Once life moves forward to a better place the burdens of your past do slowly slip away.
This became obvious to me just the other day.
My business partner and I had to pay in a cheque at our company’s bank, but as there car park was full we parked up at Bishop Auckland Train Station.
When we got out the car, I was just looking around, then this thought hit me. I suddenly remembered the last time I had been there.
It was way back in 2009. It was a Saturday afternoon. Just after 1pm. I can remember this specifically because I’d opened the gym at 9 in the morning and closed it just before 1.00. I then cleared up and set off for the small walk to nearby Bishop Auckland Train Station . I was going home to my family having been away from them for two weeks.
I hadn’t been on holiday. Well not for these two weeks. I had a month before. We all had gone through such tough times, and needed a break. Just as important we needed time together. So as things were improving by this time, I grabbed a last minute holiday to Turkey for 2 glorious weeks, and happily emptied my bank account so that we could all have time to recharge our batteries.
We didn’t scrimp and save during these two weeks, I made sure we could have a wonderful time. I was so happy being able to buy my girls hand bags, boots and all those things they loved.
Yet I was to pay the price on our return. I had taken my money down to the last few pounds, and then with a few unexpected payments on our return I was left penniless. So much so that I couldn’t afford to run my car.
So there was I needing to be in the gym every morning by 9am and no way to get there. So with a lend of £10 from my sister, I got a train first thing Monday morning and travelled to Bishop Auckland Train Station to get to my gym. I got through the first 6 days, and by the Saturday was excited to be going home at last. For the previous 5 nights I’d had to sleep on a mattress on the floor in my gym . With the fact that we had no heating in the gym I certainly quickly forgot about the beautiful sunshine in turkey, and felt more like I’d been a week in the Antartic.
But I couldn’t go home. The monies that we had taken were needed to get food for the family and pay for other things, so I didn’t even have the money for a train fare. So another week had to be spent on the floor at the gym, until the next Saturday by which time enough money had been made to not only get a train home, but also sort out my car.
It’s so strange that this memory had evaporated so completely.
When I told my business partner about it, not a man of many words, but what he does say is normally spot on, his response was ‘it’s amazing how far you’ve come.’
So know, no matter how hard times may be, things can get better.
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