Life is defined by our chosen perspective
Life is full of twists and turns and bumps and hills.. Often when we discuss life we tend to gravitate towards those trying, tough, hard, and desperate times.. as we tell our story we talk of survival, perseverance, overcoming, and deliverance.. Why do you think we go there? Is it because we have more of this experiences than others? Could it be that the negatives have impacted us more? What if it’s based on what resonates with others? We all have struggled and we all have been in the valley and so we find agreement and camaraderie in the trials and battles. Dare I direct our hearts toward life’s other side.. ?
Recently, my Jess and our two younger children, Jasper, (17) and Jaycie (16) traveled to Hot Springs for a basketball game. We decided to leave early because we could go downtown and walk around to enjoy the beauty, history, and peacefulness that is special to us. While walking around enamored and excited about the cool, fall, evening we encountered two different street musicians .. one with a guitar and a vulgar quote taped to his mic stand and the other playing trumpet poorly while sitting on a bench. They were a mere few hundred feet apart.. I noticed that many who passed the guitar guy were reading the vulgar quote.. they would laugh or smile and give change or a few $1 bills.. then, just as many, would raise eyebrows at the poorly played trumpet guy and walk on by.. Did you notice what I didn’t comment on at all, so far? The guitar guy’s playing…! That because I never heard him play! He was just standing there… but because he made people laugh or smile he was receiving far more positive attention. The guy on the bench, attempting to play a trumpet was not connecting with hearts.. he was annoying ears. My family passed the guitarist and my kids nor wife even acknowledged his existence. I’m sure they saw him and read his quote, but they chose to avoid the trap. As we approached the trumpeter I saw facial expressions change and quickly force themselves expressionless as they walked by. Then we all stopped and Jess reached for her purse… I was feeling the same thing and so I reached out and took the money she had pulled from her wallet, I trotted back down to the trumpeter and dropped the cash in his trumpet case.. He paused mid song and said “Thank ya” I smiled and said “No, thank you!”
You see my kids and wife had chosen what to give their attention too.. they chose to invest in poorly done good rather than better done bad. Satan knows how to keep us connecting to bad. He presents it and we connect with it. God had given us plenty of positive, good, inspiring, life to talk about, focus on, and even glorify Him for.. but truly we can just choose to focus on what is best for our souls and minds. Even if the presentation isn’t as pretty as Satan’s deception!
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Hello everyone,
i, again, have a problem.
I can’t remember when, but someone posted about their fanfics that they deleted off ao3 with the link to a Google drive folder with them all as pdf. I remember I only read one of them and now I cannot stop thinking of it, but for the life of me I can’t find the post or anything about the fanfics anywhere.
I believe the name was Where Your Heart Is by anhcor and tvshows_addict (I think)
If anyone could add me in the post or send me the link to the drive or anything I would be so so grateful because I remember I cried and it was so beautifully written and I didn’t even read any of the other stories :(
thank you <3
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British producers be like:
THEM: "We love this! Let us put our heads together and get back to you early next week!"
SIX MONTHS LATER
UNPAID INTERN FOR THAT COMPANY: "Everyone you spoke to has been sacked, we hate you fuck off."
American producers be like:
THE MOST IMPORTANT PERSON YOU'VE EVER MET:
Hey kiddo do you wanna meet The Rock? Do you wanna meet Margot Robbie? Do you want to fuck my wife? I can't give you a job but gosh darn it you've got moxxy, let me put you in touch with Doug Bigcheese, the biggest producer in Hollywood!
DOUG BIGCHEESE, EMAILING YOU BACK WITHIN 20 MINUTES:
Hey kiddo, that guy said you're awesome! Lemme ask round town and in the meantime you can live in my house borrow my car and by the way have you met my wife?!
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imagine if after the transmigration shen qingqiu became a combination of shen yuan and shen jiu, not in a "second person living in my head" kind of way, but a "this house is haunted and carries the echoes of the dead" kind of way; imagine shen yuan having nightmares about a house, a fire, a faceless boy behind a door he can't remember; imagine him having flashes of emotions he doesn't understand, rage at a name he doesn't recognize, helplessness when yue qingyuan apologizes for something he won't mention, nausea when ning yingying says the name "a-luo"; imagine parts of his own self have changed too, how he now likes bows in his hair, pretty flowers and flowing robes, but can no longer stand a stranger's touch, a man's touch, yet he longs for the brothels, but never sexually, only fondly, like there's something there he misses. there are many empty spaces in his heart where he feels something is missing
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so one of the things that's so horrifying about birth control is that you have to, like, navigate this incredibly personal choice about your body and yet also face the epitome of misogyny. like, someone in the comments will say it wasn't that bad for me, and you'll be utterly silenced. like, everyone treats birth control like something that's super dirty. like, you have no fucking information or control over this thing because certain powerful people find it icky.
