I am nobody. So are you.
Just had a pictured censored that I posted 8 years back when my partner was pregnant with our second child. I thought if it was tasteful, no nipples or genitals it would be ok. Apparently not.
The twinge of annoyance has passed. If it wasn’t for the few people whose posts I still read, there’d be nothing to feel.
I used to get to a point where after filling a diary I’d end up burning it. Maybe it’s time to do that here.
Well hurrah! Thanks to Tumblr’s new ‘no adult material’ policy, I have had ZERO porn bots following me this week!
On the other hand I have had 21 ‘scantily clad’ bots follow me instead.
Well played tumblr. Well played.
Dear tumblr, this is the pit of bad taste. You just declared all adult material banned and kicked off, shit down and otherwise drove away a giant chunk of your users…
And then you show this SPONSORED POST!!
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
Tumblr, get your head out of your fucking arse.
The rapidly approaching December deadline for adult content has not stymied the activity of porn-bots. If anything they have picked up the pace.
So… welcome my new artificialess intelligent followers. Long may you stay… well, til the 17th.
It was nice to have a place where you could be an adult. As of December 17 this won’t be. Blanket censorship sucks.
That light at the end of the tunnel? Turns out it’s another train. Buckle up.
Keep the blood in your head, and keep your feet on the ground.
It would be nice to just escape, for a little while, from myself.
After a conversation about anything being possible in a two year time span, (and an agreement to put into practice) I’ve been trying to map out what time I have available and how I can claw back or make more in a day. If I wake at 5am and devote 5-7 for personal projects, and another hour (lunch break) at the office, I can apparently snatch 15 hours from my working week. I can’t even begin to see how to structure a weekend yet. So anything from there (when the kids are at home all day) is just a bonus.
Then you should see the list of things I want to do in the next two years. All in 15 hours plus weekends.
When I looked first of all, it felt like to little. But 15 hours a week… that’s not a bad chunk of time.
For writing… for photography… for my apps… for the investment learning… for fitness… for working out where next… moving… changing country…
‘Prioritise Watson!’ cried Sherlock.
Prioritise indeed. I had a mind that some of the things I wanted to do would be every day or weekly… The truth of the matter is that some things will just ave to wait for free weekends. Sacrifices simply must be made (until we can quit the day job).
There just aren’t enough hours. Still… two years… long way to go yet.
“The greatest life-lie of all is to not live here and now. It is to look at the past and the future, cast a dim light on one’s entire life, and believe that one has been able to see something. Until now, you have turned away from the here and now and shone a light only on invented pasts and futures. You have told a great lie to your life, to these irreplaceable moments.”— The Courage to Be Disliked - Ichiro Kishimi and Fumitake Koga
“Self-care is often a very unbeautiful thing.
It is making a spreadsheet of your debt and enforcing a morning routine and cooking yourself healthy meals and no longer just running from your problems and calling the distraction a solution.
It is often doing the ugliest thing that you have to do, like sweat through another workout or tell a toxic friend you don’t want to see them anymore or get a second job so you can have a savings account or figure out a way to accept yourself so that you’re not constantly exhausted from trying to be everything, all the time and then needing to take deliberate, mandated breaks from living to do basic things like drop some oil into a bath and read Marie Claire and turn your phone off for the day.
A world in which self-care has to be such a trendy topic is a world that is sick. Self-care should not be something we resort to because we are so absolutely exhausted that we need some reprieve from our own relentless internal pressure.
True self-care is not salt baths and chocolate cake, it is making the choice to build a life you don’t need to regularly escape from.
And that often takes doing the thing you least want to do.
It often means looking your failures and disappointments square in the eye and re-strategizing. It is not satiating your immediate desires. It is letting go. It is choosing new. It is disappointing some people. It is making sacrifices for others. It is living a way that other people won’t, so maybe you can live in a way that other people can’t.
It is letting yourself be normal. Regular. Unexceptional. It is sometimes having a dirty kitchen and deciding your ultimate goal in life isn’t going to be having abs and keeping up with your fake friends. It is deciding how much of your anxiety comes from not actualizing your latent potential, and how much comes from the way you were being trained to think before you even knew what was happening.
If you find yourself having to regularly indulge in consumer self-care, it’s because you are disconnected from actual self-care, which has very little to do with “treating yourself” and a whole lot do with parenting yourself and making choices for your long-term wellness.
It is no longer using your hectic and unreasonable life as justification for self-sabotage in the form of liquor and procrastination. It is learning how to stop trying to “fix yourself” and start trying to take care of yourself… and maybe finding that taking care lovingly attends to a lot of the problems you were trying to fix in the first place.
It means being the hero of your life, not the victim. It means rewiring what you have until your everyday life isn’t something you need therapy to recover from. It is no longer choosing a life that looks good over a life that feels good. It is giving the hell up on some goals so you can care about others. It is being honest even if that means you aren’t universally liked. It is meeting your own needs so you aren’t anxious and dependent on other people.
It is becoming the person you know you want and are meant to be. Someone who knows that salt baths and chocolate cake are ways to enjoy life – not escape from it.”
Read this. Every day.
When tumblr throws three suggestions for the same person at you directly after one another, I guess the universe is trying to tell me something.
Hand, foot and mouth.
And a cold.
fml.
ilikeweeddrugsandbitches started following you
Yay. Must remember to add that to my LinkedIn life milestones.
Rrraarrr!
