As I sit here in this office for the last time today, I have an eye on the future, but I’m not stressing about it. I have some time, my rent and bills are paid for the month and at least half of March. And there are opportunities. Just yesterday I set up an in person interview for Thursday and two phone interviews by the end of the week.
I know the perfect opportunity is out there for me.
If only I had a sugar daddy or sugar momma who would take care of me so I could stay home and write! But that isn’t happening. And honestly, I don’t think I could be that person. That isn’t a slam against anyone who is that person. More power to you.
I’ve known for a long time that I’m not cut out for that kind of relationship. When it comes to romance, I’m extremely deficient. I also take an inordinate amount of pride in taking care of myself.
Wow, I wandered off on a tangent. I was talking about the career. I’ve been in the work force in some manner since I was 16, younger if you count babysitting and the like. I’m 51 now. I have a lot of experience, so I have faith that the right job will present itself.
Maybe I should hang out my shingle: “Writer / Editor for Hire. Inquire Within”
Happy Tuesday, Readers! Go out there and grab the day with kindness.
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