I'm exploring writing as a creative outlet - I like to punch things up with humor and satire, while exploring the components of what make us human. I write a weekly newsletter at theuneditedword.substack.com
The old house creaked and cracked as the storm intensified on the third and final day of what she considered a well-overpriced, dreadfully dull stay. It was a long shot, thinking this would amount to anything. The reviews online, while frustratingly lacking specificity, assured readers, this house would provide answers.
The Inner Dialogue
I get trapped between the comfort of stability and the desire for the unexpected - something more scintillating than the minutia of day-to-day existence. It’s monotonous, tiring and dull. I hate my job. I feel fortunate to have it but hate that I’m a part of an industry that stalks people online and encourages more consumption. I’m trapped in cage of my own hand, built at increasing speed within the confines of quarantine. I’m privileged to find myself so bored and without eminent risk to my home, health and modern comforts. But I’m frustrated and unmotivated. I’m stuck.