A poem of sorts I exist. I work. I clean. I socialize. I create. But the cleaning is painful and exhausting and gets done oh so slowly or not at all. The socializing is strained and exhausting but I need it all the same. I try to plan ahead, I don't want to cancel, and... Continue Reading →
Why I Don’t Believe in the Concept of Time Waste
Time cannot be wasted. You haven't brought yourself to do that thing, you haven't been what you'd consider productive, but maybe your body needed to rest. And it's entirely okay to not always be productive. You did or didn't do something for a while because of fear, because you liked the thing, because it felt... Continue Reading →