When life is hard work: the problem with 'economic inactivity'

I haven’t written much in a while because life became hard work. Not in any significant way to ‘write home about’ but enough to make it hard to find the energy and time for writing. One positive thing that’s been consuming my energy is trying to build a housing co-op, the existence of which should make it easier for everyone that’s housed there to have the space and capacity to truly live. With our commitment to making the monthly rent as closely aligned to Local Housing Allowance as possible, and the substantial reduction in mental load that sharing responsibilities for cooking, cleaning and caring would create, I’m excited to see what living actually looks like for those involved and what choices we each make when we aren’t so alone in sustaining that life. 

Already there have been mentions of running different community spaces - from a community laundrette to a community garden to a community printing press! As a relationship anarchist I’ve been getting excited about having more people involved in my childrens’ and partners’ lives, as well as space to invest more care in the relationships outside of the housing co-op too. It being a predominantly queer space gets me excited about working together to campaign around lgbt+ rights, especially in the face of growing hate towards the trans community. And having experienced the toll that autistic meltdowns or mental health issues can take, as well as the way that physical ailments can knock you sideways unexpectedly, working collectively to cushion those kinds of reverberations for multiple people feels like a very productive use of time. 

Interestingly though, if any of us actually claimed benefits such as the housing allowance in order to pay for our rent we’d likely be classed as ‘economically inactive’ by the state. Which is kind of funny given the word ‘economy’ derives from the greek word meaning “household management”, and we’d be building a more sustainable and resilient household than most people will have the opportunity to experience in their lifetime. 

As part of my work at Collaborative Future I spent quite some time thinking about how to make work more accessible and equitable. Armed with the belief that everyone had something to contribute to the workplace, and deserved an opportunity to do work they loved, I have worked tirelessly with organisations to make them more flexible, open and less biassed and oppressive. The programmes we ran focussed on people who were unemployed and underemployed, and while it was much better than employment support that comes from a deficit based view of unemployed people, I’m beginning to wonder why I fight so hard to get employers to change their practices and beliefs when the real problem is society’s relationship with labour, and who should be expected to those forms of labour. 

The reality is that if you have a chronic condition that can flare up at any time there is no amount of flexibility from an employer or understanding from your team that is going to enable you to do your work in the ways that you want or need to (and don’t forget the grief processing time needed when you are reminded daily that your wants and needs aren’t the same thing). If you have to face microaggressions in most environments whether it’s going to the gym, visiting the GP or travelling on the bus, you’re going to be on edge in your work regardless of how much work your teammates do to dismantle their white supremacy or transmisogyny. If you are raising kids in an abusive relationship, no amount of money or education is going to get you out of that situation, it takes love and care from a community that you likely don’t have. 

For some of us, living is hard work in itself and we still fail to recognise that as a society. Partly because it requires us to entirely dismantle our capitalistic systems of labour, which those in power profit from and all of us depend upon regardless of how active or inactive we are within it. While I’ve got endless advice and guidance for organisations wishing to be a better employer, I haven’t yet got a big bright vision for a society where no-one is considered ‘economically inactive’ and where our economic freedom isn’t tied to our capacity to ‘earn a living’. Sure I’ve spent a lot of time in discussions about Universal Basic Income, but I fear the generic nature of it and our hangups about treating everyone ‘equally’ (without treating them equitably) will hold back the possibilities of it.  So here’s five things I’m trying to embed within my own life to help me decouple my economy and activity from our Economy. 

1. Rest (and pleasure) is resistance

“Bodies are not machines… rest, sleep, daydreaming and slowing down can help us all wake up to the truth of ourselves” - Rest is Resistance, Tricia Hershey (Founder of Nap Ministry)

After a decade of presuming that success was tied to how fast and how much I worked, only to repeatedly find myself simultaneously scrambling out and slipping back in to debt, I finally burnt out and faced a somewhat suicidal and occasionally psychotic state of affairs. Luckily I met a partner at this point in time who wasn't phased by my mental health challenges, and who showed me that one of the ways to overcome my demons was to allow myself to be consumed by lust and pleasure and post-sex naps. I remember how healing it was the times we sacked off work for an afternoon in bed, proudly declaring that the answer to all of the world's ills was more orgasms.

What I experienced for the first time was many things: being deeply loved, being in control of my body, feeling present, and enjoying extended space to rest my body and mind. As an occasional insomniac this same partner is also sleep obsessed, and spent a lot of time discussing the effects of my interrupted sleep from having small children. I would never have accessed this kind of support and knowledge from the healthcare system if I'd approached them for support with my mental health. 

