A disjointed journey
My sister started following Roger’s Instagram.
This sounds like a total non-event. Like, family members should support your endeavors, even the silly ones that have no impact. So it should seem perfectly normal that a family member is following my ridiculously handsome cat’s Insta.
I woke up Saturday morning, feeling angry at someone who has not been a relevant part of my life since 2018. I hate it when something from my past comes and invokes all the old feelings I had back then. It says to me that I haven’t allowed myself to close that chapter in my life and I really need to because there won’t be any secure form of closure.
I love my home. It is peaceful, calming and a space I always dreampt of living. I fully enjoy telling people who say, “I wanna live in a cabin in the woods!” that I am somewhat living that dream. It isn’t as cottagecore as they imagine, but, for all intents and purposes, it is what it is.
It is kind of amazing the way people hold onto these ideas that if they haven’t had first person experience with things, it either doesn’t exist, or anything to do with it has been greatly exaggerated.
Word of Warning: If you’re a guy, this may not be enjoyable.
Today in a discord server I participate in, someone mentioned they had to mute a channel due to the content within it.
Goddess of Foxes 