i don’t like wallowing on this blog, or to others really, so i just don’t. then i just run around in my own head, trying to read magazines or listen to music just to get some quiet from all those tiny little things that niggle - being rejected for jobs, a mouth full of ulcers. earning rubbish money. the how-will-i-pay-off-the-credit-card freak out. how will i love this place. how will i not miss my friends and not miss my boy at the same time, how will i, how can i change this.
i’m always frozen by fear, “feel the fear and do it anyway!” - like what? quit working in government and do what? how do people actually do it.
no self-help article has ever paid anyone’s rent.