sheafrotherdon
06 February 2016 @ 10:34 am
Diary of a Leave, extra  
I got a lot of good advice this week, especially in the form of mantras to use to keep my energies focused in positive ways, and my mind anticipating things in a good way. So I thought I would write them down to both easily find myself, and so that others could take them if they wanted to.

Jan told me yesterday that she wanted me to use mantras differently than I have in meditation in the past. Instead of repeating them in my mind to give myself focus, she wants me to say them out loud, since articulating a thing involves more mental processes than just thinking a thing. She suggested I put little cards around the house with my mantras on them, and every time I saw one I would say it out loud. So a more active mantra-ing than a meditative one.

The mantras I agree upon with Jan:

I am capable
I can handle this

The mantras I got from S's mom:

I am real
I matter
My needs matter
My desires matter

S's mom also gave me what she called "panic mantras," but which are perhaps more accurately called 'reconnecting after dissociating mantras":

Stay
I can handle this
It is what it is

And some that were focused on when I'm feeling less than myself:

I will recover
I am recovering
I can recover

S's mom also told me to keep beauty in front of me at every manageable opportunity, and to enjoy lots of "active repose": massage, baths, meditation, sitting under my sun lamp, music, art, writing, and tea. Which is a lot like my self-care list from Jan, which I've pinned to my noticeboard. I am so grateful for these two wonderful women.
 
 
sheafrotherdon
05 February 2016 @ 04:39 pm
Diary of a Leave, Day Seven  
I went to the gym this morning (hurray for four days of moving!) and then I went to therapy. It was a revelation.

We talked about my going back to work next week, and all the anxieties I have about it. Jan asked me what was the most daunting, and I said that it wasn't going back to the place, or to my office, or even doing things I could do on my own - it was when I contemplated being responsible for other people that I felt overwhelmed and incapable. Give me an example, she said. I started with "Well, I'm responsible for . . . . " and then stopped. The example I'd been about to give was when I'm in charge of people who are still learning things, but it occurred to me that I'm not responsible for their learning. They are. So I expressed that. Jan smiled and said, okay, where else are you responsible for other people? And I ran through my list, and in every instance I'm not actually responsible for other people's progress, learning, ability to handle things etc. They are. It's like discovering the other side of the "you do you" coin - I'll do me. I'm responsible for myself, for making sure I'm doing what I should, for taking care of this body and mind, and everyone else is also responsible for that in themselves. That doesn't mean we don't support and encourage each other, it just means that it's not my job to fix things for people, or take on the responsibility they have to shoulder for moving forward in some way.

This lifted a huge weight off my shoulders. I could immediately think of half a dozen situations where if I'm responsible for me, I'll say no to someone's ask. I am not responsible for making a whole project sink or swim. And if I say no to something, what's the worst that can happen? We spent a lot of time today talking about realistic worst case scenarios - not catastrophizing everything, but saying, what will really happen if I don't do X or Y? Again, this was all news to me. My mind tends to run to catastrophe, and I hadn't thought to reason with myself and examine that train of thought more clearly.

Jan said I seemed a lot calmer and peaceful today, and I told her that was true. I feel like I've had several shifts of thought that are going to make things easier for me. And I've learned a whole new set of ways to take good care of myself and prioritize myself, and that's invaluable.

I came home and found myself locked out (I live in a town where you can leave the doors open, but my cleaning lady had come and locked up as she left). After running all over town to find a friend with a key, I finally got inside and discovered a BEAUTIFUL OASIS OF CLEANNESS. There are some odd things, like four of six chairs in the dining room being pushed up against the wall, and my cleaning lady doesn't have a good eye for where photos in frames or decorative items were before she dusted them, but eh, that is a very quick and easy fix. And it is so liberating to have the whole house clean, top to bottom, at the same time, and before a weekend no less - a weekend where usually I'd be trying to chase down dust bunnies, and get in time to myself, and work.

