Daily I struggle with the need to make enough money to get by and the desire to be happy.
What do I WANT to do? I want to write, get paid what I’m worth, and make a sustainable living. I don’t even really want riches. I just want enough money to know that my bills are getting paid and be able to buy a few extras.
Yes, it would be nice to be able to buy a car, some furniture (not second hand – what I concept; I’ve never owned furniture that was not second hand), new clothes once in awhile.
But I’d be happy with just relatively comfortable.
This almost turned out to be a different kind of rant but I deleted it.
I am thankful for a job that does pay the bills (barely) but it is not what I want to do. And I’m going to put in the work to do what I want – writing. I’m good at it. Why should I not make it my living?
Just some random thoughts…
I swear, I’ll get to a real blog post again one of these days.