Ever since December started, we’ve all been bombarded with “a year in review”, “the positive things of 2020”, “let’s focus on the bright side” or even “how 2020 was in fact the best year of our lives” posts online. While December is always the time for looking back and reviewing the things that have happened to us over the year, this year the fake positive hype is on steroids and it’s gotten so toxic it’s choking. So, here’s my rather more honest and hopefully more helpful goodbye to 2020.
There, I’ve said it and it needs to be said. There’s no point in denying it or pretending that reality didn’t explode in our faces or that things will magically go back to normal on January 1st 2021. They won’t. Denial is not healthy and acceptance and making peace with life as it happens is the only way to move forward. …
The other night I had a dream.
I fell asleep to the sound of your breathing and woke up to a gloomy winter morning. I stretched out my tired muscles and my body, strung out from the lack of sleep. Lack of sleep… Didn’t I just fall asleep? Why can’t I get any sleep?
Walking out the door to work, the world seemed more grey and bleak than usual. …
In today’s world of eco-fads, greenwashing, flight shaming, illogical zero waste advice, and plastic-free crusades, sustainability is becoming an increasingly elusive term, often confused with buying fancy zero waste gadgets or living in a cave in order to have no carbon footprint, which is starting to more than slightly annoy me. So, let’s go back to the basics and try to think a bit before answering the title question:
Sustainability as a word is defined as “the ability to be sustained/supported”. The word has been appropriated by environmentalists to denote existing in such a way, that we are able to sustain long term human life in favorable conditions. That includes preserving and fixing the environment through waste management, cleaner energy production, and so on: ensuring that clean air, drinkable water, biodiversity, mild weather, and farmable land do not become a distant myth for our grandchildren. …
Expectations, ambitions, wishes, wants, needs.
Clutter, clutter, clean up.
Your mind is a living space, not a storage.
First published on erraticengineeress.blog
Sometimes when I get a random surge of creativity, I write short impressionist poems/thoughts. As an avid reader, I’ve always wanted to write my own book, so I’ve decided to take a little step in that direction this year and make my first ebook! I’ve been sitting on it for a while now, but today is my 26th birthday, so I figured it was a good time to gather the courage and publish it. In a way, it a birthday gift to myself. …
We’ve reached our last submission for the 4th and last weekly word, HIDE, yesterday. October and the official Inktober challenge are over, and so is our publication, for now. It might return at a later date or for the next Inktober, but at the moment we (and probably also you) need a break from creativity. :)
Both of us would like to sincerely thank all of you who participated with your creative submissions and made this publication happen, all of you who came to check it out, to read, see and listen to all the drawings, stories, digital art, poems, paintings and videos, as well as Jake Parker for creating the official Inktober challenge and providing the prompts for this year. …
A hide inspired musing by Petra from Erratic Engineeress.
Today I’d like to hide in my bathtub. I’d like to wrap my space in the shower curtain, draw water boundaries and saturate my breath with rosemary scent. I’d like to find peace in the bubbles, each one an another world, full of potential. I’d like to hide my imperfections in the water, unstring the bow of my mind and drain the tension away when I pull the plug.
“That will be 2.99 for the bath bomb, please.”
I’ve made it until the end, woohoo! I honestly can’t believe I stuck with this until the end, but I’m glad I did. It taught me a lot about the way I think and forced me to get creative on demand, which obviously didn’t work every day. Although not all of these poems and writings turned out well, I do actually like a couple of them, so I guess that’s mission achieved.
Thanks for reading them and I hope you got inspired to write some of yours too. :)
This one killed me, no inspiration whatsoever.
He’s the greatest chef of all,
he has eggs and bacon in his thrall,
so come and eat your breakfast roll! …