Tonight it's my friend B's birthday, so we're going to dinner and then to see Hail Caesar, in which my friend C has a small but important part. So fun! And then I will likely duck out while the rest of them go get beer, so that I can fall into my floofy bed and sleep soundly until tomorrow. Yay.
 
 
sheafrotherdon
04 February 2016 @ 07:55 pm
Diary of a Leave, Day Six  
I slept like a champ last night, and slept in a little this morning, and it felt so delightful. And then I went to the 10am yoga class, where there were two seniors, one of whom was injured, and one other person with an injury, too. Ends up that is totally my speed. We moved slowly, we held positions for a long time while the teacher talked us through little adjustments, and I left feeling loose inside and out.

This afternoon I went and had my colors done, and I take back my suspicion of the process and mocking of the idea. All but my face were greyed out - a grey cap on my head so my hair wasn't visibe, a grey smock covered my body - and then my friend S draped me with big swathes of fabric. She'd do two at a time so that we could compare which was the better of the two, and it was absolutely undeniable that some of the colors made me look lively and pretty and some made me look yellow, or green, or ill, (or all three). I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, but it was fascinating to watch. It took us about two hours, and it turned out I am a Bright Winter, which means lots of saturated jewel tones - greens, purples, pinks, reds. The only color not on my palette that I like to wear is orange, and I got confirmation of my sense that I can't wear cream or beige, they just wash me out. S did my make up at the end, and put me in bright pink lipstick, which I have never worn in my life. But it looked so good! A very fun and enlightening afternoon.

I met G for coffee after that, and that was low key and fun, but my gosh, I was spent afterwards. So now I'm glad to be flopped on my couch, watching Top Chef, drinking a glass of wine, with a nice little fire going.

Tomorrow, more therapy, and my house will be cleaned while I'm gone! I'm so excited.
 
 
sheafrotherdon
03 February 2016 @ 03:33 pm
Diary of a Leave, Day Five  
I had therapy this morning, and after telling Jan how I felt yesterday she had two things to say: 1) your friends (i.e. all of you) are very smart, and 2) let's just do talk therapy today, no EMDR. The latter came as a complete surprise to me, because my previous therapist's approach was to Do The Thing no matter what had come up, and no matter how I felt about it. Jan simply said, how about we give you a little time to bounce back? Jan wins.

We spent today talking about self-care and positive anticipation. She gave me a list of over a hundred self-care choices, and had me mark those I'd done in the past, as well as those I was willing to try right now. The first thing that surprised me was how many things on the list are already things I do. The second thing that surprised me was that there were things on the list that I've done in the past - splurge; buy clothes - that I don't want to do anymore. Fascinating peek at growth and change, there.

She observed, from my answers, that creativity is central to my definition of who I am, but I'm not creating at the moment. She suggested I pick one of my creative outlets and try something in that arena, because as well as being good self-care, she thinks it might be a breakthrough for me if I can do that. So I picked knitting, after working out for myself that I don't have to do the project a friend gave me first. (Said friend noticed I was knitting a lot for others, so she gave me yarn and a pattern to knit a cowl for myself. But I don't enjoy knitting for myself as much as I like knitting for others, so it's been a mental obstacle to me knitting at all. But of course there is no reason I must make that cowl first. Brains.)

We then talked about positive anticipation - the act of writing scripts about things you're going to do where the outcome is warm, positive, functional etc. As Jan put it, if you only anticipate negatively (which is where I'm at with going back to work next week) you help bring that about by your attitude, body language, and selectively latching onto whatever confirms your bias. So my homework is to write some scripts for myself about going back, and we'll affirm those through EMDR on Friday.

Then this afternoon my friend S's mom came over to do reiki and Akashic Records with me. Now, if you google Akashic Records, you'll come across a host of websites that will likely convince you that the whole practice is a bit bonkers. Adherents believe that there are records of all that we do, feel and experience 'out there' (within an energy source) and that it's possible for people with training to access those records (and the guidance of the record keepers). And S's mom definitely believes in all of that, and it's at the core of her practice. I'm not sure I share her beliefs, but my experience of it was not bonkers - it was a lot like a guided meditation, and whether she was getting messages from the record keepers or was merely incredibly intuitive, she was a big help to me.

