Tag: time

  • Poem: Present/Future

    Poem: Present/Future

      We only have the present. Regardless of what we want in our futures, It is the ‘now’ which takes all of the credit.   Living in the moment, An experience unknown to many. We disown it in exchange for a chance to oneday own a moment,  Which is nothing more than merely a ‘maybe’.…

  • Change

    Change

    I feel like I’m in such a weird space at present, no sooner have I moved flat than I’m trawling the jobboards of everything from Indeed.com to Craigslist (ok maybe not Craigslist).  Being a seasoned veteran on these job sites is not something I’m proud of, frequenting them so much that Google ads now pop…

  • Poem: Time

    Poem: Time

      Time. Moving passed like  Dew dripping from the leaves of The waxiest cuticles. My hands, Gnarled, close tight, Around the memories, Uprooted by those of time.   Time, A spectre of the night, Time, invisible to the eye Of even the most profound inspectors.  I suspect. Expecting time to wait for, Any man. Is…

  • Poem: Time

    Poem: Time

    We think about the future, So that we can enjoy its ‘present’. But like a dollar bill drifting in the wind. We never do quite catch it.   We worry that it’s not on our side. Like it’s going by too quickly. Asking ‘where does it fly’?   Time – isn’t it a peculiar concept?…

  • 6 THINGS YOU’RE DOING THAT’S ACTUALLY MAKING YOUR STRESS WORSE!

    6 THINGS YOU’RE DOING THAT’S ACTUALLY MAKING YOUR STRESS WORSE!

    Stress – a word on the tip of everyone’s tongue who’s either just f*cked up or who’s fearing that the f*ck up is just around the corner, kind of like your creepy neighbor. So perhaps it’s easy to realize when exactly you may be feeling stressed, but how about we have a little chat about…

  • 4 Ways To Be More Proactive

    4 Ways To Be More Proactive

    Let’s face it, we all like our lie ins on weekends (and weekdays if we can get away with it). We like it when someone else cooks us dinner and when someone else cleans up those dirty dinner plates. We like it when another human being empties those rotten bins with leaking bin juice before…