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 have spent a couple years now thinking about my dream farm. What I will do, what I will grow, the animals I’ll keep and what I will do with the products of the farm, whether that be storing for personal use, or selling in various ways.
On the heels of yesterday’s rather downish post, I wanted to move back in an upwards direction. Not that life isn’t still a huge struggle, and not that I don’t constantly feel like I’m standing on a very scary precipice, but, I’ve worked through a lot, been through a lot of mental hurdles, and come to a better space in my brain.
A funny thing often happens when you take that step, suck up the courage, and admit to the world the deep seated pain of loneliness and depression that has been prevalent in your life for longer than you can remember being happy.
One of the biggest things the last 3 years has taught me is that nothing is forever. From the moment that I type this to the end of ,y time and beyond. Everything changes, even if it seems to stay the same.
So the replenishment manager also tested positive for covid. The store remains open because they want to get all the weekend sales and receive the truck of new items on Monday. I am disgusted and furious. The other manager spent most of their time complaining that they had to work on their weekend days off.Continue reading “Update: Weeks of weeks”
While I was at work a while back, I noticed a magazine that I used to love, so much so, my mom had gotten me a subscription to it.
The one thing in this world that I will never accept are excuses. I don’t accept them from others and I don’t accept them from myself. I find excuses disrespectful, disingenuous, and a fake apology. Excuses provide nothing of substance and allow the person to shirk their personal accountability.
Another small, mini rant about pagans/wiccans.
Goddess of Foxes 