This is scary. There is no work for me right now. I have three different temp agencies, but no work to do. I’m not sure what to do next.
Today, I am going to teach a little professional development workshop for a few writers who are friends of a friend. I am really, really excited. I also have to go see this dance space that I might be helping to run, if I get this job that I interviewed for last week.
But every day that I don’t work sinks me deeper and deeper into this terrifying place. No money, no job, no temp work. But I just have to get through today. And then tomorrow. And the day after that. I have to stay busy, so that I don’t spend all my time alone, at home, worrying and panicking.
It doesn’t really matter if I can’t buy Christmas presents, my family doesn’t really care. I can make it up to them.
This is not fun.