The house is a mess. The kids have been watching too much TV. I’ve been eating too much Christmas chocolate. The effects of Christmas (a.k.a. gift wrap, decorations, gifts, extra food) are strewn around the house like land bound flotsam and jetsam.
I’m feeling argumentative and frustrated and out of sorts. I’m feeling stressed because it’s the holidays and I want to be feeling as relaxed as a Calgon commercial.
I’m trying to remember that these are problem of privilege…… things that seem problematic to me but are based on a whole lotta privilege and choice.
What I’m not worrying about is where to find a safe, dry place to rest my head tonight.
Or how I’ll feed my kids.
Or if I can afford medicine should they fall sick.
Or how to ward off the cold or rain or heat or bugs or malaria carrying mosquitoes.
I’m trying to put my problems in perspective.
Perspective is such a tricky beast.