I will complain about having to tighten my belt.
I’ve worked full time and very hard since I was 14 to be able to enjoy now.
When I was young I dreamt of holidays and nice things, and gradually, with long hours and much effort I was able to save and buy what I liked or go where I wanted. I watched my grandparents and parents retire at 60, and embark on adventure after adventure. Photos of them riding elephants in Thailand; standing with the captain on cruise ships; snorkelling in Egypt; taking safaris in Africa and lounging on beaches in Fiji.
I worked like crazy through school including part time jobs; went to uni paid for entirely by myself; worked my way up the ladder and finally started to be able to spend a few grand a year on the things that meant a lot to me. This lasted just a few years before Covid hit.
I’m not starving or living in poverty and I’m certainly not trying to imply others don’t work as hard as I do, but I feel robbed. Cheated of the life I’ve been working towards.
I didn’t want to work hard just to pay my humongous mortgage, bills and put food on the table. I wanted to work hard to travel and experience. To live life to the fullest and have adventures. So, I’m totally pissed off that my disposable income is quickly going in the complete opposite direction and it infuriates me that I don’t believe in the global issues that have put us in this position.
I loathe this government; but I equally loathe the alternative. I have now and again wondered if there is any point anymore.
So, whilst I’m not on the breadline, my well-being has suffered, whether others believe that’s justified or not.