I am sick of living in half-weeks. I need an expanse. I need space. I need an organic, unrushed rhythm. Instead of this endless, stuttered churning. A half-week isn’t long enough for anything. So I’ve filled it with other things. Things that aren’t anything, but aren’t quite nothing either. Noise. Clutter. None of it is… Read More »Half
I am an eternal, relentless optimist. I cannot help but believe that, no matter how much shit we might have to trudge through first, things will always work out for the best in the end. And I cannot help, either, but to believe in the best of everyone’s nature, no matter how hidden the good… Read More »Will we destroy it?
Do we all ache for more time? I’ve heard people hypothesise that death is a blessing specifically because if we had time stretching out into infinity we’d grow disinterested and depressed with life – no urgency, no impetus, nothing to make the endeavour worthwhile. I proffer a disagreement. I can see that being an option,… Read More »An ache
In the garden centre today I saw they were hiring and I thought ooh, maybe I should apply, maybe they’ll have some hours that fit around my current job but don’t cut into Makaloo time, and I thought about what a nice time I’d surely have working at the garden centre. And then I started… Read More »Dull the shine
I’ve been skimming the surface of my life again lately. What am I avoiding? We are living in strange times. It seems trite to say – what part of the modern era hasn’t been strange? But things seem to be getting stranger. Whenever I think about it, I also can’t help but to think about… Read More »Strange times
It’s funny how most of our fears are not the fears we think they are when we think them. Well, I can only really speak for myself, but I know it is reported to be a wider human proclivity. I have been noticing lately, when I get a scary thought, the vague fear that encroaches… Read More »Interrogated fear
I’m developing a hypothesis that all the mean, selfish, unpleasant people in the world are simply suffering from overheated nervous systems. It seems relatively feasible to me that if we could just chill out their frazzled hypervigilant nerves, we’d be living in paradise on earth.
There is this concept of the good enough parent. The idea is that you don’t need to be perfect, exceptional or outstanding to raise relatively healthy children, you just need to be good enough. It’s intended to present a more reasonable, realistic and forgiving standard than some alternative paradigms, particularly in regard to expectations of… Read More »Good enough
My latest spate of posts have been a ‘better than nothing’ endeavour of stringing together scraps of old drafts on my phone in an effort to produce something in the realm of momentum. Enough momentum to trigger the change I need in my life that should, in due course, create more space for ‘real’ writing.… Read More »A hasty cobbler
I think, to a lot of people, when it comes to romantic love, I seem detached, overly practical, bizarrely level-headed about it. I know my ex found it particularly abrasive how willing I was to dismiss the intense feelings I had for him. I love you, so what? And I get suspicious looks from family… Read More »Crash