Ep 02 Difficulties Make Us Strong

This is my second post in the #challange30days and I was wondering all day long what story I will tell this time. It took me the whole day to decide and I change my mind several times. It's difficult for me to write about difficult times or subjects, not because my life was a only a breeze but mainly because I am not use to expose I guess :) I was and still am the warrior that wins it all and most of my friends believe that I am made from some kind of steel (not far from reality but let's not forget the post :P) So, I will share few of the challenges faced when I moved to this country and why are they important to me

1. Almost two years ago I decided to move to a new country and to start over at 36 years old. I booked my one way flight and put my trust in the Universe. The reason behind was a man I've met in a dance festival and with whom I exchanged maybe 20 min and a Facebook account. I just felt ready for whatever will come. So I asked him if I can stay in his place for a while, until I will see why I felt the urge to suddenly move. He was so kind and let me stay in the living room as he was sharing the flat with some flatmates (pretty common in London but new and strange for me that I was coming from my own apartment). I remember I was so stressed about not disturbing them that I use to leave at 6 am in the morning and get back very late in the evening. The man I was a bit in-love with didn't seem to share my feelings so I need to move on and see what broth me her.

2. My first job was in an organic coffee shop where I was hired to wash the dishes. My ego was smashed indeed, miss phd engineer wasn't prepared for this and I could not take it easy. After my first day I come back home exhausted (10 hours standing and carrying heavy pots back and forth) and I burst into tears. I did cry for almost one hour and then I danced to let my soul heal.

3. I did struggle to get up the next day at 6 again and decided that no matter what I can do better than yesterday. It was not my dream job and I was shit at doing it. It was the first time in my life I had to work with my body and it was damn hard. I felt I like my lessons in small potions so I decided to try something else. I am stubborn enough not to get dead by the first wave. So I managed to move in my own room in zone 4 of the suburbs (cheap indeed but almost the size of my bathroom in Romania). I struggle to own a bank account as here is like an endurance test. I changed the job for something more easy to me: mailman and then a truck driver and then a bicycle currier until I found a position that allowed me to let go of the income stress.

4. When I left my country I had accumulated some debts as my two years off eat all my resources. So I started from -10000 euro and not from 0 :) Now I am relaxed, debt free and on the plus side. I just would never deny that the hungry period was one of the most creative one, the need is a very good teacher. I am aware now if I move again (maybe this time without a man in my head :D) it will take again a while until the things get back into the flow. But the beauty of all this difficulties is to make you remind again and again yes I can.

Great evening to all and hugs !