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Thursday Thoughts

Thursday Thoughts
Meme - Overthinking

I am not quiet about my mental illness. I sit and listen to others who need me as often as I can. Mostly because I feel like I am often not heard myself. I scramble to speak, and I am as precise in my language as I can be…because words are important…But there are days when the words leave me.

Sometimes It is easier to advise others than to listen to what you yourself need to hear.

And lately I am finding the words harder than I would like to admit. I have had to make choices for my own mental wellbeing that have left me drained.

So, Like so many others I seek the happy chemicals on the internet. Scrolling, and wishing it was a easy thing to just choose to be happy.

I have work to do.

I refuse to let those who depend on me down. So, I have had my moping period…And now I am done. I have my own plans for what life should be. I have happiness that I will seek out.

So…If you catch me moping again, know it will pass.

I am not here to sit upon a dead ass and be miserable.

Thursday thoughts

Meme - Feeling Invisible

This is the first day of a new month.

New months mean a fresh start from the mess that was July.

This is going to be a busy month.

I have 2 book releases for Fae corps and the deadline for the Anthology Nightmare Whiskers.

It’s also the last month of summer. Which is the one that I want to get as much resin time in as I can.

My kid suggested that I should try to make a TikTok shop for the jewelry I make.

It’s something that I have to think about.

I am thinking that Thursday is going to be a rotation of random things from now on. I rather enjoy the idea of making the reading posts and the art posts but I don’t always have the ability to make such a post every week.

National Poetry Month

So I have done this two different ways now. I always do something for April and November. I have tried posting some poems that I love from others in April, and I have tried posting my Daily PAD Challenge Responses.  I don’t know which one I want to do this year. I am still struggling with space (at least until May) so I want to go with something that would not add to the media as much. A daily poem would be a lot of media unless I do it as a text format with a repeating image.  

What are your thoughts on this? my poetry or others? or general discussion about what poetry is?

Wild Wednesday

Thank All of you for the Patience last week.

As I do not do anything in half measures…

I spent my birthday awake…for 28 total hours. Awake. Then I crashed and was allowed to sleep for twelve…woke up feeling sick.(not used to that much sleep at any given time.)

So…That was a fun experience. I was surrounded by love..

I even got writing done, and cover creation – though I was told I should not because I will likely not be able to write all the volumes I have covers for now. You know what? I am too old to be told what to do. I will create covers for books till I die. Because I love doing it.

Wild Wednesday

I am now a week away from turning 49.

I never expected to see 30. I kept hearing as a teenager that I was going to have a heart attack before then….

So each year I am still in shock that I am still alive.

next week I think I will be taking a break. my blog will return the following week on Monday.

Wild Wednesday

The Concert.

Okay. I have had time to calm down. We got dressed up. We looked amazing. We were so excited. We get there and find out that Falling in Reverse would not be there. Okay, That is only one of the TWO bands we were excited about. TBH we had not really heard Plush so we were ambivalent about them.

The Concert was half an hour after we were told to be there. We understood that was probably to give people time to find their seats. But People were arriving already drunk and loud. The idiot on the other side of Joe was screaming and smelled of beer. The smell of Pot permeated the whole damn stadium. (Not that I mind a good doobie but it was overwhelming.) When the concert did start it was not the order we were told. Plush came out first.

They were amazeballs.

I need to stress that because of how bad the rest was. The woman in the seats in front of us kept standing up to record with her cellphone. The screaming idiot did not stop for the music. All of the extra noise and smells sent Angel into a meltdown. So we decided to leave….And that is when I realized the woman on the other side of me was sitting on my dress. I tried to pull it loose and she just looked at me like I was an idiot. I literally had to ask her to please fucking get off my dress before she let me move.

We finally had to leave – we had only managed to handle three and a half of the songs. The rudeness of people ruined what could have been an amazing experience.

I don’t understand why people cannot just sit and enjoy the show. I only wish we could have stayed. Plush was amazing what we saw, and I imagine Disturbed were probably Better.

Wild Wednesday

So…WordPress is complaining about space. I need to find a way to deal with Monday poetry without uploading more in the already full space…or I will have to change Monday a wee bit.

I want to do this without having to remove the previous uploaded posts. I will have to see what I have to do.

Artsy Fartsy Thursday

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Wild Wednesday

Poets are expected to write love poetry.

Today of all days I feel like I am out of place.

My boyfriend and I have been together for nearly all our adult lives…but we are not the romantic sort. He is my best friend.

His sister writes such lovely romantic poems.

I am trying to talk her into publishing them.

But for the poet who writes gothic poems or poems about nature more than love poems…today is an extra stress.

For poets write about love and romance, right?

I just want to say it is okay to be alone. I am nonbinary with Acesexual tendencies. Romance is not something that interests me…so why would I write about it?

Just because today is a commercialized romantic hell…You are okay even if you have not found that person yet. You are okay even if you never do.

Maybe Politics?

I posted yesterday on Facebook how blessed I felt. I had been invited to join a collective group of poet’s and artists. I said that I felt like an ant in a group of giants.

A good friend pointed out that without Imposter syndrome where would we be… Politics?

That made me laugh .

I am ill suited for politics, because the only person I can lie successfully to is me.

Still I shall enjoy the time spent amongst others who bend words so pleasantly.

(btw the art is mine)