Ruby Grant
Stories (4/0)
Inspired by Monotony
Tik. Tok. Tik. Tok. Tik. Tok. I’m staring at the white walls of my bedroom, trying to transport myself to anywhere else I’ve ever been in order to find that spark. That click. The burst of inspiration that hits and takes my hands to places I didn’t even know existed with the steady movement of my black ballpoint pen. The clock is the only thing marking my progress. Invisible progress, that is, because lately I feel like I haven’t been producing anything at all. So I stare at my wall, expecting a bolt of lightning to find its way from God’s finger to my brain, but nothing comes. I realize that it can’t always float into my mind like a cloud on a sunny day, and it isn’t always as simple as a spark. Sometimes the inspiration is a tear, sometimes it’s a laugh. Sometimes it is so obvious, and today is clearly not one of those days.
By Ruby Grant4 years ago in Motivation
May Flowers
For the past month, I’ve been watching the seasons change from my bedroom window. The grass has gone from yellow on a good day to bright shades of green, the streets from grey and empty to full of color and life as mothers and fathers push strollers and yell to each other from six feet apart. Their attire has changed too, from women in down coats and boots to now tank tops and shorts, children now in sundresses and baseball caps. Leaves have begun growing on trees and flowers have bloomed into beautiful shades of pink and blue and red. An aura of newfound respect and awareness of others has also pervaded the streets, as people finally move aside for one another, lending each other space on the sidewalk. And I’ve watched it all, morning after morning, from the quiet confines of my bedroom window as sleep dances on my eyes. I’ve taken part in it too, sometimes, putting on my sneakers and going for a walk outside. Getting hellos from neighbors and policemen that I never got before.
By Ruby Grant4 years ago in Motivation
A Community Defined by Loneliness
In a time like this one, we all search for something to depend on, something we can control. We can no longer control our entire lives, going to and from as we please, stopping for nothing and no one. Suddenly, we are forced to be conscious of the people around us and the way we interact. This new normal has inspired loneliness, and I am feeling hyperaware of the way one simple human interaction can change my day from meaningless to meaningful. Because without these interactions, we live in bubbles of ourselves and hopefully our families, waiting for a news report to tell us that the control is back in our hands. Until then, we wait and we search.
By Ruby Grant4 years ago in Longevity
An Ode to the Moms
The first mom I ever encountered was of course, my mom, Real Mom, the woman who birthed me, the source of my being, the story from which I was written, the greater book to my singular page. She will always be the first and the last, the greatest, closest to an angel in human form and built with resilience so strong to handle the hardest of times, the deepest of troubles. She is the rock, the unchanging stability that lasts forever as seasons change and change back again, she is sturdy and still. As I grow up, she is never replaced, only added to, and the sum of everyone else’s efforts could not add up to hers when it comes to the giant equation of pluses and minuses that is my life.
By Ruby Grant4 years ago in Families