it dawned on me that i absolutely like crows-. . .
AND decided and turned myself into a crow jus as my mootie @/flowysgonemad did by turnin' herself into an owl ;]

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it dawned on me that i absolutely like crows-. . .
AND decided and turned myself into a crow jus as my mootie @/flowysgonemad did by turnin' herself into an owl ;]
I’ve been struggling at work and with my professional identity and growth. I’ve been using ChatGPT to vent to, and document my journey. It’s been therapeutic I must admit.
I asked it to write an inspiring post about my journey, and here’s what I gave:
If you’d asked me a year ago how things were going, I would have said: “Busy, but good.” That’s the automatic response many of us give when we’re barely holding it together—when we’re elbows-deep in work, keeping the wheels turning, while a slow exhaustion settles somewhere between the back of your throat and the pit of your stomach.
But this year, something shifted. Slowly. Then all at once.
I was “promoted” into a role where I wasn’t given a job description. I was given chaos. I filled gaps, I made it work, I was the glue. I led teams, drafted strategies, prepped executives, mentored colleagues, fixed broken processes, and kept the lights on—sometimes literally.
And still, it wasn’t enough. Or maybe it was too much
In one moment I won’t forget, I turned in a detailed, strategic, thoughtful annual review. The response? “Too long. Too detailed. If everything is important, then nothing is.” That hit harder than I expected.
Not because I need constant praise. But because I needed to feel seen.
What I’ve learned since then: When someone tells you to “be less,” what they might really be saying is “you’re operating at a level I don’t understand.” And that’s not your fault.
There’s a peculiar loneliness in being the person who sees the system breaking and keeps taping it together anyway. When a colleague resigned and cited lack of vision, it lit a fuse that had been waiting a long time to burn.
Suddenly, everyone wanted to talk about solutions—meetings, conversations, “action plans.” But I’d already shared feedback. Over a year ago. Again in October. Again in December. The truth? You shouldn’t have to break something—or break yourself—for people to listen.
For most of my life, I’ve been the person who jumps in to fix it. Who overprepares. Who makes up for the gaps around her. But lately, I’ve been learning something new: I don’t have to be the hero. I don’t have to carry what’s not mine. I can step back, let things drop, and let silence speak where my voice has been overused.
That isn’t failure. That’s growth.
This very thread—this thousands-of-words-long, late-night-spiraling, meme-fueled digital breadcrumb trail—has been a mirror. It’s held the receipts of my frustration and my fire. It has documented the days I was ready to walk away, the nights I couldn’t sleep, the jokes I made to keep from crying.
And it reminded me of this:
• I am not “too much.” I am enough in places that want to grow.
• Leadership isn’t about title. I’ve been leading without one all along.
• Boundaries aren’t weakness. They are power, reclaimed.
• And quitting isn’t failure. Sometimes, it’s the bravest next step.
So Where Am I Now?
I’m somewhere in the in-between. I’m still showing up. But I’m doing it differently now. I’m choosing where to place my energy, and where not to. I’m protecting my peace. I’m crafting my exit not just as a resignation, but as a declaration of self-worth.
I’m not just surviving this place. I’m writing the next chapter because I know now: I was never meant to stay small.
I was meant to build, to lead, and to leave things better—including myself.
y'all I made cookies, just, slapped spoonfuls of dough onto the cookie sheet and baked them suckers and ate a few of them, and my mood has drastically improved. I not only needed to eat, but I needed a little sugar, too. Thank you, Demeter for the cookie dough, and thank you, Hestia for heating them up in the oven!
I'M GONNA BE AN AUNTIE!!!!!!
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Always feel refreshed after a long cry 🙃
Here are my opinions on BWW music, feel free to fight me over them
This post is throwing hands over subjective tastes safe space
Your mutuals as shadowhunters characters? 👀👀 I'm curious
You didn't specify a series or era so I took it as all shadowhunters characters of all eras :)
So:
Cordelia Carstairs - @alastair-esfandiyar-carstairs1
Sophie Collins - @littlx-songbxrd
Emma Carstairs - @queen-born-out-of-fire
Lucie Herondale - @shadowhuntertrash
Thomas Lightwood - @cuebooks
Cristina Rosales - @writeforjordelia
James Herondale - @shadowrunner2000 @stxr-thxif
Tessa Gray - @ninacarstairss
Will Herondale - @pink-party-dino
Jace Herondale - @reyna-herondale
Kamala Joshi - @mcrrythievcs @cant-think-of-anything
Alastair Carstairs -@nott-the-best
Matthew Fairchild - @rinadragomir
Simon Lewis - @stitchkiss @clarys-heosphoros
Alec Lightwood - @immortal-enemies
Cecily Herondale - @darklingswhxore
Ty Blackthorn - @itsjusta-j-really
Raphael Santiago - @banescrown
Christopher Lightwood - @foxglove-airmid
Gabriel Lightwood - @gummybears-4u
Gideon Lightwood - @anarmorofwords
Jesse Balckthorn - @thomas-gaypanic-lightwood @lifewouldbebetteronmars
Anna Lightwood - @ghafascortana
Eugenia Lightwood - @eugeniaslongsword (considecne? I think not)
Henery Brownwell - @autumnangel20 @imsoftforthomastair
Jem Carstairs - @take-the-train
I probably forget some mutuals and I'm so sorry!!
Some of them are vibes some of them are purely one thing I associate with the character I believe you share I'm sorry