I’m not doing super well. Financially, you might say I’m broke.
I’m working 10 hours a week and getting paid $30 more than how much my rent is. I live by myself and don’t split expenses with anyone. I’m currently on the (13-week long) waiting list to get on the dole.
I would have all the reasons to be stressed about this. But I’m not.
I have never been so broke in my life — I have never struggled with money more than right now — yet, I’ve never not felt anxious about it.
I wish I could explain this to you in more practical terms, but it’s more of a feeling: hope.
Here’s the thing: I’ve been applying for jobs for the last month or so. The more I scroll through the endless list of possibilities, the pickier I get.
Just over a year ago, I would have applied for anything. I was scared and anxious about not having an income.
But now, I’m much more clear on what I want out of a job, and I’m only applying for jobs that tick all the boxes.
Working for other people has been feeling less and less appealing. And developing my own projects is becoming more and more realistic and possible.
I’m starting to believe I can do this — I can REALLY do this.
