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Professional human

In all areas of our life, we humans seek to connect with other humans. This is a fact I know very well intellectually, but have been quite poor at integrating. You see, historically, I have had a tendency to corral myself into roles that I then have trouble switching out of. The professional. The host.… Read More »Professional human

Bad Jokes

Once Upon A Time in 2022, my friend had a hen party on my birthday. The details aren’t especially important to the story, but I like the way the sentence sounds. As part of the preparation for the hen party, we compiled a party playlist. Now, I contributed some excellent specimens to the list; from… Read More »Bad Jokes

The word 'arteting' with a prohibition sign over it

First, Art. Then, Marketing.

There is Art. And there is Marketing. If you can’t find art in the work that you do, then you’re probably doing it wrong. And if you can’t proclaim the worth of the work that you do, then you probably don’t know what you’re doing. But you can’t extol the virtues while you’re busy manifesting… Read More »First, Art. Then, Marketing.

Seven years, five lessons

I have been…’blogging’…here for nigh on seven years. Sometimes it was daily, sometimes I disappeared for months at a time. Sometimes I told my dearest stories, sometimes I barely scraped together a meaningful sentence. Always it was for me and no-one else, and always the potentially public nature of it was inexplicably important. Why? Why… Read More »Seven years, five lessons

Perfection 2.0

The other day I wrote of perfection, and how it hasn’t been something I have historically coveted. And while I was writing that, I had a quick search through my old posts to see if I was fooling myself. Having found no such evidence, I clattered on happily. Then, yesterday, I was going through old… Read More »Perfection 2.0

Perfection

I am not one, ordinarily, to fuck around with the idea of perfection. I have vehemently avoided it since my early teen years when my friend and I used the code name ‘Nobody’ for a crush and when anybody would say ‘well, nobody’s perfect’ we would titter amongst ourselves and agree. ‘Nobody’, of course, was… Read More »Perfection

Without words

I would have probably had an easier time with human connection if I lived before the advent of complex language. Before we possessed the ability to communicate our profound weirdness to each other. I would have imagined everyone as beautifully weird as me, in just the same ways as me. Give or take. I would… Read More »Without words

Unfairly archived

A few months ago, I got caught off guard by a photo of me, my son and his dad together. We looked happy. Happier than I remembered. Once I had looked at the same photo and saw evidence of the emptiness in my heart during its taking. I couldn’t see that anymore. It looked, now,… Read More »Unfairly archived

Chatty

I have been playing with ChatGPT a bit lately. It’s an excellent crutch for people like me who question their every move with cripplingly minute detail. I can ask it questions I already know the answer to, and have it soothe me with vague validation that henceforth emboldens me toward action. I can ask it,… Read More »Chatty

It is what it is

Someone in my life once ranted about how they hate that phrase. It quietly enraged them, in fact. So inane. So pointless. So infuriating. I smiled politely and didn’t bother to mention that I happen to quite like it. I certainly didn’t venture to posit that, perhaps, their anger toward it might suggest some issues… Read More »It is what it is