As I sit here watching my youngest (9 year old daughter) in physical therapy for her knee I realize how lucky I am.
I am a 41 year old (stubborn ass) woman who has worked hard since I was 15, moved out at 18 and never looked back.
I have 2 children 12 & 9. I was lucky enough to be deemed essential through this pandemic which really means my $18 hour job is needed enough for me to come in during a lockdown but not necessary enough to pay me at least 40k a year.
With that said, I AM STILL lucky. I have a job which I enjoy in medical billing and I have insurance which pays for this therapy my daughter needs (after deductible and with a copay each time, of course) I’m lucky to have a job, the insurance and all the middle class perks. But that’s just it. Middle class is barley getting me by. I’m struggling day by day and providing things for my family is becoming harder and harder. I work 2 other jobs on the side in direct sales and those sales have tanked in the last few months.
I’ll go back to the part where I’m stubborn and never ask for help. To do something like this was never on my radar. I truly believe there is good in this world and when you put it out there you eventually get it back.
I’m hoping in my 41 years I’ve put enough good in the world for good to come back at me and help me pay my house bills this month.
My favorite quote: “I’m not all holy water and I’m not all Jim Beam- I’m somewhere in between.”