It’s halfway through my week off and I think I’m getting sick. I’m tempted to bemoan my terrible luck. However, whenever I catch myself trying to pretend I’m in any way getting a raw deal, I like to remind myself of something.
I’m one of the luckiest people in the world.
For starters I’m white, male, straight and able-bodied. This level of privilege already gives me a head start, and it would be churlish on that basis alone to suggest that I’m particularly cursed with misfortune. I’m also healthy, relatively comfortable financially, have a decent enough brain in my skull, and don’t live in the middle of a war zone. Just to add insult to injury, I have a job that I enjoy, have a handful of exceedingly awesome friends, and have two Kinderbesten who are healthy, smart and generally decent miniature human beings.
So, yeah, let’s all curse my rotten luck shall we 😉