I write to remember, I write to examine my mind, I write to release the tension for being an ordinary human being. The more I write, the more I lose the anxiety that used to be so close to me. The more I write the more I lose the need to judge everything, everyone at … Continue reading A writer
a day
Ordinariness
Today is an ordinary day. It begins like all the rest—waking up, cold shower, commute, hearty oat breakfast, work, at least look like working. Lunch break brings a walk with a friend.We talk.Well—gossip, if I’m being honest.Then back to our desks,until five o'clock,when my husband waits in the parking lot,like he always does. after work,I … Continue reading Ordinariness