This week has left me thinking about being bold, and how making the bold step, even when it's small bold - not like selling up and moving across the world or changing career or opening a donkey sanctuary. Just saying that's it and doing something that you want or need to do.
It came about this week through gardening. I was finally brave with the tangled mess and just got on with it. Now it looks better and I'm not as scared to get in there with the cutting devices. With food the other week, I wasn't going to give up milk by continuing to drink milk. Same with money, we weren't going to pay off our debts and move towards the life we want by continuing to live the same way we lived before.
Then when the bold move is made, it isn't bold anymore, it's just living.
I'd make a rubbish frugal blogger, when we made the change in 2003 we were both massive spenders, we were both into the latest new thing, designer clothes, fancy this and that. But then it stopped. I suppose it was bold at the time, but just stopping doing something that no-one in their right mind would care about anyway isn't all that interesting, it's just going to different shops, or not going to shops at all. Saving is all that interesting either, the occasional benefit of saving - like the big deposit we could put down for this house (which we didn't really do anything to achieve, we just sold our house for more than we bought it for) or buying a nice car for cash - that's exciting and kind of interesting, but everything else, well it's just being alive isn't it.
Suffice to say, it's not interesting a lot of the time, but I am very happy at the minute and it all started with roses!