It's great. I'm in an amazing place, and I am counting my blessings every day.
I'm in the middle of getting the first bits started to launch my first new project, and then the other. It's all looking great!

But...there's a but. Of course, there has to be something to mess up all that perfection. This post will not be one of complaints. I just need to vent.
So I'm sorry if this is you on the reading end, and having to go through all the BLEH and whiney-little-me pouring my heart out.

This should be a time to concentrate on my project fully. And yes, my plans will go ahead, and as planned, I will write more about it later. I wanted to wait till it's perfect but now I feel I need to write about the imperfect things too.

But first about the messy stuff I have to deal with and no idea (yet) how...

Problems in Ireland

My friend Judith's daughter and her boyfriend moved into my house when we left.
They wanted to give moving out, and living together a go, and it would give me more time.
More time to sort out the last stuff that has been left behind, and more time to sort things for our one dog and one cat that we've left behind.

We've always planned to have the dog sent to us later but the cat was supposed to come with the others. Then it turned out to be an issue to import more than 3 animals, so I decided to leave the cat, with the dog, and fly the both of them later...

However, the costs of sending the other animals had more than doubled, and all of it last moment, so their departure had been postponed.
I always thought it would be OK, eventually.

I thought I'd have more time...
Meanwhile, another woman had moved in there with them, and she was happy to take the house, and mind the dog and cat for as long as needed.
Now she sprung the news on us yesterday that she'll be moving back home...
The rent there needs to be paid by July, something I won't have, and now I need to find a new home for the dog and cat, in no time...
Crap!

Then last March, as most of you know, I decided to quit my job and go all in on crypto, Hive & Listnerds.
We all know what happened to the crypto markets...
There was no way back. Not that I wanted to because that job was killing me. Working 3 am to 11.30 am is OK for a little while, but after months of that, it felt like I was losing my mind. It wasn't healthy.

Then the little job I had doing social media marketing got cut in half. Half the hours meant half the income.
I know, it sounds like a downwards spiral, and trust me, at times, that's exactly what it feels like. A new house too! This should be a great time. Not this.

I need to stay positive and trust that everything will be OK.
I've written to some people telling them I'm available for work.
Writing, translating, well, at this point pretty much anything.
Except for pole dancing haha. If you want your customers to run out of the place, hire me for that!

Then, to top it all off, my eldest daughter and her boyfriend (Hive account@camthecreator) sprung the news on me that they're thinking of going back to Ireland...
This 'thinking of' has become more of a sure thing now.
Yeah, I know, she's all grown up and, of course, I'd love to keep her with me forever but I know she has to live her own life.
The door will always be open, I think she knows that.
It doesn't make it easier though.

While things all seemed to come together only weeks ago, now it all seems to fall apart. And with this, I put my life, and trust (literally) in the hands of the universe, and trust that it will all work out.
I need a miracle, and a miracle will be what I'll get!

Counting my blessings every day...