Ok but hear me out.
Quitting your job and living in a forest.
Am I right?
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Ok but hear me out.
Quitting your job and living in a forest.
Am I right?
I hate how tired I always am oh my GOSHHH.
Can I do a total honesty thing? You know what my #1 obstacle to writing is? Working. This week, my bosses decided to “punish” me by cutting my hours, and you know what happened? I wrote a ton. Every hour I should have been working I spent writing instead, and it was awesome and fabulous and fantastic. I probably wrote over 10,000 words in a week.
(That’s a big number for me, by the way. I know some people can write that in a day, but I don’t. Some months I only write 25,000 words or less)
And the thing is, I didn’t try to write more. I didn’t drag myself to the library, put myself on the clock, and say “I’m going to sit here until I’ve clocked X number of hours writing.” I didn’t try to fill the hours I would have been working with words.
I did it anyway.
This is so motivating and yet so, so disappointing. Because it’s just one week, right, so it’s a skewed sample size, but it also points out something I was so, so reluctant to acknowledge. Working full time has harmed my writing. It has sucked the life and the energy out of me so that when I come home at night, all I want to do is crawl into bed. Sometimes I force myself to write anyway, but my pace is different, and my sessions are short. I don’t start two hour sessions that result in 2000 word scenes. I write for half an hour and give up after 300 words.
So obviously I’ve got to figure out how to make a change. I know my current job is killing me. Maybe the best I can hope for is that by getting a new one, the strangulation, the complete cutting off of all my creative air, won’t be so bad?
(I just hope they don’t want me to work more than forty hours. Because I can’t. I just really can’t.)
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Felting, felting, felting with a Christmas Lunch!
Well the World of Wool order arrived and I've been busy creating a Hedgehog called Henrietta, a penguin called Prisca and her friend Raphael. So I've been enjoying myself and trying to beat my health demons! This week has seen the reoccurrence of my sore back, where the skin just hurts and burns. I call it my flogging! Or similar sensation to what I can only imagine flaying is like but it hasn't deterred me from my needle felting. I was also taken out for lunch yesterday by my mum and niece Georgina to the Rising Sun. Which was lovely and I had fab time. Georgina has passed her beauty and make up course with a distinction. So well done George, really proud of you and achieving this with so much going on at home. And my mum is an angel from heaven. She does so much and never complains and mum is suffering with a bad neck and shoulders too. Poor mum I wish she would look after herself more and not always doing stuff for us all. We also did a bit of Christmas shopping afterwards which was fun. So finally getting there. But I was so tired and burning when I got in. Which made me think again how the hell do I work full time again. I really don't know if that will be possible and I feel if I did it would crack my thin exterior and finish me for good...
I feel like my "save money" plan turned into a "can you afford to pay your rent" plan...
Whine, whine, whine.
I enjoy this job but it is not ideal.
I don't mind earlier nights and I don't mind not seeing my friends who keep a different schedule from me.
I do mind that I can no longer avoid long line-ups. I dislike going to the mall on Sundays when it is crowded. I prefer going to malls at around 10:30am on a weekday. I want to go shopping in the States on a Tuesday, like I normally do.
These are all little inconveniences that do not make my life unmanageable. My sister has a motto of "work there until you can't take it anymore" which I adopted sometime in March while working for Bell Canada.
This year, I expect at least 5 T4s.
When accepting this new job in late September, I told my employer that I'd be working for him for no more than 3 years.
I can do this for 3 years. But, after that, it's back to 4-month vacations and long roadtrips to Mexico from Canada. I didn't want to change my lifestyle, I just wanted to acquire more funding for it.