Yesterday I came to the studio because we're filming a new podcast. My girls saw me... and immediately told me to go home!
This is the condition I am in right now.
I counted that I have 5 jobs on me:
* studio rent (all 4 of them with Gotika being the most ambitious one),
* photography (trying so hard to stop this one, but I need money so I can't say no to clients when they come),
* SWRL (s-x workers rights NGO),
* a Gothic festival that I organize for this September (my idea)
* this new podcast that I help to create (not my idea)
+ poi dancing practice, a greenhouse, this page and b'A that I don't have enough energy to keep alive...
What was I thinking... how did I get here?...
This is the condition I am in right now.
I counted that I have 5 jobs on me:
* studio rent (all 4 of them with Gotika being the most ambitious one),
* photography (trying so hard to stop this one, but I need money so I can't say no to clients when they come),
* SWRL (s-x workers rights NGO),
* a Gothic festival that I organize for this September (my idea)
* this new podcast that I help to create (not my idea)
+ poi dancing practice, a greenhouse, this page and b'A that I don't have enough energy to keep alive...
What was I thinking... how did I get here?...