respect your body when it’s asking for a break. respect your mind it’s seeking to rest. honor yourself when you need a moment.
Picard, singing: I want to see my little boooyyyy.
Geordi, holding Data like a baby: Here he comes.
respect your body when it’s asking for a break. respect your mind it’s seeking to rest. honor yourself when you need a moment.
Picard, singing: I want to see my little boooyyyy.
Geordi, holding Data like a baby: Here he comes.
okay well i made a decision it was probably not thebest one but it was the one that caused me the least brain panic, so okay that’s where we are hahaha
So I haven’t posted writing in such a long time I’m a little nervous and a little embarrassed and a little ashamed of how long it’s been but I’ve also been kicking ass at a lot of other areas of my life and putting down the things (and people) that needed to be put down and achieving lifelong goals and fighting The Good Fight of being happy with myself. So even with this I’m trying to be more gentle and forgiving. I like the process of writing. Sometimes I even like the end result. Sometimes it’s pretty good and sometimes it’s too wordy and my grammar is pretty much always shit. But I’m trying to write things for fun again, divorced from the outcome. That’s another step forward.
LPT: Always have small talk with cashiers or employees of that matter. It’s a great way to get comfortable with starting conversations and talking to people.
reminder to self to sign up for the damn art show
DONE
most of my gallifrey one experience is up in the air this year, but at least this is a go!
LPT: If you really like the table you got at a favorite restaurant, ask the server what the table number is. When you make reservations next, request that table number. Nearly all restaurants use internal table numbers.
Me:“I need help. Who’s tired of having fingers?”
*two kids raise their hands*