Two years ago today, I was working hard. I had a thriving business as a freelancer (which I had been doing for 27 years) and pre-Christmas was my busiest time (entertainment industry) rushing to get everything done, knowing I could put my feet up in the New Year for a month or so, before work picked up again.
I had plenty of money coming in, no need to scrimp or scrape and happily cruising along.
Fast forward two years and I have one job in and I feel lucky to have that given how dire things have been since Covid hit. It will at least give me a little money in the New Year.
My business is fucked, I'm financially fucked (particularly now the SEISS grants have ended, which is basically what kept me going through lockdown) and I feel like the work of 27 years has been wiped out.
I know my business will never recover as people have found other ways and means during Covid and I now find myself somewhat defunct.
So quite late in life I'm having to try and think of other ways to earn a living, and after 27 years of self-employment, 'getting a job' is not a viable prospect.
This Christmas will be a frugal affair and after that who knows.