A Bit of Me Broke Today

I didn’t have a breakdown, and I didn’t completely let go of hope. But a piece of my hope broke off and fell away.

Its this damn economic situation we find ourselves in.

I have never been great at earning money, but I have a least been rich in job satisfaction in recent years.

I loved what I did before the pandemic, and when covid forced me (and many of us) to close my business and switch careers, I loved the new path I found too.

I don’t feel that I need to apologise for saying out loud that I’m a damn hard worker. Yes, I am British, and am therefore supposed to be humble and self-deprecating in all I do. But I am loud and proud about my grit and work ethic. Im a blood, sweat and tears kind of person, and I don’t quit anything – you’d have a pull my goals from my cold, dead hands.

However, today I’m having a wobble. This is not to do with how much harder I’m working in our cost of living crisis, but how little reward comes for my efforts.

Working 2 jobs

I’m a healthcare worker, and if you know this industry then you won’t be surprised to read that my full time income doesn’t cover my cost of living. I need to work a second job.

This is not because I spend above my means. I am paying back debts from the loss of my…