I hate my job to the point I just want to run away. I hate the person I have become. I was once a nature person. I loved the long walks with my dogs and yes a few cats that followed us too. I was an early riser wanting to catch the sun rising while I got to face it with my furry charges running around me. I loved to paint. Reading was such joy. I loved to write. I loved to sew and ride my bike with a furry one strapped in her basket. Life was good ....and then I got this job. Been here now for almost 25 years. Let me tell you first all I had other jobs but came back to this because it paid better. But and thats a BUT its off the books and has no medical. In 2 years time I can retire. It does not mean I can collect because I have about 15 years to go. I am trying to build my own little business. And then there's the big BUT again...I am too tired to do anything when I get home. I mean zilch. So it doesn't advance.
So this is my short term deal here. The reason for job camping is so I can stock money away. I will be paying my taxes for the next 2 years myself so I can get the rest of my credits. I will be giving up one day a week when I get in the van so I can get some relief. Longer deal ....I may keep working after I pay all my credits but only 3 days and explore the land around me while working on my crafts the other 4. I think I can do well with crafts because I make things we all need and wear. Even if I sell just a few I dont need much. I really do with out. I don't need to be comfortable all the time. My life has shown me I am stronger than I think. I don't need to be afraid anymore. Life is just a waiting game and I want to be a player!!!