Today I sit on the precipice of financial disaster. With the state government having just announced their new budget (i.e. their slash and burn budget), my husband is quite literally in the firing line – from his job.
My hubby is what is known as a ‘shiny bum’ (was a carpenter in the field not works in the office – hance shiny bum!), working in a government department that was deemed “as safe as houses”. Well we all know what happened to Piggy’s house when the Big Bad Wolf came along, and this time the Big Bad Wolf comes in the form of a blow torch-wielding Campbell Newman. And he is about to blow our house right down. Puff!
CAMPBELL NEWMAN CERTAINLY ISN’T A TWILIGHT KINDA WOLF …
With more than a quarter of QBuild heading for the dole queue, my husband could be at the front of line … just before the impending arrival of our very first baby. Handy Andy! Remember we will be dropping to one income as of next year with me heading off on maternity leave (unless I decide to head straight back to work the minute the placenta has slipped out!).
It gets better, dear friends – we are about five weeks away from settling on a $500,000 investment property in a mining town, that we may not be able to afford. And have you had a look at the Aussie dollar at the moment? Appears our mining town may have seen its boom and be starting to fizzle out. Eeek!
Add to this mathematical equation the rising cost of living, the fact that the magazine publishing business is getting harder and harder, and my responsibility for the livelihood of four staff, you’d think things couldn’t get any worse.
Well, you know what? Even if they do get worse, it wouldn’t faze me.
Yep, that’s right, this “glass half full” girl is proving to actually be more like a “glass full to the brim and overflowing” girl. I am not quite sure how I have done it, but I am such a happy, positive little bumble bee that nothing can knock me down – not a feather and certainly not a Big Bad Wolf. If I had a song right now I’d be singing harmonies with the Chumbawamba’s to “I get knocked down but I get up again” (I just won’t be acting out the lyrics, “Pissing the night away …” – not good for the baby and all, but I do wee a lot at night now … ), followed by “Always look on the bright side of life” by Monty Python. Any excuse for a sing-a-long.
EVENT THESE BLOKES ARE LOOKING ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE… (FROM THE MOVIE LIFE OF BRIAN – pardon the poor tast in humour!)
Where has Happy as Larry, Positive Polly (and probably Annoying Annie) come from? Drugs?
No friends, one thing I have learnt over my 3o-something years is that no matter what happens you have got to “put your big girl panties on and get on with it”. The sun will always shine, and you have to get your arse out of bed and go and get the world – it certainly ain’t going to be served up to you with a cup of tea and toast.
I have also learnt that life is absolutely bloody fantastic. In light of the above you might think my hubby and I could be forgiven for being in the midst of a pity party, but we are doing the exact opposite. We believe everything will turn out fine, and because we think that way, guess what? It will! Yep, simply as that – if you think that things will always work out for the best, they will. No “woo woo” about it, it’s just the truth.
I am so lucky to have a loyal, gorgeous, talented husband who supports me in all I do. I am glowing, half way through a healthy pregnancy. We have a cute, furry dog that sleeps between our feet at night (under the doona). I have a group of successful, positive and beautiful friends, and I have two businesses that are actually doing well, despite the economic doom and gloom. I have everything in the world to be thankful for.
So let me ask you, what are you thankful for and do you look on the bright side of life?