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Alive, full of pancakes, and grateful that the cat that we didn't notice get out a couple of nights ago, was waiting there in the morning, really happy to get back inside.  Really, really grateful for that.

The cats are all doing well-  the newest boy is spoiled rotten and enjoying it-  pretty sure he's already learned the word 'cheese' as well as Rai's favorite name for him "Pippet"

But only if she says it.

Otherwise, doing good in the battle against cleaning that had stacked up a bit when we were going to the rescue every day.  It's
 a real relief to feel like I'm making progress on things. 

I need to decide an an art to focus on again too-  I've picked up and put down sketching, oil paints, pastels, papercrafting and origami over the years, and I never seem to settle.  I'd like to get good at just one thing so-  things to think about.

I'm trying to reach out to people online too.  I'm pretty terrible at keeping things going-  I wish there was a button I could hit "paying attention, but nothing clever to say".  Acknowledging the things that stress me as well, and trying to deal with them.  Basically trying to become more aware of my shortcomings so I can make some personal progress.

And related to the art I guess... I want to figure out even maybe a small goal/focus in life.  I don't need to be better than anyone at it, I just want to enjoy doing it.  I want to have a passion but I don't know how to go about doing it.

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There is an ongoing trend where keeping up with any sort of social connections, even as faint as DW, fall easily by the wayside. I might argue, for the sake of seeming a bit more like a normal human being, that it's because we have been insanely busy. And while that would be true, it is not the actual reason.

Honestly, it feels as if there is very little to offer out to the world at large. No point of view, no rant, no pleasant thought that does not feel like shouting into the void. Sometimes though, I think the void needs to be shouted at- and some things need to be written out to feel real.

((Also prefaced for brief talk about dysphoria/binding/packing.  If it bothers anyone, we can tag these entries))

Oh god this rambled on )
This is getting away again.

I think the point was that the things we all struggle with every day can seem small and manageable some days/weeks/months- and utterly consume us on others. Don't be afraid to do what you have to treat them, or reach out for support. It's not 'small', it's not 'pathetic' to have issues that sometimes peak out. No more pathetic than carrying around 75 pounds for weeks, and occasionally finding you have to set it down or catch your breath.

Look for the weights when you're feeling overwhelmed, and figure out how to take a break. It's important.
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It's hard to think of a reason to write out a journal when it's been so long since I've really used one, but if I go any more self-hermitting I'm going to have to go climb on top of a telephone pole and live there instead. (That's what hermits do, right?)

It's no so much that I don't want to interact with people, as I'm not quite sure what I have to offer. My time lately consists of experiments in the kitchen, tidying the house and having my toes gnawed on by a cat so black I think he's part of the original void.

So holding up my half of the conversation is mostly "Nothing new going on. Covered in flour. Brb, the cat threw me down the stairs." I'm interested in other people and what they're doing, but generally they want more than thoughtful noises while they monologue.

I do really good thoughtful noises.

I think I just need a good recharge. Need to get some good sleep under my belt so I stop feeling so existentially tired and can actually /do/ the awesome stuff at my fingertips. Two snakes, a leopard gecko- endless amounts of paper and glue for papercrafting, art supplies, writing, socializing online-

There's so much I know I can enjoy, I just need to get the energy to /do/ so.
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Rather than just another *dusting off* post- because I've done way too many of those in the past, for way too many different sites, I'm just going to start this all over again. I'll have to check old posts to see if they still fit /me/, but for now, lesse-

I'm the kind of idiot that can juggle washing a sink full of knives while I toss dough onto a hot skillet with a cat twining around my legs, but I'll burn my hand on a tortilla I just made because I want to gloat to myself about how pillowy soft it is.

I've got an amazing amount of books loaded onto my kindle, and even though I'm a failure at charging it, I still have to carry it around with me because books are /important/.

Normally I'd just say that I'm a cranky old man because my hair is more than half grey by now, but if I left it at that no one would understand my posts whining about cramps and bleeding one week out of the month. So, an old cranky transman that whines entirely too much but gets away with it because his amazing significant other @Oraien agrees that it's cruel that nature has subjected him to this even though she has to go through the same thing.

She was also very sympathetic when I accidentally bit down on a stink bug, and really, can it get any more real than that?

Turns out I have way too much free space in the headspace (haha, I'm so word clever) so it's rented out to a buncha other dudes and ladies that run around having more amazing adventures than I do, but occasionally help me remember that I need to pick garbage bags up at the store because if I forget it again, I'm just going to strip the pillowcases off our pillows and use those instead.

I adore talking to people, but hermit myself at the same time because being consistant is entirely out of style (and because I am, in fact, a rock and sometimes am buried under other rocks). Comments, questions, compliments and sass are all readily accepted- though if you push me over the sass limit, @Oraien might be annoyed to have to restrict for the rest of the month.

Blahblah- I should go and update my interests on this place- oh and some icons- blah.


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