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Jan. 16th, 2019 10:00 pm Preparing for the convention like I'm preparing to be under siege. I've made packing lists, baked mac'n'cheese and a quick bread and these egg-pucks I can pretend are mini frittata. I've got hand sanitizer, hand lotion, and all the elderberry-zinc type things I can shake a stick at. I'm bringing seventeen kinds of glitter, at least three cross-stitch projects and my own electric kettle.
The boys took me out to Oleana tonight to celebrate my birthday one day early (so tomorrow night I can stress-pack and stress-bake and generally fret) and then I got my present, which is a reservation to go hug a beluga whale at mystic aquarium.
Something feels around the corner and I'm not sure what and I'm not sure if I'm supposed to wait for it or go out looking. My therapist tells me over and over again to get rid of my supposed-tos and shoulds and just try to figure out what I want or need to do. And, at the moment, the answer to both of those is go to bed.
The boys took me out to Oleana tonight to celebrate my birthday one day early (so tomorrow night I can stress-pack and stress-bake and generally fret) and then I got my present, which is a reservation to go hug a beluga whale at mystic aquarium.
Something feels around the corner and I'm not sure what and I'm not sure if I'm supposed to wait for it or go out looking. My therapist tells me over and over again to get rid of my supposed-tos and shoulds and just try to figure out what I want or need to do. And, at the moment, the answer to both of those is go to bed.
