At the risk of being redundant, I’m writing about the whole job thing again, because it’s on my mind again. Well, still.
I used to be so grateful that I could work full time. And I suppose I’m still grateful that I’m able to do it, it’s just that “able to do it” is defined differently now. Before, I could work and have a life and feel good. Now, I can work or have a life and feel good. This is not a good choice to have to make. I’ve accepted that I need to work part time, and having made that decision gives me some peace of mind. The 
problem is, it’s not so easy to find a part-time job, even at 4 days a week, that pays enough. I don’t live an extravagant lifestyle. Actually, I wish I did, because then it would be easy to cut down. I spend relatively little, and I save as much as possible so that I’ll have some money for when the day comes that I can’t work at all. Still, I have to pay the rent, and buy food, and all that other stuff.
I’m willing to work. I just don’t want my work to be more effort for me than a healthy person’s full time job is for them. I figure that means I should be working about 3 partial days a week. Yeah, that’s no good. Maybe I’ll win the lottery. In the meantime, back to the job boards….
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