The dull job you’re working to pay rent may feel like another trap, but could there be another way to see it?
I started a creative writing degree, but I’m miserable working a dull job to pay rent, loathe my flatmates and finally ended a toxic situationship.
Taking yourself seriously means showing up fully, not just for your dreams, but for your daily life, even when it feels monotonous or ordinary.
Since I was four, I’ve had little joie de vivre, thanks to a stew of mental health issues, a difficult home life and a recent discovery that I’m on the autistic spectrum.
I’ve had a string of odd jobs, television (ended in legal dispute), the Royal Albert Hall (unrequited crush) and living in a caravan in Scotland, where my job was to play chess with an elderly gentleman.
