What a Waste of Me
This could just be me, but potentially it is a lot of people, but we just aren’t allowed to say it.
I have skills. abilities and passion, and they are under-utilised.
Back when I had a wife, 3 kids and 2 dogs and a dream home, my purpose in life was understood. Work, provide, love.
Now as a middle-aged single person, I am questioning why I exist. Every second weekend aside…
I have work skills that are un-appreciated and worthy of being unleashed.
I have romantic love to give and nobody to consistently give love to.
I have brilliant ideas – business, music, writing – that don’t get heard because I literally don’t have an ego.
This is not a suicide note. I am blessed with being pragmatic and the biggest optimist you will ever come across.
But I know that other people will be feeling the same thing, and not feeling optimistic.
I know there are people who feel that, despite their unique skills, abilities and persona, they are not being utilised. And that has me in tears.
I have a pretend political party as a space to put progressive ideas. Today I have a bold new idea. Forget Universal Income, I will advocate for Universal Counselling.
Free counselling for everyone. Free psychotherapy sessions. Free chats with a stranger about what pisses you off, and thoughts from a stranger on how to switch things up.