Good Morning!!
I had a good day yesterday! Most of it took place in the evening as I hung out with my daughter and she cracks me up. Her hubby worked late so we met him for dinner. It was good to laugh.
My boycub called out of the blue a couple days ago on his way home from work so we caught up too. I feel loved.
It’s good to feel loved. Although I work on Thursday do 4 hours, this will be my last week of no work an then it’s all on. I need to be prepared. No more fucking around.
I’m going to make a full list of my debt today. It’ll end up of course being more due to interest but that’s ok.
One card at a time, one personal debt at a time and then the big kahuna…the loan.
Truth be told, I don't know if I can handle 55 hours a week, but I'm going to at least try. My goal is to do this for a year.
If I really hunker down, I should be able to pay off the credit cards and my personal debts in that amount of time.
Then it would just be the loan remaining.
So much is riding on this. So much.
But I can do one year...and you know, each paycheck will bring me closer to that being over.
I have not let my former employer know that I have a new job yet. It may seem shitty of me and it weighs on me but at the same time, they weren't even going to let me know that my period of unemployment was going to be extended. I only found out because I hadn't heard from them and reached out...like, hello? Hello? Anyone? Anyone?
I'm going to send out a text on Wednesday of this week, since I start Thursday and it'll just be what it is...
So these next few days...I am just going to try and prepare mentally for everything. I'm going to apply for a part time job today. I'm looking at 15 hours a week.
With the overtime from my day job, I am going to actually be 57.5 hours a week until the slow season. This company does not lay people off however.
Thank God.
And you know, I am grateful for the job I was laid off from. I learned I can handle hard stuff, I learned I can learn, I learned I can do what's required of me. I learned I do not have to give in or give up. I learned how to let go and just let shit fly and still maintain a sense of well being (as good as I can given some of my mental health struggles).
So today, it's going to be well over 70 degrees. What the actual fuck? I think we are in for some wicked shit weather wise this summer...with the drastic temp changes, etc. But one day at a time. I'm closer to home now (new job), so if there are tornado warnings, I'll leave to come get my cats and my daughter if she's not working when warnings go off.
I will drive through hail and tornadoes to get to my daughter and/or our cats.
That's how I roll.
Speaking of cats, Grey continues to be a conundrum. I don't have the money to find out what's going on with her. I suspect kitty dementia. She has a hard time sitting down now, like making up her mind where she wants to sit and how to sit. She stumbles from time to time. She's eating though and she seems to still want affection, etc.
But if things continue, it may sound cold, but I believe in giving her release as soon as it's clear that she's really struggling, rather than wait until death is eminent. Struggling isn't fair and it's not a good quality of life. It'll kill me to do it but she will be spared the spiral.
I have said all along and I stand by this that if I am diagnosed with something that will ultimately lead to my death but that will prolong the heartache of my family in any kind of drawn out way, while I just sit there and diminish, I won't do that. Fuck that.
I'm out. On my terms.
And the way I envision it is to go out on a freezing cold night when the moon is full, somewhere in the woods but where the moon shines down through the trees, take a handful of mushrooms (yes, magical) and...just die.
I think we should all have the right to die as we choose. As far as I know, I didn't ask to be born. I didn't ask to have the issues I've had nor the struggles, I never wanted to cause harm or be irresponsible and I do acknowledge that I wasn't always those things...there's good in Denise too but...my life has been one of a lot of struggle and shame and low self-worth and it's gets tiring.
And because I didn't ask for that bullshit, I think that I should be able to choose the time and means of my death.
That got dark. But the point I'm trying to make is that noone, not even my beloved kitty should be forced to struggle here just because I don't want to let her go until the very last moment. I'd rather live knowing I spared her months of getting worse, then releasing her only when it's clear she's suffering.
This is not happening anytime soon. I am watching and I will know. I've asked her and the Goddesses who oversee cats (Freya and Bast), to show me signs and I've done meditations to open myself up to being able to see those signs.
Now I'm out for the day. I hope you have a good one.
Be Blessed.
Love & Light,
Neecie