If you'd have asked me a few years ago, I would have said that my greatest fear was never actually achieving anything with my life. I was stuck in a rut of being a "stay at home mum", little confidence, few resources, living on benefits... you know what I mean... and then my mum died after a life-long battle with asthma, bronchiectasis and other lung-related illnesses ( I've still never plucked up the courage or found the right words to write about that yet... one day I will ) at the age of 55. My life and my goals changed immediately. I knew there and then that I needed to live... to do something with my life and to get out of the rut that was slowly getting deeper and deeper. Without going into details, we found ourselves more financially secure that we ever had been so we moved away from the town we were living in and started afresh where no-one knew us; where we were equals. Changes were made within our family unit too. I became the breadwinne...
... blogging my guts out