Ada Zuba

Joined February 2018

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Hi everyone! here to write and when I’m not writing, I’m either looking for Wi-Fi or avoiding real-world responsibilities. Follow along for a mix of sarcasm, random observations, and whatever nonsense comes to mind. "We're all mad here"

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Stuck on Life
“You know, when you're stuck in the same old routine in the city, it's easy to get caught up in the grind and forget what life is really about. But then you take a step back, get out of town, and watch the sunset, and it's like a whole new world opens up.”
By Ada Zuba26 days ago in Motivation
Hit Restart
We needed something new and different. I went on medical leave in August due to the stress of office politics, the job and everything. We took our vacation in Italy and it was a good break from everything normal. Then, shortly after my husband took leave. We were both stressed and not working just earning a tiny bit month by month living paycheque to paycheque. It was not an ideal life. I was sick for a while on and off in our first few months of marriage. Taking time off was great I finally sleeping more than three hours, I felt well rested that I have never felt before. The date of returning to work became more and more daunting. I’d have to go back to eating lunch alone and reading my book. The thought seemed so lonely and dark. I can’t trust anyone I work with, so I’d have to cope until I got a different job within the organization. We felt so stuck just same routine come home, watch tv and fall asleep and rinse and repeat.
By Ada Zubaabout a month ago in Families
How I Got Back into Reading
Hello, old hobby of mine. I used to love reading, going to the library was a favourite pass time or going into Indigo books and smelling the pages with the distant hint of coffee from the closest Starbucks. Then came my English degree after walking that stage and getting that diploma in my hands I thought this was it. I would walk into the library no longer filled with excitement on what to read next but I was filled with dread. I could barely bring myself to read the back cover of a book to see if I should read it. I stopped going. I would walk into Indigo and walk into the home section where only blankets and pillows were found with scented candles that left a hint of where they were. I couldn’t stand the idea of reading another book.
By Ada Zuba2 months ago in Journal
Bread Winner
It was an ordinary day. I had made a list of groceries, and I had just gotten into my vehicle. I turned the ignition on and put on my seatbelt. My husband must’ve driven last. I adjusted the steering wheel, the seat, and lastly the mirror so I could actually see out the back.
By Ada Zuba3 months ago in Psyche
Childless Life. Top Story - October 2025.
I love this life that I am currently living and that’s what I am afraid of loving it too much. I am the main character, can it stay that way please? Yet, I see the joy of what a new baby can bring I see that parents would do anything for their child. Would I be able to put my needs aside to help? Is it wrong to think that I’d be a horrible mother? Is it wrong to think that I’d rather be sipping tea and reading?
By Ada Zuba3 months ago in Poets
My Favorite Roman Memory
We were both so tired, our feet hurt from walking, blisters had started forming on our feet, the honking of horns and loud car bumping by the hotel on the cobblestone roads and the unforgiving jet lag led us to one thing: being awake. It’s 2:30 AM and I am lying there still but staring at the ceiling. Water helps a person sleep. Sure, I get up and with my phone light I guide myself to the unknown dark path to the washroom. I slide the door closed and pour a glass of water from the tap and I gulp it down, maybe a short pee? I do that as well and get back to bed. Okay, now I attempt sleep once more. That’s five cars gone by and I am still not sleeping. A voice breaks the silence.
By Ada Zuba3 months ago in Wander
Touch Grass
Words that people have used to describe me: Down-to-earth, kind, generous, spontaneous, flexible, adaptable. Yet, the term down-to-earth sticks to me the most. People in my life have used this to describe me, and I never really thought twice of the meaning of it until very recently. It means I am in touch with reality and reasonable, which I completely agree. Lately, it seems that we are so out of touch with reality, and I think that AI has a lot to do with it. We use AI more than we care to admit, to make videos, to envision the perfect dream home, to help us write that email that we have been worried about writing to your boss or an external stakeholder. It does make our lives easier, but it takes away certain elements such as creativity, thinking and thinking critically, solving problems, and writing code. Our brains are getting lazy because of AI. The greatest philosophers of our time have said numerous quotes about creativity, and here we are crushing it. For example, the philosopher Epictetus once said: "Nothing great is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig. If you tell me that you desire a fig, I answer you that there must be time. Let it first blossom, then bear fruit, then ripen." This tells us in order to create something great will take time, we cannot keep expecting AI to do the great work for us. Besides, what lives in one's mind is probably better than anything AI can do.
