This month has been a nail biter, fiscally speaking, even more so than the past couple of months. Yet hubby and I agreed together that something would come through for us again. And lo and behold, it did. Hubby handed me cash to cover our space rent, I got another one-off job, we sold something online, and some of it out of the blue, as has become our normal. We have covered the bills for the month, with a running start on next month’s as well. It truly is mind-boggling.
I agreed to G’s suggestion I apply at temp agencies next week. This week’s a netherworld between holidays, during which absolutely nothing is going to happen. Ergo I’m hitting the proverbial bricks next week to start out the new year. The irony is that I won’t likely get a blessed thing from temp agencies. I’m too old, too fat, and too disabled. I’ll be patted on the head and my resume will go straight to File 13. I’ll still go through the motions, of course, but I know how the game is played.
That sounds horrendously negative, doesn’t it? Funny, because I’m feeling positive. Not about the temp agencies so much as other things. I am being handed a sequence of opportunities, and I’m running with them to the best of my ability. I know I have got to finish the two books I’m currently writing. I’m toggling between the two in hopes that one or both will actually get published sooner or later, ha! And they will. I’ve hit around 40K words on the one, the other 10K. The 10K one is going to be short-ish anyway, and the bulk of it will be reference, which I can hammer out at lightning speed. The 40K one is a novel. Not my forte, at any level, but I’m running with it anyway. I’ve done some tech jobs on the side, and have done a book cover design that looks to be the first in a series for this author. I’ve been given a lead on work through a university, and for a couple of other individuals and companies. And my partner tells me he’s in negotiations with a possible angel to help us finally launch the Greenhouse Servers project. (I’m not talking angel in a spiritual sense in this context, but a “business angel”, as in an investor.)
So no matter how it sounds, I’m feeling reasonably upbeat at the moment. I have a better sense of where I’m going and how to get there. I’m too old to start a career with a traditional business. It’s going to have to be my own business, one I can hopefully grow enough to eventually sell and pay for my retirement.
I’m going to make this short because it’s ungodly o’clock at night and I have a grandson who will be awake in another couple of hours or so. I should’ve been asleep long ago. However, by my staying up late I made another potential business connection. I’ll take it.
Part of me is glad to say adios to 2016. I know we’re facing a madman at the political helm in 2017, but that’s all the more reason to pick my butt up and get something constructive going. By the time Trump and his cronies are done with it, there won’t be any social safety nets left that aren’t in tatters – if they exist at all. That’s not negativity, it’s reality. I recognize it and it would be irresponsible not to prepare for it. I also know our dictator-elect and his 1% buddies are out to wipe out small business, as well, but there’s a limit to how much they can tamp down all entrepreneurship. Some small businesses are going to survive and flourish during the next few years, in spite of the GOP’s best efforts to screw us over, in spite of the war I foresee, in spite of the worst our government can cook up with Russia and the rest of the repressive idiocracy.
We said good-bye to a lot of celebrities this year. Friends and I refer it is to their electing to “check out” ahead of the incoming world mess. I know some of my readers are atheist or agnostic, while others cross a wide spectrum of beliefs. I believe in reincarnation, as I’ve said before. I believe that Hitler was reborn as Trump. However, just as people undermined Hitler, there will be freedom fighters who will eventually kneecap Trump and the GOP. The die is already cast and has been for a long time. When you screw over as many people as the GOP and their current toyboy have screwed over, you’ve made a lot of enemies. I don’t advocate and I sure don’t look forward to it, but I know it’s coming. I may have to come borrow Poolie’s bunker to ride out the nukes, mind you, but that’s how it goes.