It's My 7 Year Anniversary On Tumblr

It's my 7 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

I love you so much I hope we get reborn as housecats who sleep together like puzzle pieces

This has never been so relevant to my life right now.

things to do when your day's been bad

lie down on the floor beside your bed

take a shower, use the good soap

listen to a song you liked ages ago

write your thoughts out in all caps

draw a head and then 'decorate' that head however you're feeling (I drew a man with a hole for a face. It worked)

listen to a song and try to focus on one (1) instrument at a time, baseline, drums, guitar, another guitar, repeating sound effect

wash your face

take a nap or go to bed early

call someone. tell them about your horrible day or let them talk about theirs or both

go through your camera roll (specifically the screenshots folder)

go through your saved instagram posts / tumblr likes

watch That One Really Great Live Performance of That Artist You Love, then read the comments of everyone having great taste like you do

cry a little about it

remember that this day will end and another will begin. it'll be all new, never experienced before, no bad things will have happened, and you'll be okay.

I feel like this is a photo from a post nuclear disaster movie. It's more likely just a photo from tornado season, or just extreme straight line wind.

I'm actually surprised that this system allowed sharing. My stepmom got really sick with a mystery ailment, which, when finally was figured out over a year and a half later, was a rare bacterial infection that had eaten some of the bones in her spine because it was left to rage in her body so long.

She had a lot of sick and vacation days accumulated, as she'd been at her job over 20 years, and was allowed to roll them over to the next year if they weren't used, and since her job was a desk job, she didn't take a lot of time off.

As the sickness got worse, she took more and more days off and eventually burned up all the time she'd accrued over the time she'd worked there. Her coworkers, some of whom she'd worked with since the beginning, tried to donate a week of sick days or PTO each. There were many in the office and a few from the crew that did the meter readings that tried to donate time.

The powers that be said hell naw. Not unless you can convince everyone to donate. Since there were a few people who didn't want to, and should have had to, to be perfectly honest, it was not allowed.

My stepmom eventually got on disability, because they had to rebuild the upper part of her spine with a cadaver armbone so that she can still walk on her own, but it's hard for her to stand for long periods of time. Even that was an exercise in patience, since they tried to refuse her the disability the first time.

Today, I submitted a short story to a professional editor. I went to a symposium over the weekend, and there will be two rounds of edits, then submission into a contest. The winners will be published. Here's hoping I get published for the first time.