I’m a big believer in fate and destiny. I genuinely think that everything happens for a reason, and you know all those shitty breakups and arguments and strops you go through? They all happen for a reason. Every. Last. One. Of. Them.
Even the undignified ones like hanging on to your ex boyfriends leg whilst he is trying to walk out on you.
Or knocking yourself out on a brick wall because you were angry.
Yep. All for a reason.
So, in honour of these good decisions, the lovely Kate has asked us to name our top 5 decisions. OK, I can do that! It may take some thought, but I can do it.
1. Moved to Portsmouth.
This could have all gone horribly wrong. Back in 2003, I moved to Portsmouth because my boyfriend at the time was studying down here. I wanted us to work, so I moved down to study a course I didn’t particularly want to do. But I did it.
We then broke up.
I very nearly didn’t come back. But did. I moved back to Portsmouth after the summer holidays, not knowing a soul. I moved into a house with a bunch of randoms that could have proved to be the most painful and annoying reprobates ever known to man. But they weren’t. They were amazing.
If I never made that bold move, I wouldn’t have anything that I have now. And well, what I have is bloody well awesome. Freyja and James rock my world and if it wasn’t for the ex-boyfriend who thought it’d be a good idea for me to move down South; well, I wouldn’t have them.
2. Worked in the pub.
If I didn’t get a job in the pub back in 2006, I wouldn’t have met half the people I know now. If I didn’t know half the people I know now, I wouldn’t have met James. And well, that was a turning point I’m definitely thankful for.
3. Bought a House in Portsmouth
If we hadn’t have, on the offchance, had a nose at an available new build, we wouldn’t be living back in Portsmouth. If I wasn’t living back in Portsmouth, I most certainly wouldn’t be as happy as I am now, because I’d be living in the middle of what could only be described as Pleasantville/The Sims where everybody walks around in a dronelike fashion as though they’re all part of one big mind control experiement.
Living there also made me into a bit of a recluse as I lived miles away from friends, was made redundant and resorted to Jeremy Kyle to keep me company (After all, I didn’t want to be brainwashed and walk in the dronelike fashion like the rest of the weirdos)
Now, living back in Portsmouth, I have a fabulous house, in a lovely location, round the corner from friends and a pretty cushty little job. Awesomes.
4. Joined Netmums.
If I hadn’t have joined this funky little site, I wouldn’t have met half the people I now know. One of which will be a friend for life.
If I hadn’t have joined, Freyja wouldn’t have any little buddies that she can slobber kisses all over (or punch, depending on her mood) and well, it’s lovely having friends for her.
If I hadn’t have started my blog, I wouldn’t have found this awesome community of amazing people who actually enjoy reading my blog posts about poo.
I never thought I’d be any good at writing, but I seriously enjoy it.
If I hadn’t have found my blog, I wouldn’t have met half the people I now know and I certainly wouldn’t be writing for Brew Drinking Thinkings, which, in itself, is pretty damn awesome.
Not to mention the making-the-finals-of-the-MAD-Awards-2011 lark…
Now you’ve read all the way to the end (hopefully) of my list of top decisions (and why they all happened for a reason), please spare a thought for the kids. One of the top notch mummy bloggers in this owd blogosphere is currently in Mozambique doing what she can to help, in a new Save the Children campaign. You can help too, by signing this No Child Born to Die petition to make vaccines freely available to the poor children in the world, regardless of whether their government can afford it. Go on, do a good deed. Thanks very muchly.