Car broke down a little over a month ago. I am dirt poor. Like, haven't-bought-groceries-in-a-month poor. The cat still eats like a princess though, don't you worry.
Four days after my car broke down, my bike got stolen. Right in front of my house.
I am now front desk manager at a salon. Not really my kinda thing, but it pays well enough and now I get to add manager and marketing to my resume, which I suppose is useful although who the fuck really cares. I am borrowing a bike for transportation and riding ~33 miles every day. Three hours of commute on top of my regular work day makes for a very long week, and very short nights.
That's right, digging myself out of financial debt by putting myself in extreme calorie deficit. But that's what I get. And these types of challenges are good for me. And my legs will be monstrous.
The end of my personal drought is in sight, albeit just a little farther off than I'd like it to be. So thankful for my wonderful support system, without whom I would surely be drowning. Or starving (but seriously).
When it comes down to it, life is good, and each day glows brighter with opportunities and possibilities. Writing lots of music with J. I am feeling very encouraged by our efforts in the last few weeks. I truly believe in what we have to offer, so whoever is reading this - be excited. I know I/we've been saying that for a long time. But this is for real. Can't put it off any longer, and won't.
Hope your day is lovely.
