feelings don't dictate. belief does.
putting this up here for my own archive. but i am once again reiterating that it does not matter how you feel.
you can feel confident as fuck and still believe you're gonna fail a test.
you can feel like dogshit about going on stage and delivering a speech and still believe you're gonna fucking kill it.
i can feel like i need to do more to get my perfect life. i can feel like i'm not being consistent enough. i can feel like there's something i'm not doing right.
but i will still, always choose to believe that it is done. i will always choose to believe that i've already got it. i will always choose to believe that no matter how i feel, i am living my dream life.
that is it. feel how you need to feel.
be sad; you feel like you "don't see it."
be upset; it feels like its "taking forever."
be mad; you feel you aren't "doing enough."
then when you've processed what you feel. get right back to what you believe.
be happy; you believe that it's already accomplished in the 4d and is yours.
be overjoyed; you believe that you are a master manifestor who gets shit instantly.
be ecstatic; you believe everything you do is perfect. you can do no wrong. manifesting is the easiest thing in the world to you.
rant:
i get upset with myself sometimes. its been infinitely better now than even a few months ago, but i often felt like if i don't remember to persist or affirm or wtvr then im losing sight of my end goal, my manifestation.
i feel down when i wake up and "don't see my perfect life" and it sucks. i have bad days; so do many other folks on this app. but when i read and see from other blogs that feelings aren't the end all be all of my manifestation journey. it makes me so fucking happy.
so i may feel these things from time to time. but now, i can always choose to just not believe it. i can choose to believe that i've always been living my dream life. i can choose to believe that i don't need to remember to affirm and visualize everyday because i'm already perfect. i believe that no matter how much i feel like i need to do smth, it only matters that its already been decided.
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I agonized over which to pick because I just want to ask about all your fics in progress!! I narrowed it down to two and that's just going to have to be ok
the world is staged and the script is set (you cannot change the ending)
Jukeboxes and Maple Syrup
its very funny you pick those two because those like. two of the only three on that list that ISNT lord huron related lmao. those are both hatchetfield fics ive started in secret. regardless those are the main ones im working on right now SO
the world is staged and the script is set (you cannot change the ending) is a fic based on the ending of TGWDLM where like. you know how in the credits where Emma starts begging the audience for help? and like. you know how in TTO how the audience is also referred to by Bliklotep's title? soooo the fic is the ending but i throw him in the mix and ramp the already existing horror of "begging for help and being ignored a cheering crowd" by going "realizing said crowd has been treating your suffering and death as a source of amusement right before you die". only fun times in hatchetfield
"She stumbles to the edge of the stage. The stitches in her leg have come undone and there’s blood seeping through the bandage. That is real. Emma is real, and she needs to help right now."
Jukeboxes and Maple Syrup is a fic that takes place directly after the end of Yellow Jacket that focuses on Daniel and Sophia like. right after the ending. we dont really see them after the Otho fight and we still have no clue is Sophia is even ALIVE and also i miss them dearly. the fic mostly focuses on Daniel trying not to have a panic attack in Miss Retros because one friend is missing after almost dying and the other is in the hospital after also almost maybe dying and he doesn't really know what to do. Not a whole lot of plot it's mostly him trying to deal with that whole. mess. luckily he's got Miss Holloway and Duke to make things a bit easier (responsible adults? in MY hatchetfield? its honestly only these two but its better than nothing)
"He feels so stupid. Sophia is in the hospital and she might never wake up. Hannah is missing and could be kidnapped or dead or worse. And he’s just sitting here in a cozy diner with pancakes and orange juice, and Hannah’s Jacket but not Hannah and not Sophia."
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this isn't meant to like. make you give your opinion on Discourse™️ or anything I just wanted to ask, but I keep seeing people upset about taylor dating mr. 1975 and I can't figure out if it's bc he's a terrible person or just a greasy alcoholic 😭😭😭 do you know what's up with that guy??? like on one hand I like not knowing things about celebs and I should keep it that way. but also
i, unfortunately, do know what's up with that guy and it's that he's said something problematic about every faction of society at least once. for me i have some weird, reluctant fondness for him because he is just a train wreck and he's such a twat all the time that at least it's nondiscriminating, and i also like that when he sings about mental illness it's bc he's actually BEEN THERE and been publicly a mess bc of it and been addicted to drugs and acted like a dick, and he ACKNOWLEDGES THAT, but also at no point am i gonna jump on the 'he's an amazing person' parade bc generally he is just a sleazy idiot. it is weird watching people suddenly dragging up every single thing he's ever said to be like 'look! this is why he's bad for our tay tay!' when the running joke with matty healy is that he's just a prick. like u dont need to expose his moral fibre. u can just say he's a prick. and also as funny as the jokes are she's still a grown woman who's been around the block a few times when it comes to dating. i think she will be okay maybe
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sleepover saturday talk about your biggest beef during any music rehearsals
anytime my instrument decides to go out of adjustment in the middle of a fucking rehearsal. last year a bridge pad fell off right before the fucking solo in tchaik 1 and NOTHING would speak whatsoever. fucking half a millimeter thick piece of cork ruined my entire night. or that time i had to play english horn on romeo & juliet overture and they gave me an instrument with a massive crack in the top joint. like what exactly do you expect me to do with this? hum my part?
UH but actually most of my shittiest memories in music rehearsals were from student music directing the shows at my high school. because when you're the only kid in the school who can play piano well enough to accompany an entire show's rehearsal process you get put in charge of running shit in 10th grade. but also when you're in 10th grade literally nobody respects you, including your classmates, so even when the actual directors tell everyone to listen to you when you're running the music rehearsals and trying to teach the ensemble their parts, fucking nobody pays attention, and you waste 10 hours of your life every week for three months wondering why you subject yourself to this bullshit every year
and the show/music was never worth it either lol. like i wasted so much of my life on fucking hairspray. never doing that again! call me when there's an oboe part or don't call me at all
[ask meme]
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