Unbuffer

Well, my buffer is almost completely gone. On the other hand, I’m depressed! Wait, that’s not right. Let me try again:

I’ve got good news and bad news. The bad news is, my buffer’s gone. The good news is, there’s no good news. The–wait, shoot, that doesn’t work either.

How about this: I’m depressed, my buffer’s gone, the world’s ending, and I just made it through a really difficult ordeal. But at least I’m not proud of myself!

Hmm, still not quite right…

Okay, here we go: I’m depressed, falling behind at work, my buffer’s gone, my country is being turned into a dictatorship, my family’s risk of extermination rises with each passing day, AGI could arrive and turn the planet into goo any minute and people are wringing their hands over whether they’ll still have their jobs, and I’ve just made it through a very painful experience that I should feel proud of myself for facing, but I don’t.

HOWEVER.

I know IĀ will be proud of myself someday.

I’m going to keep seeking–and spreading–as much joy as I can, right up until the last minute, whether that’s tomorrow or ten thousand years from now.

I’m going to keep fighting the fire even if it’s the whole world burning.

And although my buffer’s nearly gone, I’m still going to write. Even though it’s hard and everything I write sucks, I’ll still put something up here every day. And you know what? That’s something I do feel proud of.

And you know what else? I’ve realized that sometimes your garbage isn’t the things you create–sometimes it’s the things you do, the choices you make. But the good news (for real this time) is that your practice there will help you improve, too. If you’re feeling down on yourself for making a mistake, or if you took a risk and it backfired, remember this: the opposite of success isn’t failure, it’s giving up. The risks you paid the price for, the mistakes you’re ashamed to remember, the efforts that weren’t enough–you can’t get stronger without them. That doesn’t mean a stronger you will stop making mistakes or being hurt–quite the opposite! But without those failures, you’ll never grow.

Oh, and one more thing: if all that’s not enough to help you feel proud of yourself, I’m proud of you. Even if you don’t think your effort was worth any praise. Even if the results were lackluster. Even if it was a disaster! I’m proud of you for trying, and I know that even if you can’t imagine it now, you’ll choose to try again.

And so will I.

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Nature Is BEE-yoo-tee-ful

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Why Am I Like This, pt. II

Me:  *keymashing*

Text: “g;dkg;sfsjklf”

Me: hmmmmm

Me: *typing carefully*

Text: “hg;dkga;sfsjklf”

Me: That’s better.

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It Has Its Points

An 80-minute commute is no picnic, but I certainly can’t complain about the view…

A large, grassy plain with hazy mountains in the distance and a bright blue sky brushed with clouds, tinged yellow with the sunset on the right side.

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Absent Mind

Getting real sick of feeling like a shell. Not empty, exactly: all my parts are still here, still have weight and feeling and motion and thought. It’s just that I’ve gone missing.

When the lights are on, but nobody’s home, is there a word for how the home feels?

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Huh

Maybe I should be self-indulgent more often?

A bar chart showing views and visitors for the author's blog. Mostly short bars, two of which are labeled "poem I'm really proud of" and "I think it's funny." Three taller bars, labeled "one person binge-reading," "I'm sad waahhh," and "melodramatic love letter to nobody." The last two are also labeled "popular???"

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Never Doubt It

A cardboard sign, abandoned on the side of a freeway. It says: "Never boubt the impact you make with just a little bit of kindness. It is NOT taken for granted. Thank you and god bless." A second sign lies beneath it, partly obscured. Only one word is visible: "help."

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A Goodbye

(Content note: profanity, feelings, self-indulgence, obscene levels of melodrama)

A sketch, done in pencil and blue ballpoint pen in a hand-sized journal, of an expansive mountain valley as seen from one of the peaks overlooking it.
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Never Mind

No post today, sorry. Might put it up tomorrow instead. If not, I’ll see you all on Monday. Go give somebody you like a hug.

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Massive Damage

My body hurts. That’s the trouble with making yourself vulnerable: it leaves you vulnerable. Who knew?

I suppose grief is like exercise, in that way. It leaves you sore and exhausted, and too much will destroy you. But if you can push through the pain without injury, if you can embrace it and let it flow through you instead of flinching away, you’ll come out stronger in the end.

I think the muscle grief exercises is the heart.

Longer post tomorrow. Can’t promise it will be good. Dear readers, I apologize, but you may have to indulge me a little. Thank you for your patience. I love you (all three of you) very much.

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