It’s funny how fast time can fly and just how quick the years go. I realised the other day when i noticed that i have been writing my blog for 4 years now....wow. That really has flown by and it really doesn’t feel like it has been that long, it feels like only yesterday when i started it and yet so much has happened in those 4 years.
I started this blog in 2015 not long after i had to leave university due to a neurological disorder i had developed called FND. It was a way for me to let everything out and at times it was a bit of a rant but i never thought i would still be writing it 4 years on and still have people reading it, or think i would get the amount of people i do read it. Yet my blog turned into something i really enjoyed doing and for me it was also about if i could share what i was going through and it could help just one person who may be going through the same or similar situation, that was good enough for me.
So like i said a lot has happened in the last 4 years, i got back on my feet and i started teaching for Babyballet which was amazing and the best job i have ever had. I absolutely loved teaching all the little ones and watching them grow and learn, i got such a joy from doing that job. During that time of teaching i ended up having to have a second surgery on my leg (the one i had the cancer in) as my fibular bone hadn’t quite grown the way it should and was causing me problems, so i had part of that bone removed and had a few weeks to recover before getting back to teaching and getting my little ones ready for their show.
Around that time i also made a big decision and that was to move, but i don’t just mean moving to a new house in the same area. I decided to move 200 miles up the country to West Yorkshire where my older sister had been living for a good few years already. Now she had already asked me about moving up there about a year before, but i said no at the time as i just didn’t feel ready to move so far from friends and family at the time. Then a year later i said to her i had decided that i wanted to go for it and move up there to join her (part of me was thinking ‘what are you doing’) it was a big decision that both scared me but was also exciting. But moving meant not only leaving friends and family but i had to leave a job i absolutely loved and kids i had also really grown to love too, some of which i had been teaching from my first day and i had watched them grow up. That i knew would be hard and i would miss them like crazy but i said i’ll stay till the summer so then they could start fresh with a new teacher in September, i could then also finish off the year with them and do one last show with them.
Before i knew it moving day was here and i was on my way to my new house which was a good 3-4 hours away from all my family and friends but i was excited to see what was going to happen in this next chapter. I have to admit that yes i cried when i left that day and my poor sister had to deal with that all the way to the station (i was a bit of an emotional wreck for a bit). Once we was on the train i was fine and it was great to finally get to see our new place for the first time in real life, rather than just seeing it in pictures and video chats.
Now being so far from friends and family and only having my sister being the only person i knew up here was hard and scary to start, but i knew i would find and meet new people and friends soon enough. I moved up on a Friday and went along to visit a new church on that Sunday and i was rather anxious as i knew no one, but i went for it and then after chatting with someone there i found myself signing up to help serve at their youth conference which was starting that Monday, (again my brain was thinking....what on earth are you doing) but i went with it and signed up. The next day i didn’t just have the conference to go to, i had a job interview as well at the nursery my sister worked at. I went to the interview and then onto church after that, still not knowing a single person there (which was making me a tad more anxious) but everyone was so lovely and i met some great people who made me feel so welcomed.
By the Thursday i found myself having a trail morning at the nursery and doing an activity with the kids so that they could then decided if i was right for the job. My activity was rather messy and when i say rather messy i mean, i turned the floor and half the kids purple from the messy tray we was doing....they were having to wash the kids and floor, change their clothes and then i was finished and had to leave, leaving them with the mess i had created. I felt so bad and thought oh my gosh they are never going to give me a job now....haha.
I went back to church after i had also got changed and cleaned up and later that afternoon i had a phone call, believe it or not i was offered the job and i couldn’t believe it!! But then everything kind of hit me and the next thing i knew i was crying (in front of people i had just met....my worst nightmare) everything had suddenly happened so fast, i had moved to a whole new place, found a new church, met all these people and now have a job. It was the realisation of....i really am living up here now. I soon settled in and was enjoying it up here and yes there were times where i got homesick but after a couple months it calmed down and now i can call this place home. I go back down to see family and friends, i also pop by to Babyballet to say hi and see all my little stars, but i don’t get that homesick feeling really anymore and enjoy coming back up to where i now call home.
Life still has its hurdles it likes to throw at you and i’m dealing with one now, with yet again my leg. It drives me mad and especially when i just get things flowing and settled, but that’s life and it waits for when you least expect it. We are getting it sorted and will soon know if it means a third surgery or it can be dealt with in other ways, but i’m not going to let it stop me from getting to where i want to be. I may making plans to go back to teaching for Babyballet because that is where i feel i should be working, i miss it and miss that joy i got from teaching. So once i have things sorted out health wise i shall be looking at starting back with Babyballet up here and i can get back to what i love doing.
So like i always say, yes life can throw some really hard and annoying hurdles your way sometimes but you don’t have to let it stop you completely. Just say it’s going to slow you down a bit but you can still get to where you want, maybe just not in the way you first thought you would be doing it.
