One thing I don't think the Spoon metaphor has helped able-bodied people understand is that you can overdraw.
Generally, for most conditions, running out of spoons doesn't mean you collapse, doesn't produce an effect they can actually see. What it means is that you run on life support, quite possibly unsafely, until you get to a safe place and can stop. But you'll owe those spoons back, with interest. You'll have hurt yourself to do it.
Sometimes I hang out with a friend and they'll be like, wow, I'm really glad you had a good day. And I have to decide whether to make them feel bad by explaining that in fact they did not catch me on a good day, and tomorrow will probably be bad. I just made choices.
(Like my third repost on the correct account, plus a disturbance filter to avoid being shadowbanned :(
To be continued…
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So there was this thing on the wof subreddit called dragon of the week, which was basically when the community would vote for a character, and everybody had a week to draw that character and it was pretty cool! Eventually, the person who started it kinda stopped posting it and I think it would be cool to bring it back and I think it would also be cool if people from other social medias got a chance in it participating too, so (hopefully) here's the start of the first unofficial Dragon of The Week
I would really appreciate it if anyone who saw this rebloged so more people have a chance to see this!
5 years ago, I was in Rehab.
10 years ago, I was watching my Potential and Opportunities dissolve and evaporate in an ocean of cheap gin and expensive whiskey.
But 5 years ago, I was in Rehab.
One of the exercises they had us perform was to imagine ourselves happy, 5 years in the future.
Many of us in that room had forgotten how to imagine nice things happening to them. A few snorted (well, I snorted), finding the notion that we’d even still be around in 5 years grimly humorous.
For about half of us, it was the last stop on the way down.
But I indulged the therapist. I was there, after all, because I did not want to die. So, I imagined myself, 5 years hence.
Happy.
It came to me all at once; an artistic remix on Norman Rockwell’s Freedom From Want, reframed with myself placing food at the table.
Sunday Dinner At My Place, I answered, when it came my turn to share my fantasy. I was asked what food I imagined eating.
It’s not the meal itself, I said, it’s the implications framed around it. Sunday Dinner At My Place means that I have a Place. It means that I have Family that will actually speak to me and friends who actually want to see me. It means money enough not just to feed myself but others too. It means having the time to spare to take the time preparing the meal.
A lot of nodding heads all around me. A struck chord. Many people with no Place, in that place. Nowhere that would lament their leaving.
5 years hence, as I lay down to sleep in my Home, with my Wife and my Son, surrounded by my Art and my Flowers, I reflect.
It was a long road. It was hard. We lost people. So many people. There were long days and long nights and hospital stays. Angry arguments with ghosts. I changed, in ways I never hoped for, or expected. Good ways, finally, for once. Slowly, against the backdrop of a world in chaos, I found my mind.
Sometimes, My Wife wondered aloud, what she did to deserve me. After some stumbling with my feelings, I eventually settled on an answer.
I’m a Rescue.
She gave me a Home.
And, so, I gave her a Family.
It seemed fair
This Sunday, my folks, which whom I have not had a shouting match in years, will come over for dinner. We will cook and eat together. My Friend became My Wife, and she took a piece of me and with it she made Our Son. There will be many hugs, and no violence. Good Things Happened.
I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you don’t know what the future holds.
It could get good, even.
Just a reminder for people cause I haven't seen many peope posting about it:
If you can, please braid your hair today in honor of Cole Brings Plenty. Cole was a Lakota actor who was found murdered with his hair cut. Rising Hearts has asked that everyone, indigenous or not, wear braids to honor him and remember those that have suffered the same.
If you can't braid your hair, then share posts of others!
Now is also a good time to share some support to indigenous charities, if you're able
https://www.risinghearts.org/
https://landback.org/
https://mmiwusa.org/
https://narf.org/
https://ndncollective.org/
https://www.niwrc.org/
various mistborn au ideas, they’re pretty much all era one because ive been obsessed with it for a while and I just wanna write down some of my thoughts
however absurd
spoilers for mistborn era one and secret history
anyways
- vin dies in the scene in the lord rulers palace where she almost dies like halfway through book one. idk how that would affect the crew, honestly i could see it breaking them apart, or maybe send kelsier into a proper redemption arc
- conversely, evil vin, which is basically vin has a larger spike and can more directly be manipulated by Ruin, which leads Kelsier to be confused and suspicious enough to catch on that something ain’t right and he and sazed start figuring things out much sooner
- Shan Elariel lives, that’s it I just want her to live. maybe she can get kidnapped by the crew or something, maybe redemption arc for her too
- also Reen lives and maybe gets a redemption arc? or not even w/out it i think he could be a really cool character
- kelsiers plan w/ the lord ruler doesn’t work for whatever reason and kell is dead. this is inspired by the scene where vin’s like ‘where do I go next?’ and sazed is like ‘idk but not with me.’ anyways if really could be any of em but vin goes with one of the crew members and yea. i think either sazed or dockson could be interesting, either going to Terris or helping dockson run another job
- ghost/cognitive shadow Alendi. maybe rashek felt bad and made him a shadow when he had the power idk. he basically just follows Rashek around and pesters him or somethin
anyways most of these are probably not logical or don’t make any sense but oh well