I was sauntering along the Cairns esplanade on my usual 5km, walking and running, thinking about
the upcoming trip down to the big smoke for 7 weeks of training for a new
job. The training is held smack bang where I used to work 25 odd years ago. I
thought back to then. I had no money, a thousand year old, decrepit, beat up car that stalled constantly, a mortgage
that I could barely pay, I made my own clothes due to no money and I worked
constant overtime to the point that there were nights when I got home that I would
have gladly fallen asleep on the carpet to avoid having to walk the extra
distance to my bedroom. But that’s life ain’t it? We – you – me – work, sacrifice,
save, lose sleep, make do and get by in order to be better 25 years later down
the track. I’m proud of what I’ve done and where I'm at. I worked bloody hard for it. While I’m not a great believer in going
backwards in life, sometimes it’s good to see where you started just to remind
you how far you’ve come.
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