It’s funny how life works, with the challenges and surprises it throws at you. Like this week has turned out for me.
It seems, perhaps as fate would have it, just when I’d found the perfect day job, and we are all finally settled into a routine (pick ups/drop offs co-ordinated – you know how it is) that it now looks like I’m going to have to quit my day job. Something I do not want to do, but will most likely not have a choice.
The reason? I’ll just leave it at this: you can’t rely on family. I’ve thought that for a while; now I know it. Mr.42 and I know it’s just us from here on in. It saddens us, but it makes us even more determined, for our kids’ sake.
So, there’s no writing course for me in the near future now . It’s back to the drawing board on the day job side of things. Again. Oh the irony.
I’m pretty angry. Livid would be an appropriate adjective. But I’m also sad, because family who cannot put ther own agendas aside will inevitably end up missing out.
However, despite this hurdle, I’m also filled with a rigid determination I haven’t felt before. To create my own work that will hand us back control over our lives, so I can be there for my boys. I feel like it’s now or never.
Have you ever felt the same way?