Things are looking up!
A heavy weight has been lifted from my shoulders, the ache that formed mid-spine is slowly stretching out and my head can once again tilt back to stare up a the stars. The stress of job-hunting was wearing me down, and though I never thought I was too concerned about having a traditional 9-5 job, and I thought I would be okay with doing freelance work from home, the relief of actually getting a regular job that doesn’t reside in these 4 walls is honestly the best feeling. I had officially hit the stir-crazy phase, I can’t wait to do a full day of work, and actually get paid! Which will be greatly appreciated, especially before Christmas!
This doesn’t deter from my ultimate goal of getting published. But right now, that needs to sit on the back burner, in order to save my sanity. Obviously I’m going to keep writing, as much as I can, but I’ll save it all up and set myself longer-term goals. I’m trying to save up for a house you see, and unfortunately money makes the world go round and to get a regular income you need a job with regular hours. Now don’t get me wrong, I am so excited to start work and mainly to get that feeling of purpose back again.
I guess I’d lost hope a bit, and got extremely frustrated with being unemployed. But everything is looking up now, that little bit brighter. Thinking of hope always reminds me of one of my favourite poems by Emily Dickinson.