Think of it as digital fingerprints.Or breadcrumbs, if you will. A beacon, a bright lightilluminating the way through the labyrinththat is/was my life.My beliefs, my desires, my dislikes and likes, my passions-all laid bare for you to see. All you have to do is put the pieces together…it will lead you down the path of this extraordinarily-lived life.
American poet Louise Glück wins Nobel literature prize
Hey there, dear readers of the page! Sorry I’ve been gone so long. I can’t promise that I will stick around. This may just be a blip on the radar, ya know?
I have been in a depressive episode of the ever-revolving bipolar ball. My anxiety jumped up some too, which is shocking, given the amount of MM I use. Anyway, I was just thinking that I haven’t had a manic episode in a while. I kind of miss the energy behind it. It is hard to get thing, well, things other than the gossamer glow of glossed over chores and over meaningless activities. All that to say – being manic can give life drive and purpose sometimes.
I had a therapy session yesterday. One of the great things to come out of it was to, instead of thinking about a thing I want to do, and letting it overwhelm me, instead, break it down into chunks of time. So, something like 30 minute blocks of doing one thing, day after day. This may sound easy to a lot of you out there, but my mental illness will not make this easy. Just as a reference, I want to relearn French so I have been using the app Duolingo. I had a 71 day run of practicing every day. Then I missed one day. That was okay, I picked back up the next. But the seed was already sewn, and while I made the next day, I skipped the day after that one, and haven’t been back since. That long story was to say, I don’t know how well I will do at this 30 minute challenge. I don’t know how motivated I am to do it. I was yesterday. Not so much today. Ho hum…
Hey there, dear readers of the page. I wanted to drop in and talk about a topic completely unrelated to my transition.
I want to combine my locs to make thicker locs. The theory is two-fold. 1: make my hair stronger and 2: make my locs thicker. Now comes the interesting part – trying to get Egg on board.
Thicker locs look sexier to me, and mine have thinned out considerably.
So, that’s my idea and that is what I am sticking to, as of now.
Hey there, dear readers of the page! Long time, no talk nor type, huh? Well, I probably won’t be around much, and really, all I wanted to do was throw down an idea here so I have it in digital storage.
My idea – a series, or even a book, magazine or something of the sort about trans women and the beards they had before shedding their male skins for good. I know I had one, and it was strange to shave it all the way down, until it was just stubble; finally, one last shave and I was clean.
Anyway, something along those lines. I think it would be fun!
With the name change, I had to update my drivers license, and when I tell you that I took the most heinous picture ever, I am not exaggerating! It is horrible! I’m contemplating losing it in about a year, so I can hopefully take another picture. It’s that bad.
The DMV said it would take up to 30 days to receive. I got it in 3. Yay for that, and now comes the hard part – getting all documents changed over into my correct name and gender.
Success! All that stress, all that worry gone in 30 minutes. I am now legal!
That’s all for now.
Name change is coming up on the 30th. Then, comes the arduous process of switching over all my documents. That part should be a drain on my mental spoons, but we’ll see.