Category Archives: writing
IT’S NEVER GOING TO BE THE RIGHT TIME
Current Soundtrack: Real AF Podcast by Andy Frisella Nobody is coming to save you.You aren’t going to be in the right place at the right time.You aren’t going to win the lottery.You’re not going to inherit millions of dollars.50 pounds of fat isn’t going to fall off of you.You aren’t going to eventually be CEOContinue reading “IT’S NEVER GOING TO BE THE RIGHT TIME”
Time to Grow
What a week. What a Time to be Alive. Am I right? It feels like the new normal is settling in all around us. Slowly but surely we’re all getting more comfortable about social distancing, gloves and should we or shouldn’t we be forced to wear a mask if we venture outside. It’s less andContinue reading “Time to Grow”
Musings
Current soundtrack “Ride” by Twenty-one Pilots Thinking was at a minimal today. Tonight, over thinking is knocking at the door. I’m doing my best to ignore it.Here’s a few pre-written thoughts that can tell a story even though my words fail me now. I was willing to fail. Still am. So far I have failed.Continue reading “Musings”
Saturday
Oh hello, you bright and beautiful day. Are you sure you are at the right house? So we are doing this. Gonna be optimistic and pleasant. Locked that box full of demons up tight and buried it in the neighbor’s backyard while the world was sleeping. Climbed the roof and used a slingshot to launchContinue reading “Saturday”
Anxious Friday
No soundtrack… just mania Earlier Today… I’m numb at the moment; a patient under anesthesia (metaphorically). A shadow is cutting into me with the sharpest edge of the scalpel, slicing into the deepest parts of me, yet all I can feel is an uncomfortable pressure. I know if I were to feel the full extremityContinue reading “Anxious Friday”
Good Friday
Current Soundtrack: Working as an Essential I took a solo walk Friday, April 10th. I HAD to move. It was an itch under my skin. My molecules were threatening to burst me into nonexistence, ala Thanos style. My family asked me if I wanted to take the dogs. Nope. Did I want to take theContinue reading “Good Friday”
Complicatedly Simple by S.K. Malcolm 