Six weeks into it, and I’m now in the phase of the pandemic where I feel like a pampered, entitled middle-class woman who has nothing to complain about but complains anyway. Most of the things I’ve been doing are far removed from having to survive paycheck to paycheck.
I’m lucky enough to work from home for full pay. I help my kids with their school work. I make dinner for my family.
I garden and study Spanish. I jot down ideas of my goals for the future after I do yoga while listening to podcasts.It’s getting to the point where I’m embarrassed at the fortune that’s landed on my lap that allows me to stay safe at home. I feel like a princess waiting in the castle while others win the battle as she watches on, and that is not in line with my
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