I am very grateful to be working this week. I had a great time over Thanksgiving with Vince and my mum, who came to visit for a few days, but thanks to both the holiday and me wanting to take a little break, I didn’t really work for about a week. I was planning on only being off on Thanksgiving itself, the day after (although I did run a private pub crawl with Eric) and the following Monday, but the fates conspired against me and I lost a three-day confirmed temp job 5 minutes before it was due to start. ARGH. I recovered one of those days somewhere else, and spent the week after Thanksgiving trying to be productive with my enforced holiday. This did mean that my finances took a hit and once again I’ll be scrambling to put enough in the bank to pay the bills on January 1st. Never mind that it’s nearly Christmas and I have to buy presents.

Rather than feeling depressed or despairing, though, I have a sense of deep appreciation for where I am right now. I am doing what I always wished for: pursuing a career as an artist and actually making it work. Vince, who didn’t bat an eyelid when I told him of my foolish plans to send us to the poorhouse, has supported me in so many ways, many of which are unseen by everyone else. He deserves a lot of love, people. Despite the many challenges to my financial situation, I’ve managed to pull it out of the bag every month and pay my share of the bills. I’m not in debt and refuse to get into debt (other than, you know, the mortgage). I’m busy and challenged creatively. I get to be in films and play in a band. Being a bit poor is nothing. I have an awesome life.

And so here I sit, at a temp job that will save my financial bacon this week, bored shitless. But grateful to be getting paid $22 an hour to be bored shitless. It means I get to have the aforesaid awesome life.