My manifesto

I reached a limit. I have officially enough of feeling guilty in anything what I do. It's not my fault I am not working and I have truly enough of being judged through the fact of being unemployed. I have three months left in Rome and do not enjoy it since I have ALWAYS an interior voice saying: you do not deserve anything. So I cook, clean, shop, wash and keep myself occupied with anything which cannot be described as an entertainment. 
ENOUGH. Simple math: I am 35 and will retired at 65 so I theoretically have lots of time ahead to earn, career and all this mess that comes with a package called WORK. If you want to judge me from your WORKING status, do it and enjoy it. For yourself. Being without a job and own salary is not easy, is not fun, is self-devaluating. If you haven't experienced it, lucky you. I will soon rejoin the working class and on the contrary will have all my compassion towards non-working mums (and fathers). And for now I will repeat it to myself every day I still have in Rome to spend: I live my life the way I do. PUNTO.

Going out to the museum now and read my newspapers in the Sun. Just because.