Today I got the meeting we never hope we're going to have, the words we work our lives to never hear. The few little audible sounds that take the entire world from under our feet.

"We haven't got the work on, we'll have to let you go."

It's unfortunate, and you can go your entire life without hearing it, but when it happens, there's nothing to do, you recoil from it, you have your cry, your angry lash out, you work till you drop, whatever your mechanism (I did two of those, working was my life for a long time, it's hard to see it go) you can't change what has happened.

I'd be lying if I said I knew what was coming in the future for me, my life is now anything but certain. I've got a lot of difficult decisions to make, which will decide if I'm going to be broke, or surviving over the next few months, or potentially years, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared, petrified, but might as well stand up, take the punches to the belly, dust myself off and then carry on. After all, who else is going to take care of me, if not myself?