I Am a Work In Progress
Nobody warns you that the more you progress on improving yourself and life, the more friends you may lose along the way, and haters pop out of the woodwork. 😞
8 years ago I was alone after partner suddenly developed schizophrenia, living in a van, disabled, and pregnant with nothing to my name, so when I saved up enough for a deposit on a studio I made a ‘game plan’ doodle. Flash forward to now, everything has changed. I have changed. A few months in I was able to move onto a bigger studio, then a 2 bedroom apartment that has been a good stepping stone. It’s cozy, filled with art, books, music, laughter, and good food.
I’m raising a bright, perceptive, kind, funny little human who wants to be a scientist, just started piano lessons, and is doing well in school.
I’m finishing up my BA, looking at grad schools, holding an art therapy group with a homeless rehousing program, researching first-time home buyer options for 3 years from now, have a small, emergency fund, and just bought a few stocks to get that ball rolling.
It’s been a long, arduous road. All my hard work is finally paying off, but there’s no one to talk to, not really. I have a few close friends who are good people, but I still can’t fully share my goals, if things are going particularly well, or I’m super depressed from the stress of tightrope walking, because it makes them insecure and defensive about their own circumstances/ choices, OR they’re counter culture views (keep in mind, I’m an eclectic person, and I appreciate their various views on life) clash with my aspirations or at least, course of action, so they care for me and appreciate who I am, but aren’t exactly supportive of my goals, and definitely don’t relate.
Sigh..I’ve made so much progress, especially over the last 3 years, but it’s lonely.
8 years ago I was alone after partner suddenly developed schizophrenia, living in a van, disabled, and pregnant with nothing to my name, so when I saved up enough for a deposit on a studio I made a ‘game plan’ doodle. Flash forward to now, everything has changed. I have changed. A few months in I was able to move onto a bigger studio, then a 2 bedroom apartment that has been a good stepping stone. It’s cozy, filled with art, books, music, laughter, and good food.
I’m raising a bright, perceptive, kind, funny little human who wants to be a scientist, just started piano lessons, and is doing well in school.
I’m finishing up my BA, looking at grad schools, holding an art therapy group with a homeless rehousing program, researching first-time home buyer options for 3 years from now, have a small, emergency fund, and just bought a few stocks to get that ball rolling.
It’s been a long, arduous road. All my hard work is finally paying off, but there’s no one to talk to, not really. I have a few close friends who are good people, but I still can’t fully share my goals, if things are going particularly well, or I’m super depressed from the stress of tightrope walking, because it makes them insecure and defensive about their own circumstances/ choices, OR they’re counter culture views (keep in mind, I’m an eclectic person, and I appreciate their various views on life) clash with my aspirations or at least, course of action, so they care for me and appreciate who I am, but aren’t exactly supportive of my goals, and definitely don’t relate.
Sigh..I’ve made so much progress, especially over the last 3 years, but it’s lonely.
