It’s been a hot minute since I’ve last created content, or even felt like creating content. There’s a half-written journal article that raises a plaintive low-key anxiety inducing voice from time to time, struggling with ennui at work seeping into life, wondering where I’m going with life and yet not wanting to go anywhere, but still in the everyday I’m
Saved By Strangers.
A harried mum of two under five
Gently parenting her two loud boys
Another takes off her man’s helmet
To sweep up his cooing baby
A lady in scrubs gives up her seat
On mid-day’s train post-call
“For you!” my Ryde driver sticks out a Chupa Chups
Threatening my waiting tears to overflow
In the quiet despair that seems interminable
I’ve been saved by strangers over and over
Sustained by the small things
We still choose to do for each other
Social Working, Everything 