Watch Winnie the Pooh while baking mini pumpkin chocolate chip muffins. Finish Chapter 6 in Counselors & The Law. 30 minute tidy of the living room. Read Chapter 10 of Counselors & the Law. 30 minute tidy of the bathroom. Read in The Psychotherapy Documentation Primer. *BREAK : hot chocolate or tea and reading The Shack with a stuffed animal* Read articles for Alcohol & Drug Counseling & write response! Emailing with music to lower stress levels. DINNER, SELF-CARE, AND MOAR READING IF NECESSARY.
Here’s a sure-fire way to know that you hate women: when an incident of intimate partner violence in which a man knocks a woman unconscious gains national attention and every question or comment you think to make has to do with her behavior, you really hate women. Like, despise.
There is no other explanation. There is no “I need all the facts.” There is no excuse. You hate women. Own it.
Now, you probably don’t believe you hate women. You probably honestly think you’re being an objective observer whose only interest is the truth. You are delusional.
We have this problem in our discourse around the most important challenges we face where we feel we have to be “fair to both sides.” But sometimes, one of those sides is subjugation and oppression. If you’re OK with legitimizing that side in the interest of “fairness,” you’re essentially saying you’re OK with oppression as a part of the human condition. That’s some hateful shit.
I’m making mini mint chocolate chip cupcakes in my kitchen wearing a huge t-shirt from my uncle and listening to my “home” playlist on Pandora and next up I’m making a really good stovetop mac and cheese from scratch that we like and just yeah
Listening to music that soothes me or makes me happy. Writing out my feelings or working on a story. Reading a good book. Chatting with trusted friends, either IRL or online.
Definitely music, especially on a long walk. A soak in the tub every week while reading a book with good music in the background. Candles. Treating myself to something I want to eat like gelato.
Using my commute time as self-care time. I either sing, listen to Harry Potter, or practice Swiss-German with educational CDs. Taking steps (slowly…) to make my apartment a pleasant space to be in. Staying on top of organization so I don’t panic. Lighting a candle. Using body butter after my shower and then being able to smell the scent all day. Reading for pleasure. Going to church.
“But then you’ve never heard, ‘Spokane Spokane, it’s a great place for meth!’”—After showing David a video of New York New York (A Helluva Town) from On The Town (who doesn’t know that song?! gah), this is what he said
“So hard to find my way, now that I’m all on my own”—
Van Morrison, Brown Eyed Girl
So Daddy used to sing Brown Eyed Girl to me and we would dance to it together and I was driving home today, I think I was in Martinsville, feeling pretty good because I loved staffing this morning and it was a good day at my site and I’m a good driver and was only 30 minutes from home on a Friday night and I turned on the radio and BAM. That specific line was the first thing I heard and then I got to experience tearing up while driving and being like EYES, NO, I HAVE TO SEE.
Daddy I miss you so fucking much and I want you here.
I want to have friends. I mean friends I see in my real life. I miss you guys. I miss Peter and Linds and Ruth and Nia and Matt and Tiff and Jenny — people I hung out with in Oregon. It was one thing to spend a year in New York mostly alone because I had Mom and Pip, and I was so focused on weight restoration and the REST that came with recovery. But now I…I miss talking to people face to face. I miss not feeling miserable and over-stretched and overwhelmed. I am constantly dying in some kind of existential adulthood grad school debt anxiety fest. I want out.
I’m sure there are many, many other good sources of information on the ground; hopefully, people will reblog with links to them.
For an overview of what’s happened in Ferguson, Missouri since police shot and killed an unarmed teenager named Michael Brown who was about to begin college, this New York Times story has some background. You can also read about the story in the LA Times, and there are live updates at the St. Louis Post-Dispatch.