2024get about it, choose hope instead
Dec. 31st, 2024 04:54 pmIt was a shitty year, to be sure. But it ended right.
Most of the year was spent caring for a screaming crazy man who doesn't like me. That's liable to sap anyone's creative energy dry I suppose, but it didn't stop me from being frustrated with myself. By the time December rolled around and other people began doing "2024 art summaries" of their work, I spiraled hard. Calling myself an "artist" felt like a joke (and still does sometimes).
I moved up to live with that crazy man mid-October. I was hoping that I could find a job as quickly as possible and escape to my own place—and my own life—again. Except no one called back, even after months of applications of resumes. Which of course means I've been in a state of constant financial panic.
I've had a lot of reasons to feel like a failure lately; started feeling like I always would be, too. Like maybe I don't have or deserve a future.
I finally snapped out of it the other night. Nothing set it off, I just... I suppose sometimes you can take all of your doubts and frustrations and sadness, say "the hell do I actually need this for?" and drop it all. Temporarily, at least.
Except the next morning, I got a callback from the job that I was the most hopeful about: a position I have six years of experience in and enjoyed. I get a formal interview in the next week or two.
Talk about a positive attitude being rewarded. I know it's just one thing, but... it's employment! Financial security! That makes everything feel a lot lighter. This means I might find my own place. That I can soon start a dozen things I've needed to do but couldn't afford.
For the first time in maybe a year, I believe in my heart that I'm going to be okay.
So, even though it's been a shit year, at least it ends on the same note as the end of 2021. I'm hopeful.
Most of the year was spent caring for a screaming crazy man who doesn't like me. That's liable to sap anyone's creative energy dry I suppose, but it didn't stop me from being frustrated with myself. By the time December rolled around and other people began doing "2024 art summaries" of their work, I spiraled hard. Calling myself an "artist" felt like a joke (and still does sometimes).
I moved up to live with that crazy man mid-October. I was hoping that I could find a job as quickly as possible and escape to my own place—and my own life—again. Except no one called back, even after months of applications of resumes. Which of course means I've been in a state of constant financial panic.
I've had a lot of reasons to feel like a failure lately; started feeling like I always would be, too. Like maybe I don't have or deserve a future.
I finally snapped out of it the other night. Nothing set it off, I just... I suppose sometimes you can take all of your doubts and frustrations and sadness, say "the hell do I actually need this for?" and drop it all. Temporarily, at least.
Except the next morning, I got a callback from the job that I was the most hopeful about: a position I have six years of experience in and enjoyed. I get a formal interview in the next week or two.
Talk about a positive attitude being rewarded. I know it's just one thing, but... it's employment! Financial security! That makes everything feel a lot lighter. This means I might find my own place. That I can soon start a dozen things I've needed to do but couldn't afford.
For the first time in maybe a year, I believe in my heart that I'm going to be okay.
So, even though it's been a shit year, at least it ends on the same note as the end of 2021. I'm hopeful.