It’s become a bit of the norm now, me posting post-midnight on a Saturday night/early Sunday morning.
Things are done, events happen, circumstances change, enlightening moments are had. D&Ms, partying hard, routine completely out-of-whack, no time to rest – these are all the elements of what constitute me usually posting so late on a Saturday. Usually one, or many elements join together to make it a memorable and jam-packed day.
But what if all of the above happened in one day?
Today, my blogging friends, was a big day.
You know that speech Jerry Maguire gives towards the end of the film when he walks in on Dorothy during her sister’s group for ex-wives/disgruntled women/desperate-and-dateless-whatevers, he says something along the lines of their company having had a huge night, a very big night.
I am Jerry Maguire, saying that today was mammoth. Because today I learnt for real, that dreams can come true. They do.
Today I bid at my first auction, and won our Sea change house. I still can’t freaking believe it. It happened. It really happened. It’s still happening, and I need to seriously pinch myself.
I was freaking out. I had to do it without Hubbie. He couldn’t get out of work for the auction, so I had a large support team with me: my Mum, sister, bro-in-law, and of course my good luck charm, baby girl.
And boy was she good luck.
Having never raised a hand at any auction before, today, I brought it home. Amidst intense competition. I was scared and shaking and dizzy, and somehow I pulled a poker face and planted some sunnies on to shield my eyes Jerry Maguire style, and I brought the mother fucker home.
We will now be moving to our beach-side lifestyle, our Sea change dream, our destination of destinations, in a matter of months.
I am not only so grateful we got it – WE GOT IT! – but I am so happy that I managed to hold it together and find that fire within me, that force that is to be reckoned with, that Lion that announces itself with a “ROAR.”
I realised that that feline in me has been stifled for quite some time. Call it life’s pressures, insecurities, doubts. Whatever. But I was reminded of what I have in the depths of my soul, and at the end of the day, I had to rise to the challenge, because… who else would do it? Not my neighbour. Not my colleagues. I wanted the house, Hubbie was unable to come, and I came to the party. Which I’ll be throwing for quite a while now let me assure you.
The main message out of all of this?
Dreams can come true. They do. You just need to find the fire within you.
Stay passionate and unrelenting.
Keep positive vibes flowing around you. Don’t let any toxicity or toxic people into your sphere of dreams.
Keep your vision clear, and bright in your mind, and feel the joy that comes with it.
I sound like The Secret I know, but seriously, this shit is real. I learnt that myself today.
And then came the applause… the auctioneer yelled “SOLD!” and I laughed as everyone in the yard started clapping for me, in shocked disbelief about their genuine happiness, baby girl chiming in and laughing at them all, unaware that her whole life was about to change…