I had intended on writing something daily. Much to my own annoyance that hasn’t worked.
This week has been a struggle. Depression is a bitch. 95% of the time I have a good grip on it but this week was that 5%. 48 more words
When it came to the future of work, the prophets of the past swarmed. Karl Marx believed that it would be possible for anyone to “hunt in the morning, fish in the afternoon, practice livestock breeding in the evening and criticize after dinner … without ever becoming a hunter, fisherman, shepherd or critic”. 1,106 more words
‘And what is it that you do?’
A conversation starter that is favoured among guests at parties and gatherings.
‘Oh I’m just a lifeguard.’
My mouth puts the words together and blurts them into the atmosphere before my brain can intervene, hastily followed by, 486 more words