Tag: work

  • The Monday Tuesday

    The Monday Tuesday

    Today got off on completely the wrong foot. My coffee had grounds in it, and I rudely discovered I was working in the afternoon, at the same time I was supposed to figure out my taxes with the accountant. Seriously distressing, as I’d been strangely looking forward to meeting with them. Then I checked my…

  • On the eve of a long weekend

    On the eve of a long weekend

    The day before a long weekend always is a busy one. Everyone rushing, frantic to get in to see me before I’m gone, as though it was a month instead of an extra day away. I’ve never understood this desperation, probably because I’m awful at even making appointments for a haircut, but I anticipated it.…

  • The thief Of Sleep

    The thief Of Sleep

    I’m tired today. The kind of tired that happens after listening to your little one cough in your ear all night. When you wake up multiple times, checking to see if they’re okay, hoping they don’t throw up- again- from coughing. The kind of tired that happens when you decide things are going really well,…

  • Shared worlds

    Shared worlds

    Every day, I go about my business, walking a fine line between trying to stay out of other peoples business, and needing to know all their details. Every day, I have the privilege the responsibility of being trusted with private information, The inner world that sometimes hasn’t been shared with anyone else. I’ve held the…

  • The present

    The present

    Bubbles form inside, Rising to the top Simply effervescent, Until you hear a pop The energy of a toddler Effortless and free Identical to caffeine Which sometimes buoys me Ready, set, run away Into the great beyond Nothing ventured nothing lost Except lyrics to the song Life is an enigma Understood by very few I…

  • Friday’s balance

    Friday’s balance

    Friday musings are always fun. The paring down and sorting into boxes of the events of the week past. It was a week full of ups and downs, but in balance, it seemed to balance. A wrinkle here and there, but nothing so earthshattering that I’ll need time to recover from, which is a luxury.…

  • White noise

    White noise

    A cacophony of sounds as loud as the sea I close my ears to the struggles around me My throat aches From words yet unsaid Truths not spoken Feelings of dread Each day another hustle Of shouts and dispair Sometimes I wonder If I even breathe air Whimpering at the noise I quiver and shake…

  • A writer’s life?

    A writer’s life?

    Monday, Monday, So good to me. It was everything I hoped it would be. I woke up and ran all by myself, with the household fast asleep until I finished. Apparently, time change meant no tiny audience watching Netflix and interrupting my (admittedly slow) treadmill exercise. And then I went to work- but this morning,…

  • Return to life

    Return to life

    Time flees on wings of zeros and ones Ripped from my mind one piece at a time Lights flashing incessant noise Short circuits my brain Anxiety passes, Replaced by numbness, Surreal and blurry Slave to the tube, the phone, the click Dopamine hits Trickles away, Leaves emptiness behind Suddenly I remember The sun The grass…

  • Life Education

    Life Education

    Through eyes of wonder The world walks by Growing ever wiser Innocence will die Every step is harder to take With every movement You make a mistake The sun shines again Over the bottomless seas Past the mountains And through the trees I sit on the porch As the light streams in Take a deep…