By Ada Zuba5 months ago in Motivation
Through a Window
I was sound asleep when a small noise from my window woke me. tap, tap, tick, tick. What on earth was that annoying noise? Was it raining? It was too inconsistent to be rain. I huddled closer to the wall, not knowing what that noise was, maybe it was just a bird. yes, tell yourself it is just a bird. Woodpecker maybe. When suddenly my window rattled, I carefully peered from underneath my covers. Oh, it was just Sam standing on the roof of the house. What the hell, how did he get up here? I walk over and open it up.
By Ada Zuba5 months ago in Fiction
Love a Job
I once thought I’d have the coolest job. I imagined that when I grew up, I’d have a career that would make people say, “Whoa! That’s what you do?” — something where I could pour creativity into my everyday work.
By Ada Zuba5 months ago in Journal
I Tried Subscription Meals
Grocery shopping is not fun, rushing down the aisles with that one broken wheel trying to navigate your way through people, and making sure you’re not running over children on top of trying to find that one irregular item like capers and then getting to that shelf just find out the store is out. Then, there’s the hassle of finding a recipe that’s good and has not been over done or that you and your partner like and the making a list of ingredients you need while scouring your fridge to find those items you need only to discover it’s gone bad. It’s a huge hassle in your life from meal prepping to making the meal. So, I made my life hassle free for a little bit. Food delivered right to my door with delicious recipes that I don’t need to plan and all the ingredients ready for me to use. Luckily these places offer discounts for consumers to try.
By Ada Zuba6 months ago in Feast
The Thing About Summer
Janice was so excited about the thought of summer. It was the time where her family gathered at the lake house eating watermelon by the dock, chasing down a rainbow trout, diving off the sun-heated cliffs into the cold water, freckles appearing on her nose as she sun tanned, her older cousins buying beer and drinking- not to get drunk, but just to enjoy a citrusy light beer, until late in the night by a deck of cards, taking out the canoe on an evening and just enjoying peace. She couldn’t wait. It would be perfect. Plus her cousins would be there and now that they were old enough her parents decided to go do their own vacation on a cruise for the first time. Her last exam finished and she started packing; taking out her pink tote bag she could already taste summer, but it might’ve been the watermelon lip gloss. A knock came on the bedroom door.
By Ada Zuba6 months ago in Fiction
The Lurker. Content Warning.
It's 7:50 am, this is usually the time where she stands by the window and completely unaware. I draw the curtain just a little bit, enough for me to see you. You are taking off your shirt and reveal your smooth body. I watch as you slowly strap on your bra lifting your breasts, not that it is needed. You slide on your underwear and slip into your little black dress. How much I desire you, I want all of you. Oh and there’s your husband, he’s so ungrateful to you- cheating on you with his assistant. How dare he lay his lips on you? How could he betray such a gorgeous woman? I need to protect you from him, all I want is to protect you. You deserve better, you should be with me. After you leave for work he will invite his assistant over and they’ll get at it. We’ve never spoken all I know is that your name is Rebecca but you go by Becca. Photos and I can send them to you anonymously... Yes, then you’ll see what a pig he is. I will just have to sit and wait.
By Ada Zuba7 months ago in Fiction

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Stuck on Life

Hit Restart

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My Favorite Roman Memory

Touch Grass

Through a Window

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The Thing About Summer

The Lurker. Content Warning.

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