Coffee Date
It's crazy humid out here this morning, but that humidity skin glow isn't the worst. Lol ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
In a couple weeks I'm turning 42 and my husband and my dating anniversary is the same day as my birthday--it'll be 19 years since our first date. I'm looking forward to planning a date night and having some time just the two of us. There hasn't been much of that recently, and to be honest that's mostly on me. My husband has never been my go-to emotional support person. He provides a level of safety and security because he's very loyal and I know with absolute certainty that he loves me, so in that way he's incredibly supportive. But, he is not the person I go and talk to when I'm stressed or upset. He usually gets the abridged version after-the-fact because people/emotions aren't really his strong suit. That's always been fine because I have a wonderful support network of people who are far more emotionally adept at processing my shit with me. Unfortunately, right now, all of those people are going through their own pretty serious shit, so I'm more trying to be there for them. Somehow, in 19 years, there's not really ever been a time when I didn't really have an outlet for my own stress/emotions because always at least one of my people was around to decompress with. I'm pretty good at journaling. I'm reading Full Catastrophe Living and working on incorporating more meditation and yoga...I'm doing the whole "self care" stuff, but for the first time in 19 years, I'm definitely feeling the frustration of not having a partner who "gets" emotional exhaustion. I have definitely found myself pulling away from him a bit because of that, and I know he feels it and doesn't understand it. HE has not changed, and I recognize intellectually that it's unfair of me to be resentful, so I'm trying to find a way to address that in a way that works for both of us. I definitely have been feeling like a social worker 24/7 and that's not sustainable. Maybe it's as simple as I just need to take a day off and sleep. Maybe I'll try that. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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seeing everything about the secret lives of mormon wives is so weird to me because
1. I didn’t grow up in Utah so some of the more cultural vs. doctrinal societal norms weren’t really prevalent
2. I have very chill parents who love the religion but also know that the church institution itself is fallible and religion/practice are personal above all else
so it feels almost alien??? Like I grew up in the church, and even though I’m pagan now I still enjoy going to church with family when I’m in town and I feel up to it. I have ties there. I love a lot of the people in the ward I grew up in.
it feels like this show is talking about something I’m barely even familiar with. Idk. It’s also frustrating because I really want someone from outside of the church to take us seriously enough to do an actual deep dive into the cosmology/culture/structure and general history of the church without affirming or outright condemning all of it. There’s so much nuance in people’s relationships with church and it makes me kinda sad that we never get that.
idk I maybe need to start incorporating some Mormon characters with actual nuance into writing projects ‘cause… I’m sad sometimes lol
(also if I have to explain one more time to someone that an institution can be bad/have serious flaws without being a cult I’m going to lose it. SOME BRANCHES OF THE CHURCH FIT THE BITE MODEL. SOME DO NOT. STOP USING CULT AS A BUZZWORD. I grew up with people saying Mormonism was a cult. I also know someone who was raised in an actual cult, and trust me, the cultish-ness of lds religious practice is based on a wide variety of factors and where you live. I personally think it’s pretty rude to just tell someone you barely know that they’re in a cult with no research or sensitivity around it.)
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I feel so bad for people who've had a bad experience with therapy (had some myself so I get it) cause it's usually just a bad match-up. you just gotta find someone you mesh with and can trust. like my therapist and I legit just spent half our session coming up with a (non)legitimate plan to get me a husband by burning down an abandoned house so the firefighters can rescue me ROFL
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Well, I’m still glad that Gojo was always a character who was growing and learning at least. He’s literally one of my favorite characters of all time now. Like, he’s never been as perfect as how the fans would make him out to be despite canonically being viewed as an absolute nuisance to everyone around him (I don’t think his peers necessarily hate him but a lot of them probably hate to see him coming and the ones who’ve dealt with him long enough to consider him a friend, tolerate him and groan whenever he opens his mouth, too 😭… out of love. He’s extremely childish so there is only sm the other adults around him can take and to an extent, his students. I think the only characters in canon who adore him and their eye’s sparkle whenever he’s around, and being a silly teacher was Yuuji and Miwa (she asked him for his autograph (he’s the most famous sorcerer in the jjk world) and when she was alone, she did a little dance in the empty hallway 🥺…) from what we’ve seen even though the others still care about him, too. They just find him rather annoying, which he most definitely is. And he does it on purpose. He plays too much.)
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I hear a whisper
at the edge of my vision.
am I imagining it?
nay, I am not.
it's you.
I heard your voice as the voice of a stranger
now I know it was you all along.
but your voice is calling my name
and I wonder why
what ghost of the past
what past me
was worth remembering?
and I hear your voice calling my name
and I think
how do you know me still
I'm a shell of who I was.
how do you know me?
who am I?
if you know to call my name
does that mean I still have a name
does that mean I'm a person
that I just can't see?
everything crumbles
time tears everything down
nothing stays
but what about me?
have I lost myself
has time moved on leaving my consciousness here?
stuck beyond a time it should have faded
or been ripped, by other violent means
stayed too long and now I don't know it
I look in the mirror, there's only a stranger.
this is why I usually don't
look in the mirror.
I prefer to pretend I know myself
a pretty, but flimsy, pretence.
whenever I catch sight of myself
my words as well
I wonder whose mouth shaped those
whose fingers?
mine? but I've crumbled to dust
inside, I'm but dust:
empty, and old,
and when others look inside me
they choke.
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one thing i would be interested in, when we live somewhere nicer, is fostering a dog or two, or even dogsitting but im partial to fostering in regards to the whole allergy thing because it would be for a longer period of time without being a 12+ years commitment. but that's also something that we can't do just yet so once again all i can do is try to be patient and focus on things i have to work on myself that aren't directly related to dogs.. and my brain says that's booooring
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