humanity
The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
Grasping at shards
After eighteen months of covid lock-downs, the delivery of packages of varying sizes, shapes and sense, no longer excites me. For instance, last week I received an electric shaver for de-pilling my lounge chair. It was good to remove all those odd little nubbins and threads that build up over time, but the delivery of the de-piller provoked no joy, neither did the humane mouse traps, which were in fact much more essential.
By Jude Russell5 years ago in Journal
What's Happening To Me?
There are things going on with me. I’m not certain what they all are, only that they exist in abundance. I feel that if they don’t stop something in my mind and/or my body may harden forever because it’s so tight. Even if they harden into diamonds, I’m not sure I will want that.
By Julie L Hodges5 years ago in Journal
How COVID-19 Put Society on the Backburner
The past year has been challenging for even the most strong-willed members of society. From hospitality to retail, there has not been one sector that has been unaffected by the pandemic. Arguably, the public sector is one of the most highly impacted.
By Amy Mercer5 years ago in Journal
Longing
Greek mythology mentions the fates that whisper to your conscience from the very back of our minds. They are the voices of the psychological trials and tribulations that humans walk every day of their lives, from happiness to grief and from love to love lost. I'm sure I heard them one day, and as legend foretold, their voices are powerful.
By Noah Servilican5 years ago in Journal
We call it psychosis
Witness the Devolution of Humanity. We did it all by ourselves. We lost HUMAN. My soul has blisters. So does my confidence. It snapped. I am talking to myself and listening when I answer. It started simply and innocently enough: "Submit your Resume!"
By WriterS.InK Inc. (Sandy Groyer)5 years ago in Journal
Relaxation
The hot summer air is filled with dust. The sun beats on my neck and arms. I feel the sweat going down my back. I take a deep breath. I look at my hands. They are starting to show my age. They have a few more lines being accented by the dirt. I see the dirt embedded into those lines. Muddy sweat slowly flows down my arm. The wind brings the dust from the dried grass, into the air, and then onto whatever is in its path. Not only do my hands get dirty from air but also with my passion to relax.
By Chad Wedge5 years ago in Journal
Dear Vocal Reviewers
Dear Vocal Reviewer's Let me start by giving you a ton of credit for the job that you are doing. I can only imagine how much awful, terrible, craptacular writing you must encounter on a daily basis (e.g. see this very sentence) and I give you mad props for maintaining your sanity and faith in the general goodness of humanity in spite of it all. I have not doubt that when you graduated from college with a degree in English/creative writing/history/philosophy/fine arts you never thought you would have been given the opportunity you now have in front of you so early in your career. For most people, the chance to be a professional censor does not happen until much later in their lives when they become old fuddy-duddies, but you are tasting the intoxicating power that comes with holding the power of digital life and death in your very hands right out of school. You have proven all the naysayers, including your very 0wn friends and family wrong, and gotten a real job with a degree from an actual 4 year college and not obtained online. And, you did not study data science or machine learning or artificial intelligence like your grammie and granpa insisted you needed to do if you wanted to "go anywhere in life." Who's going somewhere now grammie? Who? You, that's who.
By Everyday Junglist5 years ago in Journal
