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@foughttobecomeher
I’ve had shingles again twice this year.
It’s hard to feel safe in a body this unpredictable.
I’m tired of the pain. I’m tired of making plans and then wondering why I bother planning for good things when it can so easily be taken away from me.
This place feels like a neighborhood I used to live in. I hope y’all are all doing well. It’s funny to have this shared history online and not really know what happened to so many of you.
Wishing you good things in 2018.
Hey! How is everyone? I'm in bed with a cold and trying (trying!!) to slow down. It's funny- this time 3 years ago was right before Mayo. I was in bed 20ish hours a day. And now I get a cold and refuse to slow down until I've gone to all my classes. And even then I'm antsy. Life is funny. Hope y'all are well. Come say hi, ok?
I live in this robe now.
Sometimes you make it through the week by accidentally wearing two different boots to class and learning how to laugh at yourself. (at Chestnut Hill, Massachusetts)
Update: made it home. I didn't cry haha. Got the baby down- parents mentioned he has some reflux trouble, hence the crying. Which made me feel better because I'm usually so good at getting babies down! And they paid me a lot extra and apologized a million times. I'm crashing.
Respect the people you bring into your home to watch your kids y'all.
I wrote all day. Then I went to babysit. The family said they'd be back by 11:30. They texted just now that they're waiting on a uber from Boston... which is 30 minutes + from where they live, and then I have a 15 minute drive home. The baby has been up for an hour. Screaming. And I've done everything. And I'm good with babies. And I have another full day of writing tomorrow. I'm trying so hard not to cry right now.
Also, for the record.
I accidentally fell in love with stupid Massachusetts.
Graduate school is so hard.
And I can feel it in my body. It’s tense muscles from sleeping worried. It’s a migraine in class that wants to knock me flat, but I can’t miss so I stay and go to bed at 8:30, only to wake up at 6am so I can do the paper edits I needed to do last night. It’s chronic pain that reminds me that I’m overdoing it over and over, and a brain that refuses to listen. It’s Crohn’s reminding me I’m not invincible whenever it wants. It’s giving up coffee on the busiest week of the semester to try and give my poor body a break. And immediate regret on giving up coffee. It’s trying to find the balance between listening to my body and doing what has to get done.
It’s playing harder than I ever have because I just need to feel like more than the reading and the papers. And because I want to, damn it. It’s kissing someone new but knowing that has to be it because I nearly fell asleep the last time someone came over. Whoops. I’m too tired for this. It’s kissing another someone new because he’s cute and why not. It’s shopping too much and taking too much time to get ready... and feeling the prettiest I’ve felt in years. It’s great new friends who make me laugh and support me and love me. It’s the best new city. It’s figuring out who I am here and now.
It’s work I love. Work I dreamed about. Work I can’t imagine replacing with anything else. It’s dreaming up therapeutic interventions with emojis that I know my client will love. It’s going to an extra conference on a Saturday because I can’t wait to know more. It’s feeling more productive and more wholly myself than ever. It’s pride in handling the stress and exhaustion. It’s excitement for every day.
It’s exhausting. I love it. I hate it. I love it.
I might be back? I need to get some thoughts out y’all. Stay tuned for a ranty text post.
Cheesing like we actually got a spring break. (at Boston, Massachusetts)
May just have to quit grad school and become a pastry chef instead (at The Langham, Boston)
I think it’s time.
I always felt like I’d know. When I could walk away from this.
And I feel like I’m getting there. I don’t want to need an audience, or wait for approval on things.
So maybe it’s a break or maybe it’s the end. I’ll probably still browse and check in on friends here but I’m not sure I want to post anything personal any more.
This has been a home for me for so long, but I think I’ve got to make some changes.
If you want to be able to reach me otherwise- reach out.
<3 All my love.
What's one good thing that happened this week?
I asked for something I wanted despite feeling hesitant and got better results than I had anticipated. Which is always nice!
