It will be okay

Everything will be all right.
Everything will be okay.
Everything will be fine.
Deep breaths.

I do wish to take the universe by the shirt and growl at it.
Dear universe, I have not had a good week. My friends have not had a good week. If you so much as try to fuck something up, I will fuck you up. I will invoke the Morrigan or Kali-Ma or Sekhmet if I have to (yes, I am eclectic, shut up). You stay away for a while. Come back when things are better. Love, Jo.

In the meantime, I will dream about falling into the arms of Isis and Danu and feeling comfort, because I'm so detached I can't even feel myself. It is probably due to the seizure last night, on the bench in front of the emergency vet clinic.

(And then part of me wonders if I even deserve to feel like this, and then I remember that I'm a part of something huge and I'm not that lonely self-isolated girl anymore, and I need to feel, and I need my friends and they need me...)

It will be okay

Everything will be all right.
Everything will be okay.
Everything will be fine.
Deep breaths.

I do wish to take the universe by the shirt and growl at it.
Dear universe, I have not had a good week. My friends have not had a good week. If you so much as try to fuck something up, I will fuck you up. I will invoke the Morrigan or Kali-Ma or Sekhmet if I have to (yes, I am eclectic, shut up). You stay away for a while. Come back when things are better. Love, Jo.

In the meantime, I will dream about falling into the arms of Isis and Danu and feeling comfort, because I'm so detached I can't even feel myself. It is probably due to the seizure last night, on the bench in front of the emergency vet clinic.

(And then part of me wonders if I even deserve to feel like this, and then I remember that I'm a part of something huge and I'm not that lonely self-isolated girl anymore, and I need to feel, and I need my friends and they need me...)

It will be okay

Everything will be all right.
Everything will be okay.
Everything will be fine.
Deep breaths.

I do wish to take the universe by the shirt and growl at it.
Dear universe, I have not had a good week. My friends have not had a good week. If you so much as try to fuck something up, I will fuck you up. I will invoke the Morrigan or Kali-Ma or Sekhmet if I have to (yes, I am eclectic, shut up). You stay away for a while. Come back when things are better. Love, Jo.

In the meantime, I will dream about falling into the arms of Isis and Danu and feeling comfort, because I'm so detached I can't even feel myself. It is probably due to the seizure last night, on the bench in front of the emergency vet clinic.

(And then part of me wonders if I even deserve to feel like this, and then I remember that I'm a part of something huge and I'm not that lonely self-isolated girl anymore, and I need to feel, and I need my friends and they need me...)

Calm, Still

I concentrated on the little things.
Adam called and said he'd be going to Billy's and Charlotte's house, so I agreed to meet there. When work ended, I rode the Metro and decided to get off at Twinbrook first, because I wanted to do some quick shopping. Several blocks away from the station, the Congressional Plaza shopping center sprawled lazily across a parking lot on Rockville Pike.
The store I aimed for was Ulta, as they carried my current favorite lipstick, which I had used up completely some time ago (Sue Devitt Lipstick in Great Australian Bight, a deep red like a pomegranate). My lip makeup mostly consists of liquid glosses and richly colored balms, so this is the only actually lipstick I currently own.
After leaving that store, I went into Whole Foods. I bought a Naked Juice (Pomegranate Acai), a Greens Plus High Protein Bar in Peanut Butter Chocolate, and a Garden Of Life Organic Perfect Food Whole Food Green Bar in Red Raspberry.
I rode the Metro one stop to the Rockville station, and went down the stairs, out into the lower end parking lot, calling Charlotte's house to let them know I was coming. It was a twenty-minute walk, and I went slow and took my time. I had been in a fibro flare all day, able to ignore it by throwing myself at the work I had to do in the library, all by myself. By the time I got to the house and let myself in, my legs were screaming.
I'm in the basement with Charlotte, Billy, Adam, John, and Aaron, as they play John's tabletop fantasy RPG. The basement had been converted long ago into Charlotte's and Billy's bedroom and entertainment center. The temperature is cool and comfortable, and there is always the new Tempurpedic bed to lay down and rest on.
I offered to go with Charlotte to Home Depot this weekend, so we could shop for a shower filter. I will buy it for her. Her skin rashes have been getting worse. She needs to have clean filtered water in her house. She is also going to complain to her water company. But in the meantime, I am doing what I can to help.
It is the weekend. I have two more days to do nothing if I wish.

