Ten years and a new job

I'm coming up to ten years of flying solo. It's a reflective time, and it's a bit rough. It's been really difficult - I've raised an amazing complicated daughter. I just took a break to find a cable to plug her headphones into her bass amp. At this time in the morning. In this place.

Argh.

I've had amazing times. I've had some fucking awful relationships. I've paid off my mortgage. But I'm a bit skint. My income has not increased, and all my overheads obviously have. Plus kids get more expensive. Plus I have executive function poverty right now, which is something I'll wibble about another time.

So I've got another job working as a PA to a lovely lady. I've been paid to cook, which is something I would have never imagined 10 years ago. I'm doing some sewing alterations for her, so that's a thing. And of course, it's extra money. It seems to be keeping me occupied. Hopefully that will get me to the place where I make better spending choices, and have a more lucrative gig for when B leaves home. Or whatever she does.

I remember my Nan lending me a book called Harnessing Peacocks about a woman who cooks and whores her way around. It's done in a much more tactful posh way than I've made it seem. But I kind of liked the woman in that. And admired her.

So anyway, new job. And I'm working on financial planning. Ha.