Greener Pastures

They say the grass is always greener on the other side, and I am sure as my neighbours peered over the fence they did so with envy.

Six months ago each day began with me waking up next to my partner, the sun shining through my inner city apartment. I would then get ready to head to work in my near new car. A work week would typically never exceed 40 hours, I made a respectable wage for a large company and wasn’t breaking my body to do it.

My career so far had afforded me:

A picturesque wedding.


A new home.

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And overseas holidays with my mates.12359928_10153774613770429_6489989104642250220_n

But beneath it all lay crippling debt, a string of bad decisions and a failed marriage.

I was filled with regret and resentment, I had sacrificed my dreams and was left with the remnants of a life I thought I wanted.

I was stressed, miserable and would do anything for a change.

It was time to burn it all to the ground, time to follow my dreams.

So join me on my journey as I hit reset and go after the life I have always wanted.

4 thoughts on “Greener Pastures

  1. This is the most epic thing a person can do: just start again! I could never be more proud of any achievements you will make. This has taken guts, real guts to do the opposite of what society expects, to face your fears and do it anyway… From your very proud mother with love and admiration x


  2. Good Luck on your new Journey. I work with your wonderful mum and know what type of person she is so I know you will find your dreams. All the best and I can’t wait to read your blog and follow your journey. Safe travels.

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