Tuesday 30 July 2019

The Fickle Morning

And so the birds start their screaming
Because you let go of my hand
And old words lose all meaning
As the shadow of the dark night descends
Fickle morning, you are a liar
Look how you made a fool out of me
Mistook my love for desire
Assumed I need you to set me free
Fickle night, I know that you're scared
I know, because I am too
Scared of hurting someone else yet again
The way I've been hurt by you
And I don't want to touch you in the dawn
If I cannot hold onto you through the day
But as the sun slowly sets
Your love for me decays

Tuesday 5 March 2019

Whit's fur ye'll no go past ye


Tales of my intrigue have probably reached you, Loch Ness,
you remain a constant muse to this hot mess
‘Till we finally meet one day
and you take my breath quite away,
I'll daydream to the melodies of your land
of Scottish folklore, romance, and scran.








Sunday 3 February 2019

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger : The year leading up to turning 29





An abandoned teddybear sitting under a tree broke my heart.  
A heightened wall broke my heart. 
A spoiled favorite dress broke my heart. 
The child hugging his parent's legs at the airport broke my heart. 
The crunch of the autumn leaves as I trudged along the sidewalk has broken my heart. 
The vagueness and enormity of silence broke my heart. 
The infinity of rain pouring down my face broke my heart. 
Watching the life dissipate from a friend broke my heart. 
Witnessing the almost birth of a child broke my heart.

It is amazing how a multitude of things both random and specific break my heart sporadically, little by little. And every time I find myself feeling small and inconsequential in this big madhouse called the world, I remind myself how incredible things are right there inside me. 
It finds the resilience to hold itself together just enough to be broken again.

Tuesday 22 January 2019

Funemployed for the first time in 4 years!

Loud and proud: I quit my job earlier this month
And before you ask—I did it without a plan b

Wow! I hope you have a ‘plan b’!” “hey, congratulations, but… what’s your ‘plan b’?” “big news! So, do you have a ‘plan b’?”
In the immediate aftermath of my decision to leave my full time yet remote job as a Project Manager for a US company, a big move indeed, friends and family have been reacting with a barrage of sometimes incredulous, sometimes appreciatory exclamations, but practically everyone has been overly concerned about my next step, to the point of hurriedly soliciting me into jumping right back into the work force. Something that i should have done, according to them, probably the next day after my exit and said goodbye to my colleagues. “no, i do not have a plan b” has been my unequivocal answer to people here and across the pond.

 Why should I? Plan B sounds like back-up plan to me, and having taken that major but exhilarating leap of faith that is leaving a full time gig that had become not fulfilling nor challenging, why should one settle for anything less than a newly minted ‘Plan A’? 


And while I chalk out my Plan A, I am looking forward to working on some personal interesting projects while I travel. If anyone has any ideas please feel free to send a shoutout or just a hi :)