Calm, Still

I concentrated on the little things.
Adam called and said he'd be going to Billy's and Charlotte's house, so I agreed to meet there. When work ended, I rode the Metro and decided to get off at Twinbrook first, because I wanted to do some quick shopping. Several blocks away from the station, the Congressional Plaza shopping center sprawled lazily across a parking lot on Rockville Pike.
The store I aimed for was Ulta, as they carried my current favorite lipstick, which I had used up completely some time ago (Sue Devitt Lipstick in Great Australian Bight, a deep red like a pomegranate). My lip makeup mostly consists of liquid glosses and richly colored balms, so this is the only actually lipstick I currently own.
After leaving that store, I went into Whole Foods. I bought a Naked Juice (Pomegranate Acai), a Greens Plus High Protein Bar in Peanut Butter Chocolate, and a Garden Of Life Organic Perfect Food Whole Food Green Bar in Red Raspberry.
I rode the Metro one stop to the Rockville station, and went down the stairs, out into the lower end parking lot, calling Charlotte's house to let them know I was coming. It was a twenty-minute walk, and I went slow and took my time. I had been in a fibro flare all day, able to ignore it by throwing myself at the work I had to do in the library, all by myself. By the time I got to the house and let myself in, my legs were screaming.
I'm in the basement with Charlotte, Billy, Adam, John, and Aaron, as they play John's tabletop fantasy RPG. The basement had been converted long ago into Charlotte's and Billy's bedroom and entertainment center. The temperature is cool and comfortable, and there is always the new Tempurpedic bed to lay down and rest on.
I offered to go with Charlotte to Home Depot this weekend, so we could shop for a shower filter. I will buy it for her. Her skin rashes have been getting worse. She needs to have clean filtered water in her house. She is also going to complain to her water company. But in the meantime, I am doing what I can to help.
It is the weekend. I have two more days to do nothing if I wish.

Calm, Still

I concentrated on the little things.
Adam called and said he'd be going to Billy's and Charlotte's house, so I agreed to meet there. When work ended, I rode the Metro and decided to get off at Twinbrook first, because I wanted to do some quick shopping. Several blocks away from the station, the Congressional Plaza shopping center sprawled lazily across a parking lot on Rockville Pike.
The store I aimed for was Ulta, as they carried my current favorite lipstick, which I had used up completely some time ago (Sue Devitt Lipstick in Great Australian Bight, a deep red like a pomegranate). My lip makeup mostly consists of liquid glosses and richly colored balms, so this is the only actually lipstick I currently own.
After leaving that store, I went into Whole Foods. I bought a Naked Juice (Pomegranate Acai), a Greens Plus High Protein Bar in Peanut Butter Chocolate, and a Garden Of Life Organic Perfect Food Whole Food Green Bar in Red Raspberry.
I rode the Metro one stop to the Rockville station, and went down the stairs, out into the lower end parking lot, calling Charlotte's house to let them know I was coming. It was a twenty-minute walk, and I went slow and took my time. I had been in a fibro flare all day, able to ignore it by throwing myself at the work I had to do in the library, all by myself. By the time I got to the house and let myself in, my legs were screaming.
I'm in the basement with Charlotte, Billy, Adam, John, and Aaron, as they play John's tabletop fantasy RPG. The basement had been converted long ago into Charlotte's and Billy's bedroom and entertainment center. The temperature is cool and comfortable, and there is always the new Tempurpedic bed to lay down and rest on.
I offered to go with Charlotte to Home Depot this weekend, so we could shop for a shower filter. I will buy it for her. Her skin rashes have been getting worse. She needs to have clean filtered water in her house. She is also going to complain to her water company. But in the meantime, I am doing what I can to help.
It is the weekend. I have two more days to do nothing if I wish.