Thwart Hoarding
fngnfhf stuff has happened
- no word yet on that one agency offer. but i have no idea the timeline on that and also! today it will have only been a week. That's. That is no time at all. (It feels like a long time.)
- I took a multimedia class and got to play with fancy paper and i made a HEELAND COO, hang on i'll take a picture 'cause I'm kind of proud of it
(I basically had to confiscate all the orange paper to make him, then did the best I could with adding fluff--most of the paper was silk so it just involved shredding it with my bare fingers (this took all day (art is exhausting)))
- my grandma had some pretty severe dizziness on Saturday that persisted into Sunday morning, at which point I told her I was driving her to the hospital in twenty minutes whether she was changed out of her sweatpants or not. (She changed. And insisted we lint-roller her pants to remove dog hairs.) She spent the night there Sunday so they could run a bunch of tests, and because she was still dizzy--all of the bad stuff got checked off as a 'no,' so their best guess is a medication clash. She seems to be doing a lot better, but she doesn't want to drive, which means I'll play chauffeur/juggler to get her home today, which is fine.
- Sunday after the hospital I drove into town with writing club to see the Last Performance Ever (In The Entire World) of Mary Poppins, the broadway play. The execution of it was gorgeous. The actual content of the play was...less so. And not just because it's aimed at kids.
- Tension headache yesterday, exacerbated by stressing over the way one of writing club had behaved on Sunday. It's fine now, she apologized and we worked out ways to keep that from happening again (COMMUNICATION!!!), but that's where the title of this post comes from:
Thwart Hoarding. It's a phrase I've just made up (I'm v. proud.) But it's when you start collecting all the little annoying things you would've normally been able to shrug off in a better mood, and they build and build into a giant ball of suck.
I'm pretty sure everyone does this. So thwart hoarding. It's a thing. Recognizing that you're doing it is the first step to stopping, because step next is to ask yourself why, and then, would this bug me as much on a good day. Deep breath. Unclench your fist around the thing you think is thwarting your happiness. Go find the thing that's actually making you unhappy. Address it. Allow your friends to distract you from it.
Because your other option is keeping yourself in a state of seething misery and taking it out on people who don't deserve being punished for failing a test they didn't know you'd given them.
- no word yet on that one agency offer. but i have no idea the timeline on that and also! today it will have only been a week. That's. That is no time at all. (It feels like a long time.)
- I took a multimedia class and got to play with fancy paper and i made a HEELAND COO, hang on i'll take a picture 'cause I'm kind of proud of it
(I basically had to confiscate all the orange paper to make him, then did the best I could with adding fluff--most of the paper was silk so it just involved shredding it with my bare fingers (this took all day (art is exhausting)))
- my grandma had some pretty severe dizziness on Saturday that persisted into Sunday morning, at which point I told her I was driving her to the hospital in twenty minutes whether she was changed out of her sweatpants or not. (She changed. And insisted we lint-roller her pants to remove dog hairs.) She spent the night there Sunday so they could run a bunch of tests, and because she was still dizzy--all of the bad stuff got checked off as a 'no,' so their best guess is a medication clash. She seems to be doing a lot better, but she doesn't want to drive, which means I'll play chauffeur/juggler to get her home today, which is fine.
- Sunday after the hospital I drove into town with writing club to see the Last Performance Ever (In The Entire World) of Mary Poppins, the broadway play. The execution of it was gorgeous. The actual content of the play was...less so. And not just because it's aimed at kids.
- Tension headache yesterday, exacerbated by stressing over the way one of writing club had behaved on Sunday. It's fine now, she apologized and we worked out ways to keep that from happening again (COMMUNICATION!!!), but that's where the title of this post comes from:
Thwart Hoarding. It's a phrase I've just made up (I'm v. proud.) But it's when you start collecting all the little annoying things you would've normally been able to shrug off in a better mood, and they build and build into a giant ball of suck.
I'm pretty sure everyone does this. So thwart hoarding. It's a thing. Recognizing that you're doing it is the first step to stopping, because step next is to ask yourself why, and then, would this bug me as much on a good day. Deep breath. Unclench your fist around the thing you think is thwarting your happiness. Go find the thing that's actually making you unhappy. Address it. Allow your friends to distract you from it.
Because your other option is keeping yourself in a state of seething misery and taking it out on people who don't deserve being punished for failing a test they didn't know you'd given them.