My Story (part 2) – Moving Forward

If you are reading this after my last post, it’s nice to see you back and thank you for wanting to know more.

Let’s continue where I left off.  But before I delve into life post 2009, I just need to bridge the gap a little.

So I graduated from University in 2005 and moved back home to live with my mum.

Following my stepfather’s death, my mum wasn’t left in the greatest financial position. She had to work extremely hard not just for day-to-day living, but to also get me through University.

Upon my return home, I managed to secure a permanent well-paying job in the city and study towards an accounting qualification.  On paper I was doing well.

However, deep down I knew that I wasn’t doing what my heart was calling out for.

I was still bitter about the past and this manifested frequently in bouts of anger, depression and resentment.

My relationship with my mum suffered as a result.  Throw financial pressures into the mix, and we were two very highly strung ladies!

Fast forward to 2009 and I met Vish, my now husband.  We instantly bonded.  He was everything I wasn’t.  Strong.  Assertive.  Passionate about his vocation.

Having seen both his parents die at a young age, he was refreshingly candid, open and honest about his life and his circumstances.  We still joke now about how he told me (on our first date) about every relationship he had ever been in.

Here was someone who wasn’t afraid to say it how it was, didn’t answer to anybody and fought tooth and nail for what he believed in.

He was the first person I told EVERYTHING to.  He was also the first person to not judge me and encouraged me to talk about my past and face the music.

But my life still felt like I was wading through thick sludge.

I found it difficult to let go of everything that had happened.  I was often raging at the unfairness of it all to a God I didn’t really believe in.

To top it off, the year before our wedding Vish got pretty sick and my mum and I had to make some tough decisions to ease our financial situation.

It all changed when one day, out of pure desperation,  I remember shouting out loudly in my car “Life has to be fucking better than this”!

And so it was.

Not immediately.  I am not talking a magic wand here.

But I am talking a slow and progressive change that has seen me learn and grow in ways I never knew possible.

And life is better.  Way, way better.  I am now living a life I truly love and I want this for each and every one of you.

No matter where you come from and what you have experienced, you have a choice.  A choice to live better.

My next post will be the first lesson in reaching for your better.

See you next week and make sure you open that mind of yours!

3 thoughts on “My Story (part 2) – Moving Forward

  1. You live, speak and write from the heart, Seena – very Reiki and very beautiful. Thank you.

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  2. Live the life you love xxx #gogirl

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  3. Larry McCauley May 17, 2018 — 4:38 pm

    If there is one thing I have come to realise is that there is always a choice. We cannot change the past, but we can change how we relate to it. It has been said that we only have one real power in life, the power to choose. It may only be one power, but it is a mighty one.

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