I've decided to commit myself to another business event. It's another big one, in a nearby city - one that my work has always gone down very well in.
It's an expense, for sure, but I feel ready for it, in business terms and psychologically.
Before I'd made a decision about it, I was chatting it over with my Wonderful Man. Straight away he suggested helping me out afterwards, at the very end of the event. Because of the practicalities of it, it's a very kind thing for him to offer. I couldn't believe it, seriously. I almost started crying.
One of the things I remember from the last year of my M, was XH refusing outright to help me with something similar (just in my home town, so not that involved for him).
I had hurt my back very seriously about six weeks previously (split a disk in my spine). I had been on major prescription painkillers. Doctor had told me it would be 3 months before I would start to feel a bit better, and six months before the pain would be totally gone. I was under strict instructions to stay off work for at least three months and not lift anything heavier than a handbag.
So, there I was, six weeks into my injury (still in a lot of pain and unable to sleep for more than a few hours a night) and risking losing the money I had paid out for my business for taking part in this event, and risking losing any potential sales I might have had from it. XH refused to help me get there. He told me he was going out drinking the night before.
And just didn't turn up afterwards to pick me up. So I was stood outside, in the cold and dark, unable to get hold of him on his mobile - it was going straight to voicemail. By that point I was in tears through pain, the January winter cold and through total exhaustion. I waited an hour and a half for him before he finally turned up.
So that my partner would not just support me in this step up for my business, but also offer to help me out...it's just lovely.
