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Nobody’s Business
Grocery shopping with a four-year-old and an eighteen-month-old is its own particular exercise in managed chaos. There's the cart situation, first of all — who sits where, who wants to stand on the side, who has decided that today is the day they express opinions about what goes in the basket. By the time you reach the checkout line you've already made approximately forty small decisions and you're operating on the reserves.
By Bertyl Kently4 months ago in Journal
The One Thing I Asked
I said it clearly. That's what I keep coming back to. It had been a long shift — the kind that compresses you, that leaves you walking home with your shoulders somewhere around your ears and your capacity for conversation somewhere considerably lower. My boyfriend was away visiting his family, and I'd invited my friend Cara over for a sleepover, something we'd been trying to arrange for weeks. We're both busy in the way that early twenties busy tends to be: irregular hours, limited overlap, the friendship maintained more through intention than through actual time together. When she arrived I was already flagging, but glad to see her.
By Bertyl Kently4 months ago in Journal
When Creators Feel Invisible
Every writer knows the feeling of putting a piece of themselves into their work and waiting for someone to notice. A story, an article, or a personal reflection carries more than words. It carries thoughts, memories, emotions, and the hope that someone will understand the message behind it.
By Nolan Reed4 months ago in Journal
It Was Just a Game
The dinner had been going well. That's the part I keep coming back to — how easy the evening felt before it wasn't. We'd been dating for a few months, long enough that the first-date anxiety had burned off and left something more comfortable in its place. He was in his thirties, I was late twenties, and the dynamic had always felt low-maintenance in a way I appreciated. Good conversation, no drama, the simple pleasure of someone whose company you don't have to work at. We'd gone out after work, somewhere with decent food and no pressure, and the talk had drifted the way it does when two people are genuinely at ease — from the new GTA release to gaming generally to the specific question of what we each actually played.
By Bertyl Kently4 months ago in Journal
My Birthday, His Feelings
We'd been at the beach for a few hours by the time it happened — long enough that the drinks had done their work, that the afternoon had gone golden and loose, that the whole outing had acquired the pleasant formlessness of a day without a schedule. My aunt had suggested the beach as an early birthday celebration, and I'd said yes immediately, the way you say yes when the offer is simple and the company is people you've known your entire life.
By Bertyl Kently4 months ago in Journal
10 Elements of Good Website Design You Need
Your website often creates the first impression of your business. Visitors judge your brand within seconds. A poor layout can drive people away quickly. A good website encourages visitors to stay longer. It also helps them trust your business.
By Solution Boxes4 months ago in Journal
Making Art in a Broken World
The world is screaming for art. And yet, it’s also it often feels so hard to create art. I could do my usual thing and say it’s just me making it hard for myself. Because realistically, I want it to be hard, or because I just not trying hard enough. Thousands of others have a classic full time office job and still manage to make art. Thousands of people suffer from depression and anxiety and still make art. And a lot of the time, even I make art despite the suffering. It may not be my best work, or even the full depths of my creativity and mind. But I’m bring things into existence. Which by the basic definition, is making art.
By Lane Burns4 months ago in Journal
What the Water Asks of You
There is a particular quality to a lake at night that's difficult to describe to someone who hasn't experienced it. The cold hits you in a specific sequence — ankles first, then thighs, then the sharp intake of breath when it reaches your torso — and then something shifts, and the cold becomes simply the temperature of the world, and you stop registering it as something to endure. The stars overhead are different out here than they are anywhere with streetlights. The water is dark and very still at that hour, and when you lie on your back and let it hold you, the sound changes too: muffled, interior, the particular silence of being almost completely submerged.
By Bertyl Kently4 months ago in Journal