And part of that is because if the answer to much of our problems is simply rest, how does capitalism continue to function? 

2. Knowing what is earned and what is a gift

It is a gift that I can choose to rest. And I also earn that rest. It is a gift because you exchange one or two details of my life and I might be in wildly different circumstances right now. It is a gift because it relies upon the people around me doing work on themselves to not be resentful of me resting when they can’t. But it is also earned, not because I work hard to “earn a living”, but because I work hard on thinking about how I want to and should exist in the world when so much of the world is set up to stop me from having to work on that. I could’ve made the choice to remain on a high london salary back in 2019 when I got pregnant with my second child - and that would’ve been the easiest choice to make in our society right now because I’d have something to prove my worth, and because I’d have no fear about where my income was coming from. I could’ve made the choice to stay in a marriage that wasn’t right for me and I would be told that I’d ‘worked hard’ at that relationship, but in many ways it’s been harder work to leave and exist outside of that normative structure. But it’s also a gift that I could make that choice, because it is impossible for many people to have agency over their own lives for reasons beyond their control. 

Being able to unpack for myself what has been gifted to me and what I have earned has enabled me to be more humble about where I am at and what I expect of others. And reminds me to make use of the power I have in the moments I have it, because that power can disappear just as rapidly as it appeared.

3. Community is strength

Since having kids I’ve heard far too many people talking about how they have no-one to help them with childcare, and as a result it feels like the next generation is being raised on fumes! Some of this is a Political issue - we don’t invest in affordable childcare within this country. Some of it is cost of living issue - many people have had to move away from family in order to afford rent or mortgage. But some of it is an issue of what we value and invest in as individuals. The support network for my kids grew exponentially when I chose expansive forms of love. Living an openly polyamorous life has meant I now have two partners and an ex who I co-parent with. As a result there’s more than two adults involved in daily life with the kids, and I get the love and care that keeps me steady as a main carer. But as a relationship anarchist, my ability to build intimate connections with many people regardless of levels of commitments also means that I have more friends and chosen family than I used to that want to show care for me and my family regardless of their ‘status’ within my life. 

But it hasn’t just been polyamory that enables me to create a stable support system. Running community events, hosting regular gatherings for friends, buying locally, supporting people with their ideas, being authentically me with those I work with and talking about my life openly has all led to an increase in the deep profound connections that shape my world. And as a result I no longer fear being ‘alone’ with most of the common questions we all face - “how do I do everything I need to do” and “how do I respond when shit hits the fan.

4. Rallying around those most affected / those best positioned to respond in crisis

With the genocide in Gaza it’s been hard to know as someone so removed how best to show solidarity. When we ate a palestinian restaurant we decided to leave a big tip because many of the staff would be sending money back home right now. This aprroach to solidarity feels more meaningful than a random donation on a charity website or angry letters to MPs who might then raise concerns in parliament just to be overridden by others. And it got me thinking about how as a society we rarely think about supporting those who are closest to those affected by a crisis. 

Some of us (me) have a saviour complex, which isn’t always helpful. When our local community farm flooded I felt great that I had the existing relationship with them to be able to jump right in and start clearing the debris, but if I’d rocked up to volunteer without being part of the farm before that point I would likely have just caused extra work for the team. So if I wasn’t affected by flooding, and I didn’t have any direct relationship with those who were, perhaps the most important thing I can do is pay attention to those who are able to offer direct support and fund them to take time off work to be able to respond / look after their kids /  fill their cup when they are exhausted and worn down. 

On the flipside some people believe that other people’s problems have nothing to do with them (unless of course it’s a pandemic and everyone is scared shitless that they could be next). If we were to build our society based on the knowledge that everyone is ’not yet disabled’, ‘not yet homeless’, and only one fascist leader away from violent forms of oppression - would we do more to care for those who are already subject to these things?

5. Working in a life-affirming way

When life is hard work, many people have to settle with soul-destroying forms of labour. Things that sap us further of any point of existence. But it feels like the opposite should be true. When life is hard, any labour we engage in needs to feel life-affirming. 

When I set up Collaborative Future I was tired of unnecessary bullshit. While it was partly created out of necessity, as the only form of employment I could access, it was also created out of a fierce desire for young people to be able to access their fullness as human beings, not solely as cogs in a machine, and in turn it allowed me to access my truth too. The mutual care we had throughout all of our work, and the decisions to always breathe more life into each other was profoundly important. Honestly one of my favourite moments during Collaborative Future was encouraging my co-founder to sack off work to go on a date - they fell madly in love and are living a beautiful life with that partner now. I'm not sure how to share things like this as career achievements but they mean more than anything you’ll see on my Linkedin profile.