I am finding that out now with this hurdle but with the help of my friends i am finding new and other ways to reach my goal in case the first way doesn’t work. Keep going and don’t give up! Fight for those dreams, because.... ‘If you can dream it, you can do it’!
I started this blog in 2015 not long after i had to leave university due to a neurological disorder i had developed called FND. It was a way for me to let everything out and at times it was a bit of a rant but i never thought i would still be writing it 4 years on and still have people reading it, or think i would get the amount of people i do read it. Yet my blog turned into something i really enjoyed doing and for me it was also about if i could share what i was going through and it could help just one person who may be going through the same or similar situation, that was good enough for me.
So like i said a lot has happened in the last 4 years, i got back on my feet and i started teaching for Babyballet which was amazing and the best job i have ever had. I absolutely loved teaching all the little ones and watching them grow and learn, i got such a joy from doing that job. During that time of teaching i ended up having to have a second surgery on my leg (the one i had the cancer in) as my fibular bone hadn’t quite grown the way it should and was causing me problems, so i had part of that bone removed and had a few weeks to recover before getting back to teaching and getting my little ones ready for their show.
Around that time i also made a big decision and that was to move, but i don’t just mean moving to a new house in the same area. I decided to move 200 miles up the country to West Yorkshire where my older sister had been living for a good few years already. Now she had already asked me about moving up there about a year before, but i said no at the time as i just didn’t feel ready to move so far from friends and family at the time. Then a year later i said to her i had decided that i wanted to go for it and move up there to join her (part of me was thinking ‘what are you doing’) it was a big decision that both scared me but was also exciting. But moving meant not only leaving friends and family but i had to leave a job i absolutely loved and kids i had also really grown to love too, some of which i had been teaching from my first day and i had watched them grow up. That i knew would be hard and i would miss them like crazy but i said i’ll stay till the summer so then they could start fresh with a new teacher in September, i could then also finish off the year with them and do one last show with them.
Before i knew it moving day was here and i was on my way to my new house which was a good 3-4 hours away from all my family and friends but i was excited to see what was going to happen in this next chapter. I have to admit that yes i cried when i left that day and my poor sister had to deal with that all the way to the station (i was a bit of an emotional wreck for a bit). Once we was on the train i was fine and it was great to finally get to see our new place for the first time in real life, rather than just seeing it in pictures and video chats.
Now being so far from friends and family and only having my sister being the only person i knew up here was hard and scary to start, but i knew i would find and meet new people and friends soon enough. I moved up on a Friday and went along to visit a new church on that Sunday and i was rather anxious as i knew no one, but i went for it and then after chatting with someone there i found myself signing up to help serve at their youth conference which was starting that Monday, (again my brain was thinking....what on earth are you doing) but i went with it and signed up. The next day i didn’t just have the conference to go to, i had a job interview as well at the nursery my sister worked at. I went to the interview and then onto church after that, still not knowing a single person there (which was making me a tad more anxious) but everyone was so lovely and i met some great people who made me feel so welcomed.
By the Thursday i found myself having a trail morning at the nursery and doing an activity with the kids so that they could then decided if i was right for the job. My activity was rather messy and when i say rather messy i mean, i turned the floor and half the kids purple from the messy tray we was doing....they were having to wash the kids and floor, change their clothes and then i was finished and had to leave, leaving them with the mess i had created. I felt so bad and thought oh my gosh they are never going to give me a job now....haha.
I went back to church after i had also got changed and cleaned up and later that afternoon i had a phone call, believe it or not i was offered the job and i couldn’t believe it!! But then everything kind of hit me and the next thing i knew i was crying (in front of people i had just met....my worst nightmare) everything had suddenly happened so fast, i had moved to a whole new place, found a new church, met all these people and now have a job. It was the realisation of....i really am living up here now. I soon settled in and was enjoying it up here and yes there were times where i got homesick but after a couple months it calmed down and now i can call this place home. I go back down to see family and friends, i also pop by to Babyballet to say hi and see all my little stars, but i don’t get that homesick feeling really anymore and enjoy coming back up to where i now call home.
Life still has its hurdles it likes to throw at you and i’m dealing with one now, with yet again my leg. It drives me mad and especially when i just get things flowing and settled, but that’s life and it waits for when you least expect it. We are getting it sorted and will soon know if it means a third surgery or it can be dealt with in other ways, but i’m not going to let it stop me from getting to where i want to be. I may making plans to go back to teaching for Babyballet because that is where i feel i should be working, i miss it and miss that joy i got from teaching. So once i have things sorted out health wise i shall be looking at starting back with Babyballet up here and i can get back to what i love doing.
So like i always say, yes life can throw some really hard and annoying hurdles your way sometimes but you don’t have to let it stop you completely. Just say it’s going to slow you down a bit but you can still get to where you want, maybe just not in the way you first thought you would be doing it.
I am finding that out now with this hurdle but with the help of my friends i am finding new and other ways to reach my goal in case the first way doesn’t work. Keep going and don’t give up! Fight for those dreams, because.... ‘If you can dream it, you can do it’!