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Here's the deal with making your bed (I've been doing it consistently for over a year, maybe two? How old is this blog?). You get out of bed at balls-ass-early in the morning, make your bed, leave the room, come back to the room, and think, "OMG! My bed! It's so wonderful looking!" and it makes your day like 5 points better right out the gate. It's also fucking hot right now so my "bed making" is balling up the sheet, putting it by the pillows, done. And still pretty. Not hard, no anger. <3
This blog will be three years old in November, which hardly seems possible! My bed-making happens like this: my alarm goes off at the asscrack of dawn, I hit snooze, then the dogs pester me for breakfast, I stumble out of bed and make coffee with only one eye open, feed the dogs, let them out, and then go make my bed once both eyes are open and my fine motor skills are working normally. So I technically air my bed out for 5-10 minutes every morning. And 90% of the time, I am making it over, under, around, or in the midst of a battle with one of the dogs.
It’s an imperfect world, and we’re all just doing our best.
“It is okay to want your own happiness. It’s okay to care about yourself the most. You are not obligated to sit there and smile and swallow every bit of shit everyone heaps on you. You are more than furniture, you’re more than window dressing, you’re not their shiny toy. You’re human, and