MyThoughtsoutloud

A Thinkpiece on Rationality in a Time of Rage There is something building — tension, division, fatigue — and it’s shaping the way people speak, protest, and post. And I get it. The world feels heavy. Anger feels justified. But before you pick up a placard or pick a side, I’m asking you to pause . Because if war breaks out — truly breaks out — the lines you think you drew now won’t matter. ❌ Two Wrongs Don’t Make It Right We’ve reached a point where the conversation is no longer about resolution . It’s become about retribution . And that should scare all of us. “If we all pluck out the eyes of our enemies… we will all go blind.” Yet this is where we’re heading. In a world where all atrocities are met with denial, deflection, or defiance, who holds the standard anymore? When innocent civilians die on every side , and the only response is “but look what they did first,” we are not seeking justice. We are seeking vengeance disguised as loyalty. 🧠 Pick Peace Before You Pick Sides W...

  I show up. Every day. On time. I complete my work. I stay present. I carry what I need to carry — and often a little extra. I do this without asking for applause. I’m grateful for the support I’ve had during a challenging time, and I continue to give to my role without entitlement. But let’s not pretend certain dynamics don’t exist — especially when they’re so familiar they feel like background noise. The smirks. The dismissals. The assumptions. The eye rolls. “What is she still doing here?” "What is she wearing?" I’ve been in the room when that’s been said — and I’ve also been the one it's said about. As I put it recently: “Tell me how I should feel, when I have to show up, knowing I have smirks behind my back, eye rolls… silent dismissals because I didn’t bring the gloss.” And this isn’t just about hurt feelings. This is about how elitism quietly shapes workplace culture — and pushes out potential before it’s even recognised. I get it. I understand the desire for an ...

  I didn’t come into my career with corporate polish. I didn’t have a neat degree, a LinkedIn-optimised CV, or the right network whispering my name into rooms I hadn’t entered yet. What I had was pressure. Struggle. Hustle. I was a young mum, trying to make ends meet, my eldest in foster care, juggling commission-based jobs that barely covered bills. I wasn’t building a career — I was just trying to survive. And then I got a chance. At 24, I was taken on as an apprentice at a housing association. I had no idea what I was doing — but they saw something in me. Halfway through the apprenticeship, they promoted me. Not because I was polished. But because I showed potential. Because I solved problems. Because I asked questions and figured things out. Because I learned. That was the beginning of everything. What People Didn’t See I’ve worked in housing and benefits for over five years. I’ve managed high-volume post rooms processing GDPR-sensitive documents. I passed a formal interview at...