Nothing like Jay carrying a sleeping kid into their beds to first make me go, “aww what a good dad”, and then “lets make another baby right now!”
just messaged a good friend from college who got his degree in exercise science or pt (i can’t remember everything) but asked him if he’d be interested in coaching me. I’m hoping to get crazy awesome and win some comps. like awwww yeaaah.
and he said he’d do it.
Time to put in some fuckin work.
Git stuff! Oh yeah!
Part of recovery is feeling sad, or angry, or hopeless, or negative, or “fat,” or anxious, or uncomfortable, and sitting with those feelings without hurting yourself to change that.
Recovery isn’t all about feeling happy. Yes, you will feel joy, but the ultimate goal is to be able to feel all of those feelings (even the “bad” ones) and be okay with that.
It’s okay to not be okay. Just don’t hurt yourself.
So goddamn important ***
Over in Connecticut :)
True story: I met a pagan priestess (basically like a pastor of a church) who lives a few houses up. I’m this close to checking yes for a Lughnasadh celebration, too lol
THIS BITCH WANTS $75 TO GO HALFS ON A PAIR OF DC SNEAKERS FOR A 13 YEAR OLD GOING THROUGH PUBERTY WHO IS BOUND TO GROW OUT OF THEM IN A FEW MONTHS.
Plus halfs on the rest of the shit he needs for school.
I’ll get him a backpack, two pairs of jeans, four shirts, and a package of socks. That’s it.
She fucking shoplifts movies and games left and right, but doesn’t think about shit her kid needs.
Fucking skank ass bitch.
I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore tbh lol I still ue herbs for healing and other stuff. Like basil is good for money, so keep some in your wallet for luck with money.
I’m more of a folklore type if that makes sense haha