Frog! Tree frog!
This pretty silver friend was in the yard. Look what they can do! https://youtu.be/LeNbVEAYop8
I am not very good at being true to myself; I have built up so many years of changing myself into a shape that is comfortable to others that I perversely find it comfortable myself.
I need to tell you: if you’re doing this, it harms the person who most needs your love, it is a repeated mantra to them that they’re not good enough, it reverberates and echoes in their heart and deprives them of the oxygen they need to _live_.
Be kind to you, love yourself, okay? Do it for you.
Perk of visiting my mom without my dog: finally getting to snuggle her cat.
Workplace sexual harrasment
So the dude who harrased me last year had kept with the no contact no conversation request pretty well.
Yesterday a friend who used to work in our building came over to wish me goodbye and as we walked out, she engaged him in friendly chatter, while I sort of drifted away. She was all "it's spork's last day! Can you believe it?!"
So today I have an email from him.
Deleted it, did not open it.
No, dude, me leaving work does not give you permission to contact me.
Are there any resources for therapists that want to treat psychological trauma in #ActuallyAutistic people?
Last day of work
Well, it's done! It turned into a mad rush at the end, and was stressful all day long. I never got that "all done! feeling.) But I had to leave at 4:30 to make an appointment with my tattooist to add some lines my kiddo wanted. So we got there and it was sweet. Then met my buddies for some Ghanaian food (amazing!) And now back to the place we're housesitting, to move out tomorrow. Definitely feeling the sad and exhausted. So much to do to get out of here tomorrow.
Thoughts, like elephants, leap into the sky,
The bird of impulse is trapped in a net,
The horse of energy is saddled,
The song of the cuckoo has arrived from the north,
Wisdom shines in the realm of non-duality,
The dance of discriminating wisdom takes place.
When the sun and moon are imprisoned,
The castle of sectarian bitterness crumbles.
The flute of eternal joy is heard.
Unpublished poem, May 20, 1972
by Chögyam Trungpa
Wow! What a long haul. It's been months of preparation and complications.
Yesterday the building had a cookout at lunch, last night the whole lab had dinner at my boss's place (which was unexpectedly fun).
I got as much done as I could and today should be a simple thing up of loose ends and packing up the last drawers (I've been squirreling home all my emergency food and clothes for days.)
Tomorrow we move out of our housesitting place, more packing and cleaning.
Work stress countdown (2 days left)
Ok! We're getting there! Today and tomorrow are for parties, last lunches and loose ends. I'm not quite done with that last batch of preps, but that should finish up easily this morning. Something seems wrong with two of them (not my fault or problem now). Otherwise it's just trying to hand off what skills I can in such a short time & making sure my boss knows where all my files and data are. It's been 9 years here, which is really a lot of time.
snuggles dogs, climbs things, cooks plants and such
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