They don’t call this the ‘age of entitlement’ for nothing……
It’s 7am. I’ve been awake since 6.37 – I actually slept in after slamming my alarm down when it started singing at 5.10. I was going to get up early and get on with work but my body quickly vetoed that and I didn’t dwell on or analyse my decision.
So I’ve only been up for twenty three minutes.
During that time I have ‘had words’ with myself on three occasions.
- I opened the door where the dogs sleep, let them out then couldn’t lock the bloody door again. I bemoaned the ‘typical me’ behaviour on display. Can do something perfectly one minute then struggle as if it is some mensa puzzle the next. What’s with that Amanda?
- On taking the kettle off the boil I set fire to the tea towel that I was using to shield myself from the hot handle. But there was no time to lament that because….
- I then realised I’d boiled a practically empty kettle. On comes the inner dialogue of ‘what a waste of gas, gas is a fossil fuel, that’s wasteful to the environment’ and so on.
And then I snapped out of all of that with a big ‘aha’ moment and came here to write about it.
The language that cheerleads todays woman onward and upward is powerful, direct, forthright and totally unapologetic. It screams ‘I’m me, I’m here and you should get used to it and get over it’: