Work. Work. Work.

Work. Work. Work.

While the many people I love add spouses and babies to their families and houses and vacations to enrich their lives… I will just keep adding jobs to my resume. I start another p/t “freelancing” position this week. #3 for me. Gotta have something right?

In other news, I actually do LOVE what I do for a living and in order for me to be happy this is a prerequisite. I’m beyond blessed that the Universe has provided for me, not one, but three great places for me to use my talents and make a difference.

Of course it would be nice if any one of these positions could lift me out of my endless debt…but…

FT job #1- 40 + hours. PT job #2 is only maybe 2 hours a week. And my new PT job #3 will be about 6-8 to begin with, per week. (With promise of more once they realize how wonderful I am.)

I would however love to someday…write.

And I would however love to someday…have a family which is probably the most important job I can ever imagine wanting. But you know, it takes two to tango down that path. And right now, I’m on a unicycle downhill with faulty brakes.


Whatcha talkin' bout Willis?