What a Privilege!
Recently, through a series of conversations, I’ve been noticing just how “privileged” I am. I put that in quotation marks since the concept of privilege is relative. My boss was amazed when I expressed how much I would LOVE to have a home-cooked meal every day, which is her lived experience and thinks nothing of it. I live alone and work long hours, so I cannot and do not want to come home and cook every day. My boss, on the other hand, has a domestic helper, so she comes home to a cooked meal daily. What a privilege. A friend of mine had a birthday celebration and shared her thoughts on the ebbs and flows of adulthood, expressing frustration about not yet having a car. I laughed and said, “A car is not a big deal, you have so much going for you already in your life.” I said that because she’s married and has a beautiful life, so what if she doesn’t have a car? She scoffed and pointed out that I’m only saying that now that I have a car that I’m using full-time. Eish, what a priv...