I feel like much of the financial education advice put out there says it’s geared to everyone and how to create wealth, but I don’t find that to be the case most of the time at all. Much of it considers the family with a fair bit of income to spare, which as we know, leaves a significant portion of the population to fend for themselves.
Here’s why I say that. I don’t know about you, but every time I sit down with a financial advisor, the insouciant mention of an investment or savings plan for different things that casually involves an additional J$50,000 per month in disposable income to protect the family always throws me for a loop.
You won’t believe this, but I bought the first bottle of sunflower oil based on a tweet that said something about oil lifting boobs. I’m not gonna lie, I had barely B-Cup boobs pre-pregnancy, and during breastfeeding found myself busting out of a D-Cup. Now I am back to a barely B-Cup after breastfeeding for thirteen months. If you’re a mom, you know exactly what I’m saying. These titties are striped and stretched, okay! But I bought the wrong one, turns out the oil I was supposed to get was actually Pumpkin Seed Oil! Poor me.
By ‘I’ I mean we, as in my husband and I.
I want some of the good coffee you guys have down here.
Two years ago, I put got a copper intrauterine device (IUD) put in and almost immediately, my skin went on a rampage. Acne like I had never experienced before (That story is here). When I finally got the breakouts and waves of inflammation under control, my skin was left uneven, blotchy, dry and generally just looking awful and rough. A friend of mine who swore by the The Ordinary’ line suggested I try it and I did. I started using this toner in one full year in the daytime (I use Ole Hendrikson Glow OH Dark Spot Toner at nights) and I feel equipped to review the timer in full.
My Greatest Fear is a Life Un-lived.
Who told you you’re going to get 50, 70 or 90 years of life? If you knew you would die at 40, would you approach your life the same way? If you knew you have a disability at 30 or 40 years old, what would you do differently? You see, it’s my belief that far too many of us approach life like it is a destination rather than a journey.
One Sunday in January 2020 I spilled milk.
Let pause here for a second.
You are probably wondering what the
fuck does milk have to do with anything? (I’ve put a strike through the word ‘fuck’ just in-case it offended anyone. You don’t have to read that word. Just skip over it as you won’t be missing much. Promise ☺).
Many of us dream of things going back to the way they were before, but do we understand that whatever is there waiting for us on the other side of SARS–CoV–2 is not like it was before? A time when “The Great Pause” of a world perpetually on the move will be thing present only in memory and history books; or rather on Search Engines?
*Read this in black and white with some sad music from the past*
There was a girl, who once could not bake. She had made a few attempts at cakes, but they always end up lopsided and/or burnt.
*Dramatically lifts veil*