It's my secret weapon. My depression eases, things are not so insurmountable and I got onto the 5 year waiting list for my surgery.

I came to the sudden realization the other day that I'm where I want to be. Sounds strange, I know, but I'm in a fiscal position where I can write and get in my daily quota of 1000 words and work part-time (at least it is for me. Subbing versus being a full-time classroom teacher with 35hours of contact time plus 20-40 hours of prep, research, marking and meetings. Oh how they love their teacher meetings). I can even take a few days off a week if I so choose. I can make my bills. I don't have much spending money or an emergency fund (yet). But I get by. With retirement savings. So I guess I can't really complain too much about my life.

It's funny because I always thought I would have to win the lottery in order for me to be able to do that. It was my dream; I often would bemoan to my mother "if only I could win enough money, then I'd sub part-time and write". This wasn't exactly what I meant, but hey, who's arguing?
Sometimes the universe gives you what want when you least expect it.