For the past few years I’ve been doing what felt like a bit of a random mush of stuff, and it’s sometimes hard to know how to explain myself. I work with a bunch of health economists and health funders to be more thoughtful about how they address health inequalities. I organise workshops and gatherings about food, relationships, creativity etc. I facilitate team away days. I write about energy genitals. I facilitate community researchers to share practices with one another. I go to sex parties and dream of running my own. I interview people for reports about power dynamics. I write about autism. I raise two kids, and want to help more people raise theirs. I design more human HR policies. I train people to be better at holding space. I DJ when I can. I dream about being a boxing coach one day. Sometimes I pick and pack vegetables for veg boxes. I study to become a death doula. I run playfighting events. And there’s so many more spaces I want to venture into and feel the mutual expansion of myself and others as we explore possibilities.

When I listened to “Embodied Entanglements” episode on For the Wild where they talked about funghi, and “behaving in a way that likes life” I realised that’s the common thread through everything I do.  Because when life is hard enough work as it is, we don’t need to work in ways that make it harder.

Finding deep pleasure in food could transform our society

Realising the depth of the pleasure, eroticism and sensuality that can exist within most of your daily life has helped me develop a better relationship with myself, other people and the world around me.

Sex is no longer about instant gratification, and neither is food. Food has always bought me joy in some form, but these days it is something radically different to what it was when I was younger. In the same way I've spoken before about there being sex, and then sex, there’s food and then there’s food.

From money to energy

When I was a child my mum, due her experiences of poverty, devised a game to help us be thrifty with our food. We'd each be given a pound and told to find the equivalent of a whole meal in the supermarket for the cost - tinned beans, cheap bread and Tesco value jam tarts were always my top pics because I LOVED beans on toast.

This was both an empowering and joyful way to help us navigate rising food prices as we got older. And by the time I was living in London on minimum wage it meant I could whip up a good meal out of basically nothing. 

My favourite healthy comfort food sourced from Pingle Farm and Tofurei - tofu, brocolli, greens, soy, ginger & garlic

But it also meant for quite some time my relationship with food was about the cheapest way of gaining some form of nutrition. And while I knew a healthy diet consisted of the basics of 5 fruit and veg, and some protein and carbs, I spent my early adult life feeling exhausted within my body. 

Over the past few years understanding my autism, gender dysphoria and exploring my sexuality has meant paying close attention to my body. And in turn that has meant paying attention to what I put into it. It unearthed for me the shattering effect gluten was having on me, and how I lacked energising minerals like iron and magnesium. Removing the former from my diet the last 6 months has in turn made me pay closer attention to the world around me. Thoughtfully seeking meals that are truly nourishing for my body energises me in a way that watching my bank balance didn't. 

That said I'm lucky to be at a point in my life where changing my mindset in this way is accessible to me. Our food system is not set up to provide affordable nourishing healthy food - I'd go as far to say our capitalist system purposefully makes low energy food as cheap as chips because it keeps workers compliant. 

Cultivating appreciation and participation


When I started cooking dinners for my family as a teenager it was transformational for me in two senses. One is that I started to pay more attention to what we were all eating and would flex my skills to respond to different people’s needs such as when my mum was dieting etc. And the second is that as an autistic person it was my way of saying “I’m here, I love you, but please leave me in peace” when we were gathering.

Me dishing up dinner for friends at a recent &Breathe gathering

This has continued into my adult life and for me it is an absolute joy to contribute to a group in this way. Cooking from scratch is a mindful activity that helps me focus my often scattered and overwhelmed brain. My brain appreciates every food item I touch (it’s one of the many reasons why I’m vegetarian because when my brain would focus in that much detail on a chicken thigh it used to make me want to vomit), and I really enjoy learning about different people’s dietary requirements and showing I care by adapting around their needs. All too often people are made to feel that they are an inconvenience when they need or want something different to others, but for me there is joy and pleasure in understanding the uniqueness of our relationship with food.

I really felt acknowledged for my connection with food and how I approach cooking when at an &Breathe gathering my friend Alvin said “I like eating your food, I can tell it’s cooked with love”. It might sound cheesy but love really is the key ingredient to ensuring our bodies stay healthy. If someone loves you, and loves the earth for the produce it generates, they cook in a way that centres that rather than for the destructive capitalist values of speedy consumption.

