another Sunday, another seven
1. I was supposed to be in Boston this weekend, but I waited too long to buy my ticket and the price doubled, so I had to postpone. So disappointing, but so it goes. What the hell is up with airline tickets right now? Such greed. Sure would be nice to live in a place that has high-speed rail. Best developed country in the world, my ass.
2. I applied for a director of marketing and communications position in VT last week. It was such a great exercise shaping my resume to suit the position. I’ve never been this excited about the possibility of an interview before. I’m feeling so burnt out on B2B/B2C copywriting and miss using my talents and skills to drive a mission-focused organization. When I saw the listing, just an hour after they posted it, my entire being shouted YES and I got to work on the resume immediately. Hell, I didn’t even realize I was open to a full-time job, but I sure am. Continuing to work strictly from home in the long term is not going to be sustainable for my mental health. Lort, it feels so good to admit that.
3. My latest therapy journey is more productive than any I’ve had before and I think it’s because I entered it in a space of calm readiness, looking for help moving forward. We touch on the past because that’s where the patterns originate, but I’m not sobbing my way through each session and have had one major breakthrough nearly every week. It’s helped me come unstuck and open myself to possibilities, and it sure feels as if the universe recognizes that I’m ready for change. A plan B emerged yesterday that feels true and viable if the VT org doesn’t feel I’m the right fit.
4. I noticed that with the plan B idea forming, my mind immediately tried to tell me to focus solely on that because VT is never going to happen. I spent some time talking with that voice in my head, reminding her that we don’t need to catastrophize and we can continue prepping for the interview so we put our best self forward. It’s such a relief to have words to sooth that part of me that wants to protect me from being hurt by avoiding putting myself out there. I thank her for her service all these years and let her know that I’ve got her, go ahead and sit in the back of the bus and relax and enjoy the ride.
5. During all of this, I’ve had 4 Rolfing sessions in 3 weeks and my body is changing radically. I was finally ready to take the connective tissue healing to the next level and I noticed while sitting meditation this morning that I can breathe more deeply. It feels like there’s room inside my body in a way that I don’t think I’ve ever felt before. The education I receive in these sessions is finally starting to sink in and exhibit in my daily movement. I’m so aware of how my scoliosis has been this driving force in my body for most of my life and I only last year began to address it. I am aware of my body in space, the spacious dimensionality of it, the way joy and pain exist together because I am in a body. I’m so interested to see the bones of my sternum relaxing so there isn’t such a pronounced bump at the top of my chest anymore. And now I feel it acutely when surfaces I’m interacting with are uneven - chairs, tables, floors. My body was so twisted before that I didn’t even feel it.
6. I’m writing a book about how having scoliosis that was never treated - in fact was diagnosed and summarily forgotten by everyone in my family - has shaped my life. And how beginning the healing and acceptance process 43 years later is changing the shape of both my body and my life. My spine will always be shaped like a question mark, but now I am rising to the questions it poses and exploring the possible answers.
7. All juju, vibes, mojo, good thoughts, prayers, and hire Kelly energy accepted with deep appreciation. Let’s do this thing.
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'I've never been in a dungeon before' and 'Who's Ganon?' have literally made some of the BEST reaction panels in Lu I just-
They are very similar conversations- where a Link is pointing out/asking about something that the others have experienced and they haven't. Which is really cool to compare and contrast but they all just freak out about it
Genuinely some of the best conversations in Lu
The lesson here is that apparently the Links will always be freaked out when one of them has missed out on one of the Zelda Fundamentals™
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Art by Jojo @linkeduniverse au :)
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had a conversation with my mom and now i'm curious
If unsure, go grab yourself a pencil and compare to these examples:
"Correct" ways to hold a pencil:
(if you didn't know there were names for these, yea I had no idea either until I started looking stuff up lmao)
"Wrong" ways to hold a pencil:
I'm mostly curious as someone who has always held her pencil wrong. No matter what teachers/my mom ever did to try and teach me (pencil grips, elastic bands, etc) it just never worked. I wanna know how universal this experience is hdKJH
(rb for sample size, etc etc, the usual)
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sometimes I think they put some sort of...aural drug in mediocre movies. If I played all these thoroughly middling movies in reverse, would I hear a satanic message telling me, YOU WILL BE TEMPTED BEYOND ALL REASON TO WRITE FANFIC ABOUT---YES, THE MOVIE YOU HALF-WATCHED WHILE COOKING AND ANSWERING EMAILS. YES. YES, I---YES, I'M SERIOUS. YES, THIS MOVIE. THE CHARACTERIZATION OR LACK THEREOF MAKES NO DIFFERENCE. UH HUH. MHM. YEP. LOOK, I DON'T MAKE THE RULES, I JUST WORK HERE OKAY?
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Still on my Ulder & Wyll bullshit but like
I keep thinking of Ulder Ravenguard, sending away his only son at seventeen, and years later hearing of a hero with a fine rapier and mismatched, kind eyes and manners from a storybook, and thinking, demanding surely not. that cannot be my son. my son is a devil's servant. it cannot be. i have no son.
and then after seven long years meeting Wyll again, at Wrym's Rock through a mindflayer's thrall, and feeling something like relief, not at seeing him but at this cold surety that this boy, this man, this hero of the frontiers could not be his son, because his son was not this tall and old and sure-footed, and did not have curling horns and a devil red eye, and the rumors must be wrong, and this Blade must be a stranger.
And then Wyll looks at him, with such kind eyes- his mother's eyes still, even devil-tainted- and calls him "father", and he knows, he knows, and his son is here, so much older and wearier and stronger, too, and he's a hero and a man and by gods he's a monster and by gods he's his son.
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