By the end of November I will have no money! Expand…
I’m 61. Well, 61 and a half to be strictly truthful.
Somehow by the end of November I have to have started my life again.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this…
When I was 35, my 12-year marriage ended, I lost my job as a PA, I had no money, no prospects and rent to pay. I realised I had to take care of myself for the rest of my life and needed more than a mundane secretarial job to do that. I realised I had to Start Again. So I did.
That was 26 years ago. Now after many ups and downs, mental and physical health problems, changes in technology that meant my business has long since been rendered unsustainable, I’m back at the same point.
Changes in the state pension here in the UK mean I have another four and a half years before I receive mine, and even then it won’t be enough to live on. No rent to pay this time, and blessedly I paid off the mortgage for my tiny home 20 years ago, but I need to be comfortable, and warm, and fed; and things break and need replacing, and then there’s art supplies to buy… and my savings are almost gone.
So at 61 (and a half), I’ve realised I’m going to have to start again. Again.
I’m older. I have less energy, less patience perhaps, certainly less naive optimism! But I do have skills learned over the last five years of ‘sabbatical’: I can write, and I can draw.
It’s time to see if I can put those skills, and all the others I’ve picked up along the way, to good use.
I can honestly say, I am quite terrified.
Whatever happens, I’m going to have a story to tell, and one part of the plan is to tell it here.
Warts ‘n’ all.