ERIKA MATIC

I just think about things and write them down

About Me

I’ve been “writing” since I was a kid–nothing groundbreaking, just a series of profound musings and deeply philosophical stories that absolutely no one asked for. Writing was my way of processing life’s ever-so-complex challenges, like deciding which cereal to eat or whether or not I should wear socks with sandals.

After abandoning the glamorous world of journalism (because who needs deadlines and actual reporting?), I ventured into the glittering utopia of digital marketing, where “creativity” is mostly about fitting a million keywords into a 200-character tweet. This blog, however, is my rebellious escape–a tiny sanctuary where I can pretend to write something meaningful without an algorithm breathing down my neck.

Here, I’ll share my musings on the universal struggles we all face: the daily existential crises, the confusing whirlpool of thoughts, and those delightful moments when you accidentally step on a Lego in the dark. It’s not art, it’s not profound–it’s just me being a human.

Glad you’re here–or at least mildly intrigued. Let’s see what happens. If you’re looking to publish something of mine for some inexplicable reason, you can reach me at erika.zimprich@gmail.com.

  • The Power of Being Different

    I have always felt out of place – within my family, at school, and later in life. My view of the world was uniquely my own. I never blindly agreed…

  • Why Lack of Appreciation Can Kill Workplace Motivation

    Before starting my own firm, I changed jobs multiple times. In each role, I encountered the same issue – lack of appreciation for my hard work. I wasn’t looking for…

  • 40

    What I think,You do.When I can’t,You can. Two lives,The same as one.From us,Third Came. Easy,Hard,Fun,Sad. We have it all.But so much more to come.You know when something is perfect?Just right?…

  • Why Lolita’s Status as a Classic Sparks Debate

    I love to read, so I naturally seek out books I haven’t read yet. On many lists of literary classics, I repeatedly came across “Lolita” by Vladimir Nabokov. Intrigued, I…

  • Little Things

    Look around you, Can you see all the little things? Warm weather, but not too warm.Season’s changing.  Life growing, Without slowing, Days passing, Without stopping.  Stop thinking, Stop criticising, Stop judging, Just stop.  Live.  Because later it will…

  • When Memories Are All We Have

    A memory can be powerful enough to transport us – back to a moment filled with joy, to a bittersweet goodbye, or even to the smallest, simplest interactions that leave…