I think more people learning to appreciate and participate within the food system would radically improve our lives in a myriad of ways. A simple walk with my kids the other day to collect hazelnuts meant they got hours of exercise, they learnt more about each other and the land they live on, and because they had the joyful task of cracking them open its the first time either of them have enjoyed consuming nuts - an amazing source of fats, fiber, magnesium and vitamin E.

My kids picking beans at Pingle Farm

Straight from the earth

I've always been fascinated by where my food comes from but for a period of time I had to entirely forget that in order to survive living in London. I was living in a bubble whereby I'd have multiple coffees a day - probably one from Ethiopia and another from Costa Rica - followed by fruit and veg grown in Spain, Peru and Beyond. 

When I moved out of London and started to feel the weight of the climate crisis I made stressful attempts to try find food with the least air mileage in the supermarket, until one of my partners pointed out those supermarkets are still going to be importing those goods whether I buy them or not so I gave up my tiny little rebellion because it was mentally exhausting me. 

That was until I came to Wirksworth and discovered a small independent veg farm, Pingle Farm, who offer veg boxes for £15! Aside from tofu, carbs and snacks this basically makes up the bulk of our shopping. I was spending double this in supermarkets on fruit and veg, for items out of season, with less nutrition and flown thousands of miles.

When I visited Pingle the other day to volunteer and find out more about their journey as me and my partners would like to one day live communally and grow our own food, I literally sobbed as left. Seeing this beautiful space where you could feel the love emanating from the soil, and where everything you could possibly need to live was there right in front of me, just made the horror of the food system crash down on me like a tonne of bricks. We are being gaslit by society. There is enough land for everyone in the UK to have a more direct connection with their food, and to be able to grow most of what we need right on our doorsteps. 

Aside from the global impact changing our growing and consumption habits would have the sheer amount of joy and pleasure I have had these past few weeks from picking the food that lands in mine and my neighbours veg boxes and from being creative with veg that is available has been transformational for my body and soul. The other day I went foraging with my closest friend, and when I came back all electrified my partner pointed out the many layers of delight I'd had from one afternoon of wandering in the sunshine, nibbling nuts and berries, and discovering the nutrients available to me from herbs like Mugwort growing everywhere on UK path ways. It would be faster to buy nuts and berries from the shop, but the time saved is no way near as valuable as the level of joy I gained from that afternoon.

Time is the real luxury in this system

There’s too much rhetoric on all sides shaming people with the idea that they either shouldn’t be struggling with food poverty, or they shouldn’t be struggling with healthy sustainable diets. Middle-class right wingers retort ridiculous things like “A jacket potato and beans only costs 70p to make” in response to people campaigning against food prices, while some Middle-class lefties scoff at those that eat Mcdonalds, and environmentalists can behave like whining martyrs when it comes to their food and farming activism.

I still cave sometimes and my kids Mcdonalds after a long day of them bickering, or when they are in a phase of refusing to eat something I feel is good for them. I didn’t own a microwave until very recently so there’s no way you would’ve caught me cooking jacket potato for kids who had gone into ‘hangry’ mode before I’d had a chance to get dinner on after a stressful day at work. And heck no I’m not a martyr for the sustainability-related stuff I get to do, it’s a fucking privilege that I get to do such life-affirming work when we live in a system that is sapping us all dry.

While I love that there are more and more simple guides for healthy and affordable eating, and that more community farms are cropping up and inviting people to volunteer, that’s simply not where most people are at when they are stuck in the daily grind of capitalism and the isolation of nuclear families.

My capacity for a more sustainable and enjoyable relationship with food has come from an entire shift in my lifestyle. My outgoings have reduced due to being able to move out of the city, my approach to work is less time intensive as a freelancer, my partner and I live and work more and more collectively with others every day, and my kids are raised by multiple households due to co-parenting with my ex. Some of these shifts have been painful and the process caused me to have less time and money for good food at times, but having the confidence to jump headfirst into this shift to an entirely different way of living comes from having both a depth of love and support from the people around me and knowing it’s the only way we’ll escape a system that is burning us to the ground.

If we want people to engage in and demand healthy sustainable forms of food production and consumption we first need to meet them with love and care for all layers of their lives, value their time and open their world to the energising forces of pleasure. Pleasure doesn’t happen as a result of shame, and time can’t be magically created when your time is owned by capitalist corporations.