Privilege is what we take for granted.

The power coming back on.

Feeling better after a nap, a snack, a cup of tea, putting on another jersey. My body aches being because I went for a hard run; being able to stretch and walk it off.

Having an assortment of comfort objects not to have to keep track of. “It’s time to buy some more… a new…”

My husband. My husband being OK. Knowing if there were an accident we’d probably be able to pay for it.

Looking outwards together. Being able to pass the time looking at the same things together. Being able to kill time together. Being able to ignore each other. Companionship.

Knowing my thoughts will be reflected in yours. Having the same pathways, the same lines of association, arriving at the same “Remember that time when…?”.

Allowing an invisible container for the other. Almost forgetting each other because we know the other is there.

Not having to look at things hidden in plain sight.

Another breath.

The sky safety net. The backdrop of air which, if you stopped to think about it, you’d maybe realise we are all falling through.

Tomorrow.

Not fearing for my life. Knowing that it’s just me being neurotic. Knowing it’s playing out on a screen.

Finding the right words for things when I write. Things in my head staying in my head, or being expressible if I want to express them. Knowing I can probably find things or figure things out.

Seeing pictures of people who look like me. Hearing people who sound like me. Being able to expect to understand and be understood. Worrying about being judged only for the things I choose to put out there.

Seeing how connectedness has come to the forefront now that we’re physically distant. Being able to reflect from outside on how easy it is to fake a team, but also how much we need one. Being able to be outside. Realising the little things that make a difference, that send messages. Appreciating that it’s quiet enough for me to be able to read the messages, or choose not to.

Being willing to admit how sensitive I may be towards feelings of acceptance or not belonging. Seeing the massive, invisible default of acceptedness and belonging that’s already there for me. Hidden in plain sight.

Privilege is what we take for granted. Privilege is taking things for granted.