I feel after yesterday’s post it’s only fitting that I continue the theme and tell you about the visitor i had in late 2005 (ooh that seems so long ago now. I,m not sure exactly when it was I think it was late summer.

At the time I had a dog grooming salon I was trying to get up and running, as well as being single and paying rent on my house. It was quite a stressful financial time, I think it’s safe to say I was depressed. I did the work that came to me, I didn’t actually actively go looking for more customers until it was too late.

On this particular day I was in the salon early giving it a good clean,
And tis woman comes in with a young child, who was tied to her by a piece of string – at the time I don’t remember being to horrified by this, now that I am a mum, I can’t quite get my head round it. I don’t remember the kid being miserable or crying, I don’t think he made a sound – she was obviously a traveller of some sort, and I just thought oh no, but being there on my own there wasn’t much I could do.

She gave me some spiel about reading my palm – as life was quite shit at the time I thought why not – so she proceeded to tell me my future… The bloke i was wasn’t right for me and I would soon find the one, I wasn’t going to stay in the house I was in, that actually I would have a few more homes yet. She also said that although I was never going to be mega rich, I was going to be comfortable enough to be able to afford the things I really wanted.

I know this sounds like the usual stuff they come out with, but I genuinely believed her, or even if it was because I was so desperate for some good news I would of believed anything, i do believe she did me a big favour in realising life wasn’t always going to be so shit. The down side was she then wanted money which at that point all I had was a tenner I was keeping for emergencies in the tip box. And she wanted five for the reading and five for the 3 glass pebbles she gave me (I’ve still got them).

Not long after I met future Hubby, we were both pretty skint when we met, and then within a few months our luck changed and we found ourselves in a position to move to the country just in time for Horatio,s arrival. when life gets stressful now as it does with the increasing cost of living, i try to think back to how bad it was before Hubby came along.

I know this post isn’t particularly about horses or diets, I guess I just want to point out when you are in a happy place, sticking to whatever diet/healthy plan you are on is easier, than when the rest of your life is a mess, I’ve spent too many months even years worrying about my weight letting it stop me doing stuff, when really I was doing it the wrong way round. I should of put more effort into living and doing my dog grooming and then tackle the weight. Sometimes life isn’t easy and just finding a contented equilibrium is all you need for good things to start happening.