Just had a realization I shouldāve had years ago. NYC is āthe city that never sleepsā because itās home to a higher-than-average number of artists and when have you ever met an artist with a normal sleep schedule?
I was recently reminded of a dream I had a couple months ago. I remember it vividly but itās hard to describe properly so bear with me. This might not be 100% accurate, but itās what I remember.
So I was lost in some kind of bog or swamp. It was a place full of large, bright green trees and a mix of rivers and ponds and other such things. Suddenly I stumbled into a clearing with an older woman. She asked me for my help repairing bridges and docks in the area. I happily obliged because if someone asks for help of course Iāll do what I can. So we go around splitting wood and repairing ropes and all this stuff and as I go on fixing stuff I hear her talking and she hands me the things I need for each repair. I come across a large expanse of like 5 broken planks in a rope bridge going from tree to tree that was about 10 feet from the ground. I looked behind me to where she was last speaking from and she wasnātĀ there. I peeked through the hole in the bridge and saw her standing beneath me on firmly packed earth, telling me it was safe to jump down and I did so. As I stood back to my feetĀ I heard her voice all around me.Ā āFix what you know you can with the materials you are given, then take time to gather more. This bridge looks mendable but will take more than you have and will break again once you turn around.ā And then I woke up.
I know I havenāt been posting in a while, but I thought this was important.
Since more and more people are out taking walks with this whole thing going on right now (be safe, by the way, and practice your social distancing as best you can!!) I feel like itās as good a time as any to start picking up the trash around the neighborhood! If you can, take a couple bags of some kind and a pair of gloves, plastic, gardening, or otherwise, and just pick up the garbage you see along your walk! Not only will you help the environment and the overall appearance of the area, but you can get in a more dynamic workout! The two bags in the picture above came from just 2 blocks of walking!
I know I havenāt been posting in a while, but I thought this was important.
Since more and more people are out taking walks with this whole thing going on right now (be safe, by the way, and practice your social distancing as best you can!!) I feel like itās as good a time as any to start picking up the trash around the neighborhood! If you can, take a couple bags of some kind and a pair of gloves, plastic, gardening, or otherwise, and just pick up the garbage you see along your walk! Not only will you help the environment and the overall appearance of the area, but you can get in a more dynamic workout! The two bags in the picture above came from just 2 blocks of walking!
I shared this on twitter already, but I made my baby for bards4bards! This is Brynnamiere Van Rhys (stage name Brynn Feathersong) a noble bg Aasimar who ran away to join the Ravinet and Somertide Circus Aurora. The owl on her shoulder is Pierrot and heās appointed himself as her service owl, aggressively āprotectingā her by trying to scare off rich-looking older men.
in case anyones wondering how im doing on my research proposal, about an hour ago i had the thought āwhat if you made the concept of online discourse into a warlock patronā and immediately proceeded to stop doing my time sensitive research project to write out a concept that iām 99% sure someone must have already done before
Adhd really is likeā¦ bedroom is slightly messy it would be nice to tidy it some
bedroom is very messy I really should tidy up
bedroom is chaotic I NEED to tidy but my brain says no. Why. Whyyy.
I guess Iāll just have to watch where I step in here for the rest of my life. The mess is everywhere. Iām one with the mess.
A sudden Need to Cleanā¢ makes you get the room looking like some fancy homes magazine cover, and you think āIāll never ever let it get that bad again, and thenā¦
Yeah, my body is a temple. Ancient and crumbling, with lots of random scribbles and imagery on the walls, cursed and lair to some unspeakable cosmic horror that's been buried deeply and forgotten by human history.
Sometimes, when even the act of merely existing is painful, one can become a person with something twisted or wrong about their heart--a self they didnāt intend to become.
Iāve been someone I never wanted to be for a very long time now... so long, in fact, that I think I forgot the person I truly desired to be. If I were to give up who I currently am, a person that is 2 parts bad coping mechanisms and 1 part hiding from other humans with a dash of fucked up circadian rhythm (shaken and strained into a martini glass garnished with Gay Witch Aestheticsā¢), Iād be left... empty. I know nothing of my own dreams and passions beyond faking smiles and watching shows to avoid thinking of my own feelings. I am a stranger to the self I was meant to become. But, I want--no. I need that to change. Not only for myself, but for the people I hurt along the way before I got to this point.Ā
I have no idea how Iām supposed to remember or decide who I actually want to be, but Iām hoping that writing this out, sending this prayer for my potential-future-self out into the universe, is somehow a step in the right direction.