My life has never been dull, well, not in the last eight or so years, and although quite stressful, at least I know that I've made the most of it. I'm actually learning to like myself and my life again, and I would hate to be on my death bed regretting what I hadn't done. (I never regret the past,..it's made me the person I am.)
I've raised my children with the attitude that you are responsible for your own happiness and that even if life is going wrong, it could be a hell of a lot worse. And yes, I've been lucky, growing up where I did, having a secure childhood, loving parents, good friends, good health and discovering my own self esteem. (Wish I'd had the confidence I have now, twenty years ago!)
Yet some of my closest friends, including my ex sis in law, who I love to bits, are living a mundane life. Outwardly, they have the secure marriage, the comfortable homes, no money worries, the healthy children, the dinner parties etc, yet they're now heading into their forties and reconsidering their lives...where is the excitement during their daily routines, where has their own identity and aspirations gone and why have they lost their appreciation of how lucky they are?
In some respects I'm lucky...although I grew up in a large family, I love my space, my time. I don't need people around me constantly, I don't need a partner to make me feel whole, I'm happy with or without others... (the reason my mother thinks caused my marriage to break down..I was too independent, irrespective of an extremely week partner and a madly obsessive mistress!) And I can see the same in my children. I'm not embarrased of my marriage breakdown, I don't feel at fault, I actually feel proud that I've coped, achieved so much and that my children are happy, secure about themselves, respectful of others, confident and undamaged by our families breakdown.
There is always a reason for why things happen...it's up to you how you deal with them...