first it was the oral contraceptives. you went on those young, mostly for reasons unrelated to birth control - even your dermatologist suggested them to control your acne. the list of side effects was longer than your arm, and you just stared at it, horrified.
it made you so mentally ill, but you just heard that this was adulthood. that, yes, there are of course side effects, what did you expect. one day you looked up yasmin makes me depressed because surely this was far too intense, and you discovered that over 12,000 lawsuits had been successfully filed against the brand. it remains commonly prescribed on the open market. you switched brands a few times before oral contraceptives stopped being in any way effective. your doctor just, like, shrugged and said you could try a different brand again.
and the thing is that you're a feminist. you know from your own experience that birth control can be lifesaving, and that even when used for birth control - it is necessary healthcare. you have seen it save so many people from such bad situations, yourself included. it is critical that any person has access to birth control, and you would never suggest that we just get rid of all of it.
you were a little skeeved out by the implant (heard too many bad stories about it) and figured - okay, iud. it was some of the worst pain you've ever fucking experienced, and you did it with a small number of tylenol in your system (3), like you were getting your bikini line waxed instead of something practically sewn into your body.
and what's wild is that because sometimes it isn't a painful insertion process, it is vanishingly rare to find a doctor that will actually numb the area. while your doctor was talking to you about which brand to choose, you were thinking about the other ways you've been injured in your life. you thought about how you had a suspicious mole frozen off - something so small and easy - and how they'd numbed a huge area. you thought about when you broke your wrist and didn't actually notice, because you'd thought it was a sprain.
your understanding of pain is that how the human body responds to injury doesn't always relate to the actual pain tolerance of the person - it's more about how lucky that person is physically. maybe they broke it in a perfect way. maybe they happened to get hurt in a place without a lot of nerve endings. some people can handle a broken femur but crumble under a sore tooth. there's no true way to predict how "much" something actually hurts.
in no other situation would it be appropriate for doctors to ignore pain. just because someone can break their wrist and not feel it doesn't mean no one should receive pain meds for a broken wrist. it just means that particular person was lucky about it. it should not define treatment.
in the comments of videos about IUDs, literally thousands of people report agony. blinding, nauseating, soul-crushing agony. they say things like i had 2 kids and this was the worst thing i ever experienced or i literally have a tattoo on my ribs and it felt like a tickle. this thing almost killed me or would rather run into traffic than ever feel that again.
so it's either true that every single person who reports severe pain is exaggerating. or it's true that it's far more likely you will experience pain, rather than "just a pinch." and yet - there's nothing fucking been done about it. it kind of feels like a shrug is layered on top of everything - since technically it's elective, isn't it kind of your fault for agreeing to select it? stop being fearmongering. stop being defensive.
you fucking needed yours. you are almost weirdly protective of it. yours was so important for your physical and mental health. it helped you off hormonal birth control and even started helping some of your symptoms. it still fucking hurt for no fucking reason.
once while recovering from surgery, they offered you like 15 days of vicodin. you only took 2 of them. you've been offered oxy for tonsillitis. you turned down opioids while recovering from your wisdom tooth extraction. everything else has the option. you fucking drove yourself home after it, shocked and quietly weeping, feeling like something very bad had just happened. the nurse that held your hand during the experience looked down at you, tears in her eyes, and said - i know. this is cruelty in action.
and it's fucked up because the conversation is never just "hey, so the way we are doing this is fucking barbaric and doctors should be required to offer serious pain meds" - it's usually something around the lines of "well, it didn't kill you, did it?"
you just found out that removing that little bitch will hurt just as bad. a little pinch like how oral contraceptives have "some" serious symptoms. like your life and pain are expendable or not really important. like maybe we are all hysterical about it?
hysteria comes from the latin word for uterus, which is great!
you stand here at a crossroads. like - this thing is so important. did they really have to make it so fucking dangerous. and why is it that if you make a complaint, you're told - i didn't even want you to have this in the first place. we're told be careful what you wish for. we're told that it's our fault for wanting something so illict; we could simply choose not to need medication. that maybe if we don't like the scraps, we should get ready to starve.
we have been saying for so long - "i'm not asking you to remove the option, i'm asking you to reconsider the risk." this entire time we hear: well, this is what you wanted, isn't it?
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