Thrivecession
I’m living in a thrivecession. I’m not thriving, I’m barely surviving. If you ask me if I’m ok, I’ll say yes. But I’m not sure that for any good length of time of my life I could say I was thriving. This is especially true for my economical life. Never have I made more than $16.90 as a wage. I made more on the minimum unemployment during the pandemic than I have ever made from a job. I’ve worked as an engineer before full time and haven’t made more than $15/hr. I can’t help feeling that my parents didn’t feel this way at my age. I can’t help feeling that I’m not the only one to feel this way. This economic period of low wages and high expectations has left me treading water at best.














