It's easy to dwell on shitty crap. One way to break out of it is to notice nice moments when they happen then live in those moments. So here are three.As I waited for the bus I watched a pair of galahs in a tree.I caught a bendy-bus to the shops—and I was the only passenger.After an exhausting pain-wracked walk home I had a shower then hopped in the blow up pool. I sat for 10 minutes with my eyes closed and just blissed out.Moments grabbed, lived and loved for the win.
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I started watching the first 2017 Donald Trump press conference and when it came to Trump's turn to appear his intro music started up ... and kept going, cutting over his actual speaking after he got to the podium.My immediate thought was "why does he have intro music?". Intro music on the campaign is part of that scene, but he's the president elect ...
... I'd like to thank the Academy...UPDATE: My abdomen just mewed like a kitten. That's a surreal experience.
When you're a person with disability (multiple) that causes discomfort and pain, when you have those rare moments not soaked in pain you rush and do stuff before your body says no again.I can ride 20 kays on an exercise bike with some effort but bending and lifting objects is hard for me due to a failing skeleton. I had to de-turd the cat litter.
As a confirmed wikaholic and a nerd I spend entire days lost in Wikipedia following interesting wikis. I've read a lot about revolutions of late and how those movements govern themselves and others and it very much seems to be a case of baby see, baby do.Each of the big revolutions such as Russia in 1917 and in China from 1911 onward until 1949 when the communists won saw these revolutions countered with foreign actors supplying materiel and money to do so.It turns out revolutionaries take th
As a short fat kid unable to do sport I read a lot of books. I read books to transport me out of the real and horrible world into worlds of magic and wonder where even a short fat kid can forget he's those things.
I had to enter the pen to collect eggs and face off against the duck. This time I went on the offence and when I entered I grabbed the duck and put it on the compost bin. It's about four feet high so the duck can safely hop off but it takes a while for it to leap to do so.As it was dazed by my bin-relocation and unable to attack me I checked the new hutch for eggs and finding none then checked the old, seeing five.
With PTSD some sounds are murder on your soul; depending, that is, on how fired up your PTSD is.The Australian summer in the suburbs is blessed with pleasant noise like birdsong but infested with the unpleasant like mower or blower noise.With much rain there is much mowing and in a street in the suburbs that happens a lot.It happened at our house. But as part of exposure tolerance I didn't hide with ears covered. I acted normally as if the noise was not there.
I spent four an a half hours on a proper job application. So that's ping #11 away—and sent early too. I sat down with the mission to do it and then actually did it in one fell sitting.I didn't print but I did read aloud before I sent it and caught some shockers. At least this time I invested in quality management. I got prompted to go for the ping and I didn't let it pass; that was my mission and it's therefore mission accomplished.
The 90s Sandler triptych: The Wedding Singer, Billy Madison and Happy Gilmore.He loved all three.