1 year ago 💘 for day 281, 2020 with 297 words.

When it rains

Not long after I wrote yesterdays entry, Dim got an email from education services. Apparently, he made too much money in his last year of college and he has to pay back 3,5 thousand euros by next month. That's easily a month of income for him so that was a bit of a slap in the face. He's been taking some time off from work for the past few days because he's feeling exhausted. So much so in fact that he's thinking about asking his client for the rest of the month off. It would mean a month of no income, but if it can prevent him from getting fully burned out, that'll be worth it. Especially since last time it took him six months before he could work again and a year before he could get back to fulltime.

We're by no means in trouble financially now, but it does mean that the buffer we spent the past year building is now going to be slinking fast. We were thinking about taking a week-long vacation if we could find a secluded house somewhere, away from other humans, but with this going on I'm not sure I feel comfortable. Dim does though so he's still looking. Suffice it to say I didn't sleep a wink last night and what sleep I did have were filled with stress-dreams. It's been a while since I've had a night like this. Now more than ever, I feel the urge to turn my art into profit... somehow. I just don't quite know how. I'm sure we'll be fine, we always have been and we will be again. But it's a bit of a scare to have all of this happening in tandem like this.

When it rains it pours eh?

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By Leonie Jonk 💘

Artist & Spoonie I write about my life as an artist and as a person with chronic pain, the struggles, the rewards, the inspiration & the downfalls. Oh and occasionally the odd piece of fiction :)

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