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poor and happy

That's what I'd rather be.


Poor and happy!!!


I remember working part time - 7:00am - 1:00pm every week, trotting off into the sunshine and having time to do house chores, meet with people I love for lunch, CLEAN THE HOUSE, do laundry...and most importantly - CHILL OUT.


But I was 'poor'. I couldn't afford anything. I couldn't pay my way towards bills or the rent and I felt awful knowing Alun was shouldering it all on his own. Because I didn't earn much, my responsibilities were a lot less - but then so were my possibilities.


Fast forward to today, when the phone is ringing, guests are milling about in the reception area, 2 air-con men are asking me something the same time as 2 repair-men, a courier is shoving a parcel in my face and out of the corner of my eye, I can see my work inbox getting more and more full.


Is this worth $1000 a week, JD?


Because it's a lot of money...but I'm so burnt out and miserable. I have NO time for Alun, NO TIME for friends. NO TIME FOR CHILLING.


I haven't spoken to my best friend Christabel since last year - can you believe that???


ARGHHHHH.


So I can afford to pay my half of all the bills and mortgage. When I'm too tired to cook, I can order an expensive meal and pay the delivery for someone to bring it to my front door. I don't need sleeping tablets any more because I have NO TROUBLE falling asleep at night. I'm just so tired by the time the sun starts setting that it's hard to stay awake past 7:30pm these days.

What is my life?

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