Three things I kinda regret (but not really)
I imagine everyone has that one thing that they kinda regret not doing. Whether it’s travel related, education related or not saying something to someone when you had the chance. Regardless of what your regret (or regrets) may be, chances are you didn’t do that thing for a reason and it led you to where you are today. When you start reading my three sort of regrets you will probably guess that I’m a big believer in the old saying ‘everything happens for a reason’ so whilst I might occasionally dwell on these things I missed out on, I don’t let them get to me because I might not have done other things if I’d have done that one thing….Are you with me?
A-Levels? Dropped out. Btec in Art? Dropped out? Hairdressing? Dropped out (working Saturdays really sucks). Sometimes I wish that I had tried a little bit harder with further education or pursued other subjects (for example I now know that as much has I love art, it’s not for me. Politics or something to do with law/crime would have been much more suitable) but if I hadn’t have dropped out I wouldn’t be where I am now. I wouldn’t have met Jody – When I dropped out of my A-Levels I worked at a supermarket and he was introduced to me by a friend I worked with – and I wouldn’t have the years of office work experience that I have now. Luckily I’ve worked in places that offer education alongside full time work so since dropping out I’ve earned my level 2&3 in Business Administration and I’m hoping to do further courses in the future.
Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I had stuck out my farm work for three months but deep down I know that I wouldn’t have been able to. I cried every night we were at that hostel in Bundaberg and I’ve never felt homesickness like it. The minute we left though and headed down the East coast? I was absolutely fine and came back to life. It just so happens that the day we hopped on the train from Bundaberg to Brisbane was the day my sister told me that she was pregnant so I like to think that that was a sign and that I was doing the right thing. I arrived home in February and Ivy was born in May – I got to see her the day after she was born, I got to see her laugh, smile, talk, walk…If I had stayed in Australia I would have missed all of those milestones and I would have been a complete stranger to her.
When I got home from Australia I had one goal and that was to save enough money to put towards a mortgage deposit…But saving that much money meant living with Jody’s parents, spending practically nothing and becoming a bit of a hermit. I was bloody miserable the year we hardcore saved so when the idea of renting was thrown in the ring, it cheered me up no end. It’s not ideal and yes we nearly had enough for a house but so what? As lovely as my in-laws are I couldn’t have lived there any longer as I missed my independence and who knows, if we had stayed there instead of renting we wouldn’t have got married in Vegas, we wouldn’t have got Bruce and Jody might not have started his own business. You never know.