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What the serious fuck is wrong with me? I volunteer at my city’s museum; volunteered for the Pan Am Games; volunteer as a Senior Operations Crew member for my university’s Orientation Week (frosh). And I have the nerve to feel unaccomplished, unproductive, and incompetent.
Self-Care (Mon, Aug 10th, 2015)
Dear Future Self,
As much as your past past self hates to admit it, your past self openly admits that you are, and hopefully still are, a nurturer and a guardian. You take note of people’s current states and patiently observe as their states change, watching for any salt or vinegar in their words and mannerisms.
But just because you watch over and are ready to take care of others does not mean that you should neglect watching over and taking care of yourself.
Self-care is important, and that is something you should always remember- especially if you want to be there for others.
Take care,
past me
P.S. Orientation week was all cards no bards. Presidente or die.
I’m trying to play AC: Unity in peace but my room is so stuffy. :S
I made this blog in an attempt to get more personal with tumblr. I felt that my other blogs seemed detached, so I thought that I would start fresh with this one. :)
Lean (Tues, July 21st, 2015)
Dear Future Self,
Remember that you can lean on people, and they are more than happy to let you lean on them if they are up to the task. The people in your life, those who have been with you through most of it and will be with you until the very end, won’t see your rants and vulnerabilities as annoying. They will see your bad days and offer hugs. They will see your failures and offer LOTR and Marvel marathons in exchange for your smiles and the rekindling of your ambitions. They will see you and offer you their time, because they know that you would offer yours no matter what you are going through.
Dear Future Self, hopefully the people you love currently are still the same as the people your past self loved.
Much love,
past me
How sad is it that I have a schedule for blogging on top of everything else that needs scheduling in my life?
My laptop sounds like Lucifer’s orgasms.
Rumour (Tues, Jun 9th, 2015)
Dear Future Self,
It is 2:16 in the A.M. and you’re doing an overnight shift at the one, the only, McD’s. Prior to the start of your shift a co-worker confronted you about a rumour or piece of gossip that you allegedly started- the details are sketchy even as your past self writes this, but apparently you ran your mouth about how your co-worker and another co-worker are going to be the biggest “it-couple” your establishment has ever known.
Dear Future Self, we both know that is bullshit. I, being past me, was outraged by this shitty piece of gossip, and said that was the first time I had ever heard about this rumour, and I’d let my co-worker know if another rumour caught fire and ceased to burn out. Despite all of these words, I could still feel the malice, Future Self- I wanted to make things right. Her shift ended before I could pursue the matter further.
Dear Future Self, learn to produce clear and concise sentences so you can diffuse these types of situations with more finesse.
That is all I ask,
past me
P.S. Feel better, Future Self. Feel better soon.
