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I'm scared. Scared, scared, scared.
It's money, you see...
My vehicle is having issues. I don't have a car payment. I do have many other debts. My credit would be sparkling beautiful if I could pay off my debts. What if my van stops working? I can't afford repairs right now. What if I lose my job? I barely make enough to survive, and I can't get another job anywhere that pays me what I make here, unless I finish my accounting degree. But I don't have time to devote to schooling, with all of the other obligations I have right now. Also the notion of driving up more student loans, and dumping more time into the accounting field in general, makes me feel sick. I do, one day, want to be some sort of Maker. An artist, a creator of sculptural furniture (sculptural BDSM furniture? Likely that, too!) But I'm scared of the risk right now because I have a 14 year old who depends on my income for survival and because what would we do for health insurance???
I have 3.5 years until Q is 18. And he'll still be in high school for approximately the next 4 years from now. So if I put in another 2 years getting my degree, which would mean sacrificing my relationships, because no way could I find time to see everyone and keep those connections healthy, then I'd be doing it for just maybe a few years of safety in accounting income at or above where I'm at now.
I don't know if I can keep the job I've got going for 4 more years or not.
And if I'm ever going to do art for any sort of a living, I have to work harder at it now. Time is not my only problem there...I realized something yesterday. I have been screwing myself!! No, not in the fun way either. I had tied my art mojo up with my sense of obligation to others so severely that it was crippling me. I tried to make some art for Zen for the holidays. Well, I just couldn't get my head in the game and I failed to make it work out. That is a frustrating experience. I have had a dozen art ideas come and go since then, and I have not lifted a single finger to start any of them...why?...because I was telling myself that there was a strict order to my art obligations that had to be observed: First Zen's piece, then one for Fire and Hefe, then a couple of custom frames for prints that need to go to the GWAR Bar, then another GWAR inspired piece for one of the bandmembers, etc etc. And I cannot "waste" (HA!) my art time or art energy doing projects for myself that are not on the list.
But the idea of trying again with the piece that frustrated me was discouraging, so I let it logjam the whole thing.
And so when I DID have, when I DO have time, which actually does happen on occasion...I did nothing. NOTHING. You know what's worse than having your muse give you the finger when trying to accomplish a specific piece? Being an idiot and letting that cause you to do no creative work at ALL. Ugh. OK, so having realized that, the next time I have the opportunity and the energy is flowing, I'm gonna just make something cool. Nevermind who it's for or what it is.
Maybe, if I'm lucky, I can make some stuff that someone might want to buy, and then I can put that money into my debts, and maybe get to a point where I don't live in abject terror of my finances.
Old Wolf got paid today and I needed to pop in and manage some stuff. Transfer a couple of payments out of his account (which is still "our" joint account) to pay for things I still manage for him. We are transitioning his bills into his administration slowly. But his pay was short a day and a half, because I guess he was sick and he didn't have the paid time off to cover it, and so he's struggling, too.
I knew that together, with him working and the money we already had coming in at the time before I moved out, we had the means to afford life in one household comfortably like that. Parting ways into two households would mean that both of us were going to struggle. I knew this. And I'm frustrated because I feel that I was flighty and stupid and impractical to reach for what I WANTED when I knew we didn't have the money. As happy as I am to have experienced all of this growth and awesome stuff in life, and everything...and as much as I used to fantasize daily about having my own space as I now do...I sometimes think that if I could roll back time, I'd erase everything that led to the breakup and just keep on coping with him until the kids were grown like I'd planned to do.
It's probably best that this is not an option.
Still. I am scared.
It's money, you see...
My vehicle is having issues. I don't have a car payment. I do have many other debts. My credit would be sparkling beautiful if I could pay off my debts. What if my van stops working? I can't afford repairs right now. What if I lose my job? I barely make enough to survive, and I can't get another job anywhere that pays me what I make here, unless I finish my accounting degree. But I don't have time to devote to schooling, with all of the other obligations I have right now. Also the notion of driving up more student loans, and dumping more time into the accounting field in general, makes me feel sick. I do, one day, want to be some sort of Maker. An artist, a creator of sculptural furniture (sculptural BDSM furniture? Likely that, too!) But I'm scared of the risk right now because I have a 14 year old who depends on my income for survival and because what would we do for health insurance???
I have 3.5 years until Q is 18. And he'll still be in high school for approximately the next 4 years from now. So if I put in another 2 years getting my degree, which would mean sacrificing my relationships, because no way could I find time to see everyone and keep those connections healthy, then I'd be doing it for just maybe a few years of safety in accounting income at or above where I'm at now.
I don't know if I can keep the job I've got going for 4 more years or not.
And if I'm ever going to do art for any sort of a living, I have to work harder at it now. Time is not my only problem there...I realized something yesterday. I have been screwing myself!! No, not in the fun way either. I had tied my art mojo up with my sense of obligation to others so severely that it was crippling me. I tried to make some art for Zen for the holidays. Well, I just couldn't get my head in the game and I failed to make it work out. That is a frustrating experience. I have had a dozen art ideas come and go since then, and I have not lifted a single finger to start any of them...why?...because I was telling myself that there was a strict order to my art obligations that had to be observed: First Zen's piece, then one for Fire and Hefe, then a couple of custom frames for prints that need to go to the GWAR Bar, then another GWAR inspired piece for one of the bandmembers, etc etc. And I cannot "waste" (HA!) my art time or art energy doing projects for myself that are not on the list.
But the idea of trying again with the piece that frustrated me was discouraging, so I let it logjam the whole thing.
And so when I DID have, when I DO have time, which actually does happen on occasion...I did nothing. NOTHING. You know what's worse than having your muse give you the finger when trying to accomplish a specific piece? Being an idiot and letting that cause you to do no creative work at ALL. Ugh. OK, so having realized that, the next time I have the opportunity and the energy is flowing, I'm gonna just make something cool. Nevermind who it's for or what it is.
Maybe, if I'm lucky, I can make some stuff that someone might want to buy, and then I can put that money into my debts, and maybe get to a point where I don't live in abject terror of my finances.
Old Wolf got paid today and I needed to pop in and manage some stuff. Transfer a couple of payments out of his account (which is still "our" joint account) to pay for things I still manage for him. We are transitioning his bills into his administration slowly. But his pay was short a day and a half, because I guess he was sick and he didn't have the paid time off to cover it, and so he's struggling, too.
I knew that together, with him working and the money we already had coming in at the time before I moved out, we had the means to afford life in one household comfortably like that. Parting ways into two households would mean that both of us were going to struggle. I knew this. And I'm frustrated because I feel that I was flighty and stupid and impractical to reach for what I WANTED when I knew we didn't have the money. As happy as I am to have experienced all of this growth and awesome stuff in life, and everything...and as much as I used to fantasize daily about having my own space as I now do...I sometimes think that if I could roll back time, I'd erase everything that led to the breakup and just keep on coping with him until the kids were grown like I'd planned to do.
It's probably best that this is not an option.
Still. I am scared.