I’ve made the call that with my health the way it has been this year and the demands of this business, I’ll leave the awesome Queer Women’s Support Worker job alone… which is sad. But also feels right. I think if I had to drop the face painting or the queer support job, in a few years time it’s the face painting that I’d be thinking of wistfully and regretting passing up on.
I’m making a lot of plans for the future which is wonderful. Hopes and dreams abound. I’m writing poetry again. I feel… full of life. Anxious too… dreams are scary. They make you take risks, and the thing about risks is that sometimes you fall.
But for now, there’s no falling. There’s hope and hard work and plans and new skills.
Writing at my favourite cafe after a counselling appointment yesterday.