Of particular note - she asked me to imagine that I had a core of light, and that that light was my strength, and no one could ever touch that, harm that, or take it away from me. She suggested that when I get triggered, I physically and emotionally recoil, and I lose my balance - I'm off kilter from that core of strength, and what I need to do is return to it. She gave me a series of mantras to repeat to help me do that, and they're very similar to what I already do when I'm dissociating. She assured me that I matter and that I am loved, and there was something about her saying that during the meditation that just made me weep. It was very moving. And she cautioned me against too much empathy - that I needed to learn how to empathize without needing to fix everything, or take on the pain of others as my own. She said this was particularly true at work (and she's right). Also fascinating was the fact that I had told her I had PTSD, but had never told her why. Yet she honed right in on abuse as a problem, and told me that I had done nothing to deserve it, and it was not my job to heal the person who had abused me, so no guilt.

The whole thing was very peaceful, very gentle, and very kind. Whether it was just two people coming together in a spirit of possibility and allowing themselves to be open to those things, or whether it really was the record keepers providing insight, it was important.

I ate a bunch of chocolate afterwards. It seemed appropriate.
 
 
sheafrotherdon
02 February 2016 @ 07:39 pm
Diary of a Leave, Day Four  
Today has been a struggle. There are lots of potential reasons: EMDR hangover, disturbed sleep, a mix up that had me without birth control pills for two days. All I can tell you is that I've felt really low, and I been at my wits' end trying to think of some way to respond to it.

(Perhaps I'm not supposed to respond to it? Maybe I'm supposed to sit with it? But I keep thinking, I have so few days left. I'm supposed to be healing.)

I went to my hair appointment, and it was nice to be pampered. After lunch I roused myself to go to the gym and I walked 1.5 miles, which did raise my spirits some. I texted my friend T and asked her if she'd like to come over for tea, and she did. And yet I still feel low.

I'm hoping a good night's sleep will help, and if it doesn't, there's therapy tomorrow morning where I can share it all with Jan. But I wish, so much, I felt better than this.
 
 
sheafrotherdon
01 February 2016 @ 04:22 pm
Diary of a Leave, Day Three  
Things I Have Done for My Mental Health Today

1. Managed my money

Traditionally, I tend to manage my money by avoidance, and by keeping a running tally in my head of how much money I have remaining in my checking account. It makes me enormously anxious to look up my balance in my online banking app, and so I don't. None of these things work. So a few days ago I started using You Need a Budget, an app that helps you set up a budget for yourself (with customizable lists of expenses), and then tracks how much you spend. You can link it directly to your checking account if you like, or you can, like me, put in the amount in your checking and saving balances on the day you start using it, and it keeps track from then on by you registering your transactions. There's an app for the phone, so while you're out and about you can add transactions that way, and it's all very nifty. What I like best about it is that I can see, at a glance, how much of my budgeted funds I have left for each line item. So today I went grocery shopping, leaving me with $291 left for the rest of the month in that category. Very helpful!

The budget isn't set in stone - in fact they encourage you to adjust your budget as you spend, so that you can trade off, say, going out one night for dinner with your grocery budget, for example.

This morning I entered all the checks I mailed off today, and all my beginning-of-the-month bill pays, and instead of feeling mildly terrified by watching my balance go down, I felt totally in control, and able to see where I had money left and where I didn't. Major victory.

This afternoon I also took my tax documents to my accountant. He's a lovely man, but his office is up four very long flights of stairs, and then at the end of a long, long corridor, and some days it's like climbing Everest to go there. But I girded my loins, gathered up what I needed to give him, and dropped it all of. This is the earliest I have ever done that.

2. I went to therapy

I went to therapy with two things to talk about - the fact that I felt sort of jumpy around two of my friends last week, and the fact that I've realized I'm terrified of all men in England. All of them. To my surprise, Jan decided we'd process the first one first, but she explained that since those were core relationships to me, we needed to get that sorted out before we did anything else. Smart lady.

