I shared my last post (Black Lives Matter: A Dog’s Perspective) on June 14th and here I am, back again, over three months later with new ideas.
June 14th was the middle of lock down. I had been living at my boyfriend’s house, away from my parents for almost two months, whilst spending much of my time writing, proofreading and editing the final project of my Master’s Degree — The Dissertation.
I realised that I had gone a bit dry. My dissertation was going well and my self-motivation was thriving, but my creativity and ideas for Medium had diminished.
I was putting too much pressure on myself to try to publish at least one article once a week, but eventually the ideas just stopped flowing. …
My humans have been having some very serious conversations recently. When they talk about these serious topics, I can smell their scent has become sad and sometimes scared.
I have sat with my humans on the big comfy squashy seats and watched the black box, that is full of colourful moving pictures, displaying images of mass gatherings of people and big stone statues being pulled down.
After watching these, my humans talk to each other about a human called George Floyd, and about protests that are going on all over the world, that will “hopefully spark some much-needed change”.
They talk about the black humans and the white humans, which I find confusing because I have never noticed a difference. …
Who would have thought a mere four months ago, that we would be where we are right now?
Not me, a student studying a Masters Degree who was hoping to begin being a ‘real adult’ on completing my degree this August.
Mid-February for me involved days filled with writing, writing and more writing for my upcoming assignments.
My biggest worry was that I had a presentation on my birthday and that was really bloody annoying because it was going to get in the way of the day that’s supposed to be all about me, spending time with family and friends and celebrating. …