AI has me playing safe. Holding on to the vestiges of my support work roles – for money.

Maybe I didn’t mention that I still have one job that still keeps me nearly above water. And yet AI is still not having a bar of it.

I suppose it is my responsibility to be careful. No one is going to be here for me if and when I fall through the cracks completely.

I dream of festive happiness, but this year at least, I have been standing outside of it.

It feels like a warning.

Or if not a warning, an opportunity to change things up in my life. Dramatically. I can’t help thinking that losing all these jobs might be happening for a reason.

Either that, or I am just in a space that I hate – which doesn’t feel like home.