Why I’m feeling lucky.
It might not feel like a time for optimism and, by nature, I’m not a glass half full person, anyway. But today I’m counting my blessings. And there are many. Here are a few (not necessarily in order of importance):
I’m in full-time employment, in a job that’s not at risk.
I’m not on the frontline, I’m not a key worker. But I have a job that’s important and helps me feel that I am ‘doing something’.
I’m on a decent salary. And a lifetime of being miserly/careful with money means that I have some savings. So, I’m cushioned (a bit) against any adverse economic impact.
I’ve done a fair bit of working from home over the last few years. I know my way around a Trello board and a Slack channel. And, I have no data to back this up, but I do think I’m more productive in my jammies.
My home is a safe space, that I’m not in any danger of losing.
I don’t have kids to keep occupied. I do have a partner and a cat. Their constant demands to be fed are a small price to pay for their company and entertainment ;-)
I have OK broadband (it’s not super fast, but it creaks along).
Yes, I like(d) working in coffee shops. But, I’ve got a fancy coffee making machine that does an OK latte.
I like being at home. It’s nothing fancy, but I love my house. And it’s full of things I like (including aforementioned partner, cat, broadband and fancy coffee machine. But also books, many many books, music, multiple electronic entertainment devices, comfy chairs…)
I have a garden. Opportunities for fresh air, exercise and communing with nature abound.
We’re OK for pasta and toilet roll. Yes, last week’s fortnightly shopping delivery was only about a third of what I’d ordered and now I can’t get another delivery slot at all. The nearest supermarket is several miles away and we don’t have a car. But I was brought up to believe that you keep your cupboards well stocked at all times ‘just in case’, so we’ve not run out of anything yet. Our wee shoppie at the bottom of the road is doing a grand job of keeping up stocks of bread, milk, etc. And I get fortnightly veg deliveries from a local farm.
My clubbing days are long (long, long) gone.
My best mates have been friends for more than 30 years. We’re spread across the country and used to only seeing each other a few times a year and messaging in between.
I have family members who are in vulnerable groups. They don’t live close by, so I’m used to not seeing them regularly. But I know they’re being looked out for.
So, I’m lucky. Adapting to the new normal hasn’t been too hard (so far). But not everyone is so lucky, so maybe we need to give folk who are still adjusting a bit of time…