Last week while out (separately) with G and then M, I felt as if I was in a bubble, unable to really connect or empathize with what they were saying, feeling like I had something I needed to say to them but couldn't remember what. Jan immediately said, do you think that's dissociation? Which, duh, yes it is, but I hadn't realized that before she said it. Amazing how the most obvious things just fly by us.

So we EMDR'd one of the conversations I'd had with M, and I let every dang thing in my mind come up in my consciousness, and mentally followed all the leads. It ended up that yes, I'd been dissociating because I'd been triggered, and being so badly triggered that I needed a week off work has scared the pants off me, leaving me feeling things are badly out of my control. This manifested in me feeling like I would always feel 'in the bubble' - that I wouldn't be able to connect, and maybe I shouldn't expect to connect, because my friends were so much better than I was, and so on and so on. Jan said, nope, that's a cognitive distortion. Have you ever felt 'in the bubble' before? Yes. Has it persisted since that time, or did it come to an end at some point? It came to an end. Did you survive the bubble? Yes. So you see, you have evidence of what's going on and what the outcome will be, but you're feeling so anxious you're taking your panicked feelings of 'this will never get better' as if they're truth.

Wow. It's strangely empowering to consider that I know what I'm doing when I dissociate, that my mind and body know how to handle it because they've done it before. I love that positive twist on things, because so often feeling like this makes me feel weak and powerless, and instead of me looking at the last few years as a recurring set of examples of me being triggered, I can look at it as a recurring set of examples of me triumphing over that.

So in the last round of EMDR I thought to myself, like a mantra, you are strong and you are mighty. And that's opened up some mental space for myself. I still feel anxious, but at least I feel like that anxiety is not agency destroying anymore.

We talked about miscellaneous other things, including my daytime lack of appetite. Body talk )

3. I hired a house cleaner

My friend's cleaning lady, Veronica, came over today and looked over my house, checked where all the cleaning supplies were, and gave me a time and cost estimate. It was all in my budget, so she's coming on Friday to clean everything thoroughly. I am so grateful that this is not my responsibility anymore, I cannot even.

4. I am sitting in my big chair right now, drinking tea

I could be doing a hundred things but I am purposefully not doing any of them. Jan said today that nature hates a vacuum, and things will pour into empty spaces if we don't put something there ourselves. So I'm looking at this week that way. I am empty of resources, and I need to put good things back in that space.
 
 
sheafrotherdon
31 January 2016 @ 02:05 pm
Diary of a Leave, Day Two  
Yesterday went pretty well. I did too much in the morning - I was wiped by the time I finally went to bed - but I didn't expect too much of myself in the afternoon, and was made very happy by the bits of things I did do - a bit of laundry; washing those wine glasses. Washing the wine glasses turned out to be really important, because where I thought I was going to a friend's house for drinks, she thought she was coming to me, so when she did I actually had wine glasses to drink out of. That was a nice confirmation of it being useful to do these things!

Today has been wonderful. I slept in a little bit, and had some tea while I caught up online, and then my mom called. I had told her last week that I was struggling with seasonal affective disorder, and it was making work really hard, so she asked me if this week had been better. I decided to risk telling her at least part of the truth and said no, it had been worse, and I was taking a week's leave to get my mental health in order. She immediately asked me how the weather was :)). But she returned to the subject after a couple of other questions, and I told her how I felt, and what I was going to do to help myself, including that I was going to therapy twice. I explicitly mentioned that PTSD was part of the issue. She asked follow up questions; she accepted that the things I was telling her were important. It was kind of revelatory, actually, to know that I could be honest and she would listen.

