At the start of 2018 I did a writing project where I wrote a word each day on a post-it and stuck it on my wall. It was a visual journey of my year in progress and the wall became a much-loved part of my daily life. As each post-it went up, a colourful paper garden bloomed full of words that meant something to me. They either came to me out of the blue, or were inspired by events or desires I had. It was quite the year, so the words were many and varied.
Eight months ago I was made redundant—it was day 18,919 of my life and I was now redundant. Well, I didn't become redundant, but my job did. During this time, it's been a struggle to find work and I’ve only worked a total of about 13 weeks before recently landing a short-term contract.