I'm on a train heading home from work. I'm covered in dirt, sweat, and paper bark scraps...and realised I hadn't made an entry in here about what I do to pay the bills. It's a tricky job to explain, but the simple version is that I run a youth centre. Most of that time is spent taking kids mountain biking for what is called adventure therapy (lame name I know. I didn't invent it) and repairing bikes. I also do art therapy, meal preparation, homework club, mediation, advocacy...etc.
Well I did until today. Funding for this sort of thing is a tricky thing, and my 8 year (most of that as a volunteer) run of luck has ran out. Our closing down party was fun. A trip to the pump track we built in a swamp (paper bark scraps are from tree parachuting), chicken burgers, and a big pink cake! With unicorns on it.
Now I am a barista again. A good one at least. Well I hope...