And then I went over to the home of my friends, S and J, and my time there was genuinely blissful. I don't know what it is about them, their home, the energy there, what it was, but I left with my shoulders down for the first time in weeks, breathing more deeply than I have in a long time. We had delicious food - baked eggs on a bed of spinach; sausage; gingerbread french toast, a bloody mary each - and we talked for a long time. S's mom lives with them, and she took their son to play giving us time alone, bless her. We talked about everything imaginable - astrology, legacies of abuse and alcoholism in our families, work, our Myers-Brigg types (I don't actually know mine), dealing with conflict . . . the conversation just kept unspooling in the most amazing and unpredictable ways. S has been trained to do color matching, so she's going to "do my colors" on Thursday (for free) as part of my week off. I don't really place much stock in that, but it can't hurt, and maybe it will help. And it ends up her mom does Reiki, so we're going to set up an appointment for that later in the week. Again, I don't know whether I "believe" in it, per se, but I think the mere fact of being in a place where people are focused on healing could be really powerful. (Oh! And my hair stylist is making me three mint bath bombs (mint is my favorite scent) and bringing them to my hair appt. on Tuesday. I plan to take a couple of really luxurious baths with those.) S and J sent me home with one of their Blue Apron meals to make for dinner - I couldn't have been more cared for if I tried.

My gosh, it is amazing to feel so relaxed. I am so lucky to know both J and S, and so grateful for what they gave me this morning. They are the best.
 
 
sheafrotherdon
30 January 2016 @ 02:53 pm
Diary of a Leave, Day One  
I'm counting today as the first day of my leave. I have nine days before I have to go back to work - nine days to take care of myself and my mental health in every way I know how. I'd like to feel capable by the time I go back, even energized. But just waking up and feeling like I have the resources to tackle the day would be wonderful.

I've made a plan for the week - things that will help me, with unscheduled time between to do whatever feels good and right. I'm planning on going walking at the gym on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and doing a drop-in yoga session on Tuesday and Thursday at my favorite local place. I have therapy on Monday and Wednesday, and I'll do it Friday, too, if I need to. I've arranged social contact almost every day - brunch at a friend's house tomorrow, some colleagues coming over Monday night, dinner with G on Wednesday, B's birthday dinner on Friday. I brought home some work, which I plan to do gradually, but not with a goal of Being The Most Productive Ever, because that way lies madness (quite literally). Instead I'm just hoping to get some things done, slowly but steadily, and be a little ahead of the game when I go back.

Today I went to the grocery store early, before most other people were thinking of such a thing, and I bought lots of fruits and vegetables and some chicken so that I can make good food for myself all week. I went to the bakery and bought fresh-baked bread. I went by Lowes and bought firewood for the week. I met a friend to have breakfast for lunch, and I stopped by the library to pick up a book. My only other goals for today are to start some laundry, and wash all the wine glasses in the kitchen that won't fit into the dishwasher.

I feel such relief knowing I have this week, and the time to do whatever my brain needs me to do. I'm so glad for the double therapy, and for so many friends agreeing to be my social contact day by day. And I'm so grateful to my colleagues who have stepped up to make this possible. This is a rare opportunity, and I plan to do everything - including studious nothingness - with it that I can.
 
 
sheafrotherdon
20 October 2014 @ 07:55 pm
 
Today my therapist asked me, "are you afraid if you date you'll be raped again?"

I burst into tears. So that would be a yes.

What a hell of a mess that is to unpack. Discussion of rape beneath the cut )
 
 
sheafrotherdon
18 August 2014 @ 06:37 pm
the work  
I went to see my therapist today. Many things had me make the appointment – increased lethargy, lack of motivation, the fall out from Robin Williams' death – but the primary thing I wanted to talk about was something that occurred during VVC.

Cut for discussion of miscarriage and sexual abuse.

Read more... )
 
 
sheafrotherdon
21 July 2014 @ 11:29 am
"Life only moderately messed up"  
A couple of weeks ago I read a great blog entry by activist and commentator Ethan Zuckerman called, "Life, Only Moderately Messed Up: Understanding (My Own) High-Functioning Depression." Zuckerman grapples with something I'm sure many others must grapple with, too - how to understand and navigate their depression when it isn't cataclysmic, in a context where they have friends and family who perhaps are navigating depression's scariest depths.

The piece resonated with me deeply. I've been to the scary place, and experienced the paralyzing effects of deep, deep depression. In contrast, I am in an incredible place now, where I can feel again, where I can function again, where I feel I'm (mostly) in control of my life instead of having it dictated by the whims of my brain and body. But the gift that Zuckerman's piece gave me was that I realized I am still depressive, and that's liberating, because the only other explanation I had for the glitches in my life was that I was lazy, and that felt both castigating and misapplied.

