The Silent Self-Deprecation of a Contract Killer

Walking

I had been coughing on and off since the weekend. Allergies, I think. I went to a leaving party for some friend and I think the venue they held…

Wildly, Dichotomously, Love-Hate Feelings Toward Work

Just me?

Too exhausted to process

Stress has been my riling companion of late. Too much turbulence inside my head to allow me to stop and relax. Too…

An open letter to nobody

Dear figment of my imagination,

I think I hear morality calling

Have you heard? I’m part of the 1%.

Apparently, Monday mornings are for niggling annoyances and repetitious errands

It is fortunate that our pharmacy and doctors surgery are opposite each other on the same street. This morning my family and I have been between the two buildings several times. I have lost…

Just finished brushing my three-year-old’s hair before bed.

“You’re so pretty!” I said.

“No I’m not,” she said, wandering off to the bookshelf to choose a bedtime story.

“Why? Why are you not pretty?” I said, a slight ring of surprise in my voice.

Waiting for the waves to come crashing in upon me

A week on autopilot.

I am writing this at around 2am on a Friday night / Saturday morning. I have managed to navigate the week. I cannot remember much about it unless I focus very carefully. It feels like a journey made on autopilot. Distinctly intangible.