I’m feeling some financial relief. Thought I lost my wallet the other day. For a split second.

It’s the thinking things out bit that doesn’t necessarily come easy to me.

I’m not an organiser, I’m an improviser.

I don’t do spreadsheets, I draw on my bag.

This just isn’t natural to me, I wonder what the incentive is anymore.

Motivation is definitely there.

It’s one big trade off. This is a point where I might have to pay to work for free.

So many years after getting a degree.

Well it’s not so bad, that’s for sure.

But it’s just a bit soul destroying at times.

Putting so much in for very little, relatively speaking.

It’s the pressure of all this, it’s the dissatisfaction of it all.

Sometimes you pay for flexibility though, and to take pressure off.

A weekly ticket means I don’t have to walk when it’s dark & in awful weather – nor do I have to get changed into a new top before doing a shift.

It’s the bills that worry me, not products.

But I’m turning off more lights than I don’t know what.

It’s easier not to really think about it, I’ll do that.

I’m better when I go with the flow anyway, whatever, it’ll be OK.