Own my home outright. No mortgage or bloodsucking landlord. This shouldn’t be miraculous it should just be the case that people have housing security, but 99.9% never do, and now I’m one of those lucky people. I inherited it. it is pure luck that I am safe and nothing more, nothing of my own effort or my studies or my labour. Anything played out differently and i’d be back to being in permanent unstable housing. Aka this is not a situation I could have ever got for myself.
But now what do I do with myself when the main driver is gone. I realise that my anti work mindset as an abstract that I cheer on for other people is so much harder for me to apply to myself, and I don’t know what to do about it from here. How do you actually learn to let yourself breathe when you aren’t suffocating for the first time.