I still sleep more than most people I know, and retreat to bed when I simply cannot deal with thinking or feeling anymore. I still have days where I have to drag myself to work, even if I'm effective when I get there. I still struggle to pick up after myself and keep my house in order, despite the fact that I'm always happiest in a clean and tidy home. I still have trouble motivating myself, often out of a diminishing sense of self-worth that easily slides over into panic. I have trouble reading, and I have trouble writing, and I know those things are linked to my mental state in general.

Before Zuckerman's post, I couldn't make these two pieces of myself match - my gratitude and cognizance of how very far I've come, and the places where I still can't match my friends' productivity or creativity. But now I can, and I feel like I can take a deep breath and face things again, knowing myself that little bit better, able to cut myself some slack and to strategize how to manage those still-depressive traits.

You can read the entry [here]. I hope it helps someone else as much as it helped me.
 
 
sheafrotherdon
10 December 2013 @ 02:12 pm
Wooooohooooo!  
I just faxed off my confirmation, so it's really truly true: I have just finished paying off $70,000 of debt. It's taken me six long years, but omg, it is done.

I'm not entirely debt free - I have one small student loan left, and I owe two dear friends some money, but the albatross of debt that was crippling my life six years ago is now gone. I have paid off three credit cards, own my car, and no longer owe the IRS a dime.

I did this with the help of Greenpath Debt Solutions, a non-profit debt counseling service that has offices all over the country. They have been nothing but helpful and supportive the whole way through this experience, and they negotiated down my interest rates and set a monthly budget for me that I could hold to. Now all that's left is rebuild my credit one little bit at a time!

WOOHOO! There were days when I did not think this day would ever come. I am thrilled!
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sheafrotherdon
13 November 2013 @ 11:14 am
I used to have a shoe icon, but I don't know where it went  
My grandmother had two expressions she liked to trot out on a regular basis: "You have to suffer to be beautiful" and "Your vanity will have to keep you warm." (Actually there were a third: "Someone's been around the jam pot, again." That one was when I started wearing red lipstick when I was seventeen.)

My vanity has, indeed, kept me warm on more than one occasion. But I generally don't believe that you have to suffer to be beautiful - indeed my grandmother's concept of what was beautiful generally doesn't jive with mine. But I'm reminded of the expression this morning as I walk around in four inch heels trying to decide if they're too tight to actually wear to a wedding this weekend.

I have been on a quest to try and find the perfect silver shoe. (My evening dress is bright blue, and I could go neutral, but thought silver would be kind of fun.) It's hard. There are shoes that are elegant but not in my size, and shoes in my size that look like they've been sprayed with a glitter hose. I opted for a pair of the second type first, and when they arrived yesterday I discovered they were . . . well. Tasteless. So I went searching again and found an elegant pair that looked better, and those arrived this morning. And they are kinda small. My feet are in them, but I'm not sure I could actually walk long distances in them. In short: if the zombie apocalypse hits this weekend while I'm at this wedding, I am going to be the first to go.

My feet are big because I am tall, and if they were smaller I would fall over. But finding shoes for size 11 is a challenge, not least of which because they sell out so fast. My size 11 sisters (and perhaps some brothers) and I are always in a mad competition to get. that. pair. of. shoes. because who knows when something cute will come along again?

Consider, too, that my feet were this large when I was 11 years old and my family had no money. Trying to find a pair of size 11 shoes that were appropriate and that we could afford was awful. That lasted a long time -- I clearly remember being twenty and returning, at Christmas, to work at the department store I'd worked at before college. I had no navy shoes (which were part of the uniform) so I wore the only pair of shoes I had - a pair of ankle-height, brown, lace-up boots. I was hauled into my manager's office to be told how unacceptable that was. And I had to confess that these were the only pair of shoes I had, and the only way I could afford to buy new shoes was to wait for my first paycheck and buy some then.

So in that light perhaps my quest for the perfect shoe now is understandable.

So, it seems likely I will be suffering to be beautiful on Saturday. And that is kind of dumb. But so are shoes, sometimes. The end.
 
 
sheafrotherdon
24 October 2013 @ 09:49 am
 
I've been traveling a lot for my job, lately, and lo, let me share these words of wisdom about the experience:

1) Do not believe the weather report. It may say highs in the upper 40s and clear skies, but it will actually snow. You will be unprepared. Lesson: never leave home without boots from October 1 to April 30.

2) When your host asks if you'd like some apples from their apple trees to take home with you, do not say yes. She will go outside, after dark, and pick 5 gallons of apples from the trees with a flashlight. Lesson: stop thinking about pie. (Mmmm, pie.)

2) Do not leave your phone on maps the whole trip. While it's handy to have the cheery voice of your Samsung Galaxy telling you where to go, it will be tragic when it runs out of battery power in the middle of nowhere. Lesson: get a phone charger for the car.

3) Do not pin your hopes of entertainment on there being NPR coverage from point A to point B. You'll end up listening to strangely discordant samba music while pulled over in an outlet mall parking lot, surfing their wifi to find out directions for the rest of your trip. It will be surreal. Lesson: hook up the iPod before you leave town.

4) Do not assume that your hotel will have a clearly visible sign near the road. Lesson: learn to sense where hotels are located with your spidey-sense.

5) Do not assume that your hotel will have a business center where you can print out your presentation. You will be disappointed. Lesson: write your presentation ahead of time and print it out days before. Doh.

Despite this series of unfortunate events, I've had a good time zipping all over the Midwest. But man alive, I am going to be glad to get home tonight and sleep in my own bed. Hoooome \o/
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sheafrotherdon
11 October 2013 @ 11:55 am
 
Yesterday, my friend called me in a panic at lunchtime, worried that a decision she'd made at work made her a bad feminist. Lying in bed last night, not sleeping (again), I realized how cool that was - that I have friends who are so committed to being *good* feminists that they call when they're worried they screwed up. She is the cutest.

While lying awake, I decided to try and give my brain something to do other than churn through various anxiety-producing scenarios (such as worrying about how I'll handle my job in 2014. Oh, brain). So I started trying to remember french verb forms. Je vais, vouz allez, il va, ils vont. Only then my brain decided this was too pedestrian, and the thing to do was to remember the verb forms involved in saying "I am a potato." Je suis une pomme de terre. Vouz êtes une pomme de terre.

So, I may be short on sleep, but if I ever have to go to a costume party in France and either go as a potato or see someone else dressed as a potato, I am good to go. \o/

* Ce ne sont pas les pommes de terre, ce sont les pêche! Bon dieu.
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sheafrotherdon
07 October 2013 @ 07:32 pm
food and drink  
Tonight I made, and ate, [livejournal.com profile] dogeared's DELICIOUS Butternut Squash soup, made some Vegetarian Chili for tomorrow, sipped on a Two Brothers Prairie Path Ale, and ate way more than the approved portion of Copper Kettle Caramel ice cream for dessert. YOM.

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This weekend my wee-est niece turned one, and we celebrated by hauling out her great-grandfather's hand-cranked cider press and making fresh cider. It was delicious, especially the adult version with rye in it.

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I really need to get over my fear of yeast so that I can learn to make just enough dough for two crispy rolls at a time. Is this possible, internets? I don't need a loaf, I just need a wee bit of crusty goodness to go with my soup. And my local baker makes delicious bread, but none of it is crusty. Where art thou, crusty deliciousness?

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It's getting colder, which means it's time for Dark and Stormies! Ginger beer, dark spiced rum, and a squeeze of lime juice. DELICIOUS.

What's delicious in your life?
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sheafrotherdon
02 October 2013 @ 05:04 pm
welcome back, depression  
Discussion of depression behind the cut )
 
 
sheafrotherdon
26 September 2013 @ 11:13 pm
oh, dear heart  
I'm having trouble sleeping tonight.

I spent a great deal of time today with a young woman who's very recently been sexually harassed.

