Want to read: Screaming on the Inside by Jessica Grose ๐
Want to read: Screaming on the Inside by Jessica Grose ๐
My personal Pokรฉmon avatar was behind today’s advent calendar door.
๐ Read How’d That Thing Go? by Kate McKean.
“I donโt want a schedule, I want a sandbox. I want a list of things that need to be done and a container of time to do them, and then I get to pick.”
Yes! Life as sandbox game! I needed this.
My kid’s best friend’s mom got a new job and isn’t starting it until January, but has already left her old job. She has all of December to just be, with her kid in school for the first two weeks.
I told her that sounded amazing.
She said, “I feel like… I feel like myself. I was going to say I feel like a whole new person, but really I feel like myself.”
I said, “I want to feel like myself. I’ve gotta figure out how to do that.”
2022 feels like a year that was stolen from my whole family of origin, thanks to my mom’s leukemia and paraplegia. My mom has obviously had an incredibly hard year. My dad is learning what it is to be a primary caregiver at almost 70 years old and it’s a very different life than he’s ever known before. My brother has gone from being cared for to needing to give care to. My sister and I have both experienced frequent chronic illness flares.
In the spring, I resented the flowers for blooming. Didn’t they know my mom had leukemia? I didn’t do any of my normal springtime stuff.
In the summer, I made a whole plan to achieve summer vibes, but I only really did it halfheartedly.
In the fall, my mom was in the ER about once a week, with an extended hospital stay due to the cognitive effects of a medication reaction. Halloween was fun but I didn’t appreciate the gorgeous weather nearly enough.
And now Winter Is Coming ๐บ, and I am realizing for the first time that I have always been A Christmas Person, but when we were decorating our tree I suddenly got very grouchy. Because of how different this year is and will be.
This is not just me sharing the bad โ it’s me elucidating the things that have made me feel Not Me.
In a very Me move, to figure out what feels like me I went to my blog archives to see how I was coping in year 2 of the pandemic, before my mom got leukemia.
I’m reading, especially fantasy. I’m watching holiday rom-coms and Star Trek. I introduced my kid to Wishbone ๐ถ. Why don’t I feel like myself?
I’m not reflecting, blogging, and talking to people. Metacognition is key to Kimberlying and I have let it get away from me. Time to get back to it.
Just listened to a super stressful strike townhall and I’m tempted to watch tonight’s Neverafter but I think TNG is the smarter move right now.
๐ฟ Watched Falling for Christmas.
I’ve been an unironic Lindsay Lohan fan since I saw Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen, so I was delighted to see her in this adorable trope-filled bit of holiday fluff. Cute & funny.
Q asks Baby Q Amanda Rogers if she’s ever caused the spontaneous combustion of someone she doesn’t like, then gives Picard a look as if to say, “You see how much I like you? I haven’t combusted you! ๐” ๐๐ป
Trying to figure out if I can make a crow cane head work on my adjustable cane so I can walk the streets of Amsterdam pretending it’s Ketterdam and I’m Kaz Brekker… ๐
๐ฎ Apparently my Dragon Age: Origins character isn’t in leather armor that looks like underwear. She’s in her actual underwear because I guess I unequipped her regular clothes but failed to actually equip the leather armor. I’ll fix this when I’m next playing.
๐ฎ I’m more than 10 yrs behind & have already played Inquisition but some quick thoughts after 1 hr of DA: Origins:
I appreciate that the music in the Denerim Alienage has Klezmer vibes.
I do NOT appreciate that my leather armor is a bikini.