My brain is filled with how i'm going to pay for plane tickets to Florida and Utah this summer and still pay my rent and basic bills. The crunch is real. I make a more than decent wage, i cannot understand how someone who only feeds one person, pays rent and buys all her clothes second hand can't make ends meet. I bought a couch for $100 and felt like i was spending $10,000. I'm not cheap. I'm terrified. One small mis-step and i lose the roof over my head. At least i wouldn't have any bills then. Well, i'd have my credit card bills but i could pay them all off with two paychecks. Isn't that fucked up? So the choice is try to stay safe and keep money (doesn't work) or live my life and be creative with how i manage my money and STILL have none........i'm gonna live. It's scary and at the same time, it's still scary. Really deep diving into my tarot/astrology/numerology lately. It's uncanny how spot on it is. Yes, it's subco...
I tend to fall off writing when i'm in a "good" place, which shouldn't be. I need to write about when i'm happy and boring too. Mr. Cigar is as he is. He doesn't change, he just goes through his life living it as he pleases. I envy that. and i can appreciate it as long as he doesn't treat me as disposable, or a side piece. I missed him in my life. It's that simple. As much disruption and upset that i felt when we were "together" in the past......i felt seen and heard too. I find that when i'm not waiting for or depending on his attention to feel good, I am a lot happier. There is not destination in mind. This will play out for a lifetime or it will stutter and start a few times before it completely finishes. I'm okay with it. In the meantime, I've been looking for interesting positions to apply for. I want to know if at this age, i can still be marketable. I want to know what my worth is profession...