#aspirations

Just right now, I was thinking to myself: I’m manifesting a job as a flight attendant!✈️ But then I’m realising that a proper company would require me to submit loads of paper and all that. Would they need proof of my bachelor’s degree? But I left all those oh-so-important papers in Bali eight years ago lmao

Thinking about paperwork + the reality of not having any connections in that industry make it all feel so daunting. But I’m actually seriously thinking it. Therefore, I’m listening to subs specifically for getting a job as a cabin crew👩🏻‍✈️ With some others along the lines of ‘manifesting the impossible’ lmao

I’m bored. I’m so fucking bored. December I was actually working on a couple of things, peeps, that I had hoped would usher in my new stability🎄 First, there was a small project for Christmas that I had hoped would really expand into my first ever small business adventure🍵 Second, in the midst of studying (for starting and maintaining a new business) I was also applying for a teacher position at a local Japanese language centre🎌

Sigh… none of that panned out into anything at all. So, perhaps now you can understand a bit more the kind of heartbreak I’m still needing to recover from. To my own surprise I had quite high hopes in those endeavours, mainly because I really wanted the financial stability💴 My logical mind was expecting that a sense of security would finally allow me to come back to the blog really strong + enable me to produce the best quality writing whether PACs or short stories📚

Well… Still reorientating myself, peeps. Every day I’m shuffling between getting a waitress job again and starting a YouTube channel lmao Ultimately, what I want is just some semblance of a stable financial security so that I can write and write and write and wriiiiittteeeeee! Just! Please! This idiot life sigh… I should get myself an old iPad mini to jet start my short stories📱

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It was the final day of September, and a dark and dismal day it was in the wild west Highlands of Scotland: the Scotch mist was down, smothering the landscape with that dense, grey, dripping blanket which simultaneously drenches everything it touches and blocks out the light from the faraway sun, and the wind was cold and mean, blowing the rain sharply into the faces of all who were foolish or brave enough to venture out in it.

But Algy was neither fool nor hero, and he had sense enough to stay tucked up in a warm, sheltered spot on such a day, dreaming of new adventures and brighter times in the sunshine among the flowers. And as he dreamed, Algy began to reflect:

Far away there in the sunshine are My highest aspirations. I cannot reach them, But I can look up And see their beauty, Believe in them, and Try to follow where they lead.