Hello friends. It has been a while since I last updated you all. This one’s a doozy.
Some of you may know my freelance business is taking off—but my personal life is spinning the drain. I do not mean to be dramatic. Perhaps the toilet bowl would be a better analogy.
I am sure you have been there before. Cruising along through life, happy enough, then poof, one day it is all changed. Gone. Over. Different.
While I celebrate a growing business, wake each morning thankful for client orders—I sit with the numbers, crunching them into columns and lines that still make no sense. I come to the inevitable conclusion that all my hard work won’t singlehandedly dig me out of the very real pile to poo that I find myself in. In other words, I am in a tough spot.
The business is growing—this is good.
My monthly income is growing—this is good.
OH. yes, that. Monthly income. Up until late June of this year, my monthly income mattered only as a supportive income for my family. We made ends meet, but tightly and I felt good knowing that my writing was helping my family.
Now everything has changed. My writing must help me. You see, I was forced out of my loving and stable relationship of TEN YEARS. (No, it was nothing I did. I simply was forced to put up a boundary—and leave a toxic environment that I had THOUGHT was safe for me. As it turns out, even people you think you know well are sometimes not what they seem.)
Ever had your heart shattered—and at the same time become homeless? This is my new reality.
I have a little doggie named Josie who has since then chewed all her hair off her back—I think from the stress of my leaving her. My cat December is 10 1/2 years old and has NEVER been away from me—I understand he howls at my old bedroom door. He does not understand why I am not there. They are both staying with my ex until I can collect them—and for me to do that, I need a home. I can’t freelance fast enough, but I am sure trying! I have tripled my income in the past 6 weeks and truth is—I am exhausted.
I admit, that I need help getting on my feet. Then—I can manage on my own.
I am currently staying with my mother—a situation thrust upon her, to my dismay and embarrassment. Now, I must find a new way, a new life, a new plan. And I think I have the solution all figured out. You are going to LOVE this…
To see the next step of the story—and why I think I’ll be soon living in an “alternative lifestyle"…
Thanks for reading up on my story—I promise, there will be better news soon! Just THINK of all the writing material I’ll gather in this new adventure.
Here are a few pictures of my sweet babies.
December is a CHUBBY ragdoll kitty. I have raised him since he was a kitten and if there’s such a thing as a pet-soulmate, he’s mine. (And he would agree.)
Josie is a “chorkie” meaning she is half chihuahua and half Yorkie. She is sweet and gentle and loves me to pieces.
Thanks for reading and for all you do to keep my spirits up. THIS TOO SHALL PASS, I tell myself. I trust that to be true.
Onward and upward, my friends.