Trigger warning for sexual harassment and sexual assault )

eta: cut tag fixed. My sincere apologies to anyone who saw the whole thing while I worked on unfutzing the code.
 
 
sheafrotherdon
22 September 2013 @ 01:07 pm
post every so often, Sunday  
Last night I went over to my friends' house for dinner, and after dinner I curled up on the couch with their six-year-old daughter, C, and we read Carl Sandburg poems out loud. For some reason C has hooked onto Carl Sandburg really hard, and since her parents had the complete works at their house, we had plenty of poems to choose from. I'd find her the poems that looked simple (and not too much about death) and she'd ably read along, figuring out words like 'laughter' which . . . how do you even sound that out as a child and recognize what it is? Brains, etc.

This was her favorite poem, Child's Moon, which reminded her of watching the moon out of her previous bedroom window:

The child's wonder
At the old moon
Comes back nightly.
She points her finger
To the far silent yellow thing
Shining through the branches
Filtering on the leaves a golden sand,
Crying with her little tongue, "See the moon!"
And in her bed fading to sleep
With babblings of the moon on her little mouth.

Then after C's younger sister was in bed, we turned on the TV, and Field of Dreams was just beginning. Against all my expectations, C was transfixed (proving she is a child of excellent taste ;)). My cute circuits about overloaded as she asked questions about the Voice (she thought someone might be hiding in the corn, but settled on it being magic when the Voice showed up in Boston) and Shoeless Joe. When I explained why he got kicked out of baseball she got absolutely afronted, and said how it was the gangsters who did the bad thing, and it wasn't fair. So she was especially happy that Shoeless Joe got to come back and play on a farm in Iowa. Before I left for the night I told her that the baseball field was real and we could go visit if we wanted and her eyes got wide as saucers. "It's real?" she said. I assured her it was, and she looked like I'd hung the moon. Take that, Disney :D
 
 
sheafrotherdon
21 September 2013 @ 02:37 pm
post every so often, day something  
I don't think I have enough interesting things to say to post every day, but I'm definitely going to follow the lead of the good folks who are doing so, and try to post more often. I'm enjoying seeing so much more on my flist of late!

This has been a truly bizarre week with many ups and downs. The PTSD stuff did its PTSD thing, and then I got depressed after realizing it was PTSD to realize it *was* PTSD, and yesterday I was the grumpiest grump who ever grumped. But then I slept for 13 hours and feel pretty good today. Brains. How do they work?

In other news: BANJO. I can now pick out the accompaniment to Red River Valley, and today's task is to learn the picking to a new song. (My book has been teaching strumming, chords, and picking solely through RRV so far and my word, I am tired of that song.) Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] heresluck I have some new banjo music to listen to, and I am having a ball. YAY BANJO.

Today I'm going to a one hour meditation class at an open house at the local yoga studio. I have had trouble meditating for five minutes, recently, so goodness knows how I'll do. But I have at the forefront of my mind the fact that you can't do meditation wrong, so I'll just jump in and see what happens.

I got my [livejournal.com profile] tw_holidays assignment and I'm totally excited about it. It's not Sterek, but something pretty challenging, and I'm so looking forward to wrangling it. I'm also glad to have my writing mojo back again after not writing for so long. Post every day for ten days didn't happen, but I got five out there, and it was good discipline for me. So hurrah.

I'm looking forward to the H50 team being back as of Friday, not least of which so that I can hear their voices again and work on [livejournal.com profile] squidgiepdx's story. I have such low expectations going into this season I can't even tell you. If they can manage to bicker and look pretty every episode I will consider it a fabulous win. The behind the scenes photos that are coming out look very promising, so we'll see!

The weather has finally cooled, here, and so my thoughts turn to chile and mashed potatoes and three sister stew (not all at once). It's so delicious for the room to be a little chilly when I go to bed at night - there is nothing better than bundling up in a thick duvet and having a wee cold nose but being cozy everywhere else. YOM.

In November I am going to see [livejournal.com profile] dogeared and [livejournal.com profile] kassrachel in what will be my first real vacation in eleventymumblewhat years. Okay, my 40th birthday involved an awesome vacation, so it hasn't been that long, but STILL. I am excite.

In other news: STILES. I ♥ him. The end.