I’m sorry I have not blogged more this month, followers and friends. Frankly, I began this month with a rebel, “hiatus time!” attitude after posting daily in November.
Today I am taking time to post something I otherwise would not post if I did not have my blogger anonymity. I’m poor.
And I’m not talking “I cannot buy a Starbucks latte” poor but poverty poor, as in “I get assistance from Salvation Army to buy used clothes” poor.
It’s a lifestyle choice in that I put my addiction and mental health recovery first, follow the advice of my team of professionals, live in adult foster care, and therefore am limited by the county in terms of the amount of pay I can keep from my job.
So I sucked up my pride and am going to the Salvation Army’s “Toy and Joy” program to get presents for my 15 year-old. The rest of my family’s presents I bought at Salvation Army with my clothing card.
I’m really nervous. I have no idea what to expect when I go shop today at “Toy and Joy”. I just want to thank my readers who give to Salvation Army, drop off toys, adopt a family or in some way give to those who otherwise would go without this holiday season.
Like addiction, there is not a cookie cutter mold for a person in poverty. I have a M.A., used to work 60 or more hours a week, come from an educated family, and am highly intelligent (and good looking). And I am poor.