My Birthday Blog

It’s my birthday tomorrow. I love my birthday. It’s a great time to reflect and look ahead. Having a spring birthday when I lived in Canada was nice because everything is new and starting over and coming to life. Here, it just gets more sweaty.

Last year, I drank wine, but I hadn’t drunk for about six weeks before that. I had decided that I should give it a bit of a rest, mostly because I could no longer afford it. I treated myself last year to some nice red wine and was hung over for two days.

This past year has been pretty bleak and scary. It was always a struggle and wondering and worrying how things would work out. Thankfully and very recently, they finally did.

But I am not going to talk about my shitty year, but focus on the year ahead. Last year when I put down the wine glass, the cocktail glass, the beer glass, the champagne glass, the martini glass,  … well, you see where I’m headed.

I strapped on my old running shoes and headed out in the early morning hours to go for a walk. I see a small group go by each morning and felt inspired to do the same.

I started out just walking around the few blocks of my neighbourhood, then I added a bit of a jog to it. Not a lot, just enough to get me moving and sweating.

Then, last Easter I ventured a little farther and went towards the park I like. I thought it would be good to run the stairs there, and I did! I got all the up and didn’t even puke.

I was quite surprised to see a lot of people there, walking running and biking. The whole road was closed, and I thought it must be something for the Easter weekend.

But it’s a regular thing. Every day, from about 6am to 9 am, people use the street to exercise. There are armed police and guards and all types of people there. Young, old, fit, obese, on canes, stroke victims, I absolutely love it.

I feel like I have some community here. I see a lot of the same people all the time. Some say hello, some call me a prostitute. there is lovely Santos who talks to me and the guy I see early mornings with two enormous sacks like saddle bags on his motorbike full of fresh bread and buns to deliver to the stores and restaurants.

Here’s me just over a year ago and then me today, in the shirt. It fits a bit better and I feel a lot better. I’m not trying to get movie star thin, just tired of being circus fat.

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I’m really happy I found this new job. It’s one of those situations that just has to come to some sort of conclusion. I’m very happy about this one.

I love going out early in the morning. It’s cool and quiet. I run a good long way now. Not fast, but steady. The street and park are directly up the hill from where I live and get a perfect view of the ocean.

I stop every time I’m there to take in the view. I marvel that I am so lucky that I get to live here. I marvel at the beauty and I’m making it work and all of a sudden, everything looks brighter.

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I am looking forward to my next year, to living with my new number. The job is pretty open and I have the choice to work as much as I want and make as much money as I am able.  But I think, considering the year or so I have just come through, that my motto this year will be,

“Take what you need, leave the rest”

Happy Birthday, Baby! I love you!

 

Writing Because​ I Found Work

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You know the saying?  Write when you find work. That’s what I’m doing. Writing because I found work.

I’m ridiculously happy about it. Happy, relieved and still a little surprise, to be honest.  Like the quote says, it’s a worry. it’s been over a year of worry, fret and things got rather dark for me, as well.

I wrote about that, had to. Death just rears it’s ugly or peaceful head to add its voice to the long or short lists of solutions. But that seems to be solved, for now.

I have been working online but it had been mostly a festering sack of shit that barely pays and then some asshole doesn’t want to pay at all. That happened to me on the site I work on a few weeks ago.

Then, out of the blue, well, out of the job site Indeed, there was a reply to one of the countless resumes I send. I barely noticed as I get replies all the time. The last one I got excited about made me get references, kept sending me next phases of the employment process and then the last email I received was an introduction to the head honcho.

It was a guy, all in pink and as far as I can tell, it’s a new cult for Jesus. Hard pass. I do believe they are building the bunker.

But my job is a writing job. The topics are mostly boring and they have very specific guidelines as to what they want and it’s absolutely perfect. I can’t really commit to many online jobs because my power situation is sketchy, at best.

I won’t be vulgar enough to talk dollars but I will tell you that by writing two articles a day, I make a very easy livable wage. The first week pays my rent and all my bills. That’s Santo Domingo prices on a USA wage.

The relief is overwhelming. I’ve spent the past year, or more scrapping and worrying and freaking out. It’s a weird place to be in, to realize once something runs out, like laundry soap, you may not be able to replace it.

But I can.  I am still a bit shocked that what I wanted, actually showed up. I knew it was possible and usually had a glimmer of hope somewhere and then, presto bango, there it is.

I get paid twice a week, sweet!  I was determined to make rent last month on my own and actually did it, but not quite on time. However, it was easter so I blamed that on the slow bank to my landlady.

I’m still trying to play catch-up with the household supplies, but I’m getting there. Today I went out for groceries and treated myself to a new pair of shoes, seen here, some chai tea and cockroach spray. Oh, the glamorous life I lead.

The shoes were pretty exciting.On sale for about $12 and the smell of the rubber and the canvas was intoxicating. Plus, a new box for kitties.

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On the way home, loaded down with groceries, I walked passed a group of people milling about and they were all privy to see me get beaned on the head with a mango. High hilarity, indeed, before they all headed in to the funeral home. The security guard dashed up and grabbed the mango.

But its okay. I have a job, the cats got food, I have chia tea and new blue shoes. I got to ake some people laugh on I’m guessing, a pretty shitty day. Maybe down the road, when they think about old uncle Carlos, they will have a chuckle about the old white lady getting bonked with the mango.

Good times!