Whether we mean it or not, productivity is charged with a complex definition; what you produce has to be something we can measure against society’s standards, and it has to be useful.
Grief sucks but to come out the other side intact, one must go through and accept the process with the courage of a warrior.
My name is Evee. Not Evie or Eve, and in fact I dislike both of those names quite strongly.
I lay in the sun, and saw a spider. It was a tiny smudge against the blue. Long, desperate webs trailed from its body like a single stitch that bore witness to the little life hurtling through the sky. Rather than fix him in a physical place, this web stitched the spider into my mind. I often come back to him.