I can categorically state that my life looks nothing like the one I imagined I would be living twelve months ago. Nothing like it at all.
My life a year ago wasn’t brilliant, but it was bearable. I don’t know what I thought my life was going to be like, I was just going from day-to-day in all honesty. I did hope that things would miraculously turn around because a year ago, things were tough as I say. So, perhaps I had an idea in my head that there would be some improvements. I couldn’t imagine that, during the course of the following 12 months I would have a heart attack. I would be put on the cancer pathway. I would lose my house. I wouldn’t be able to do my job and would struggle financially. In short, I didn’t know that my life would completely fall apart.
Equally, I didn’t know 12 months ago that I would finish the final book in my trilogy, that I would meet someone who would become not only a friend but my business partner and that we would be setting up our business ready for launch in early 2026. I didn’t know that I would see life through a different lens, that I would shift my mindset significantly. And for the better.
So, no, I did not imagine my life would be as it is now 12 months ago. I do now, however, have a vision for my life. For where I want to be living, what I want to be doing, and how I want my life to be in 12 month’s time.
Perhaps that was always the missing ingredient.
Louisa Simpson 