hysterically for 2 minutes straight!), ziplining, quad biking, flying in a helicopter and flying in a skywire. When I said that this year was going to be an adventure, I really had no idea what I was getting into, but I have to admit that it has been a massive rush.
I have a sign on my wall in my room that reads
For me though, the greatest pleasure was doing what I told myself that I couldn't do. I may not have bungy jumped, skydived or did anything overly crazy, but I still managed to push my own personal limits. I won't lie and say that I wasn't shit scared, but it was worth it for the outcome.
I can't say it enough, push your limits, do things that you wouldn't normally do, don't care about what other people think, life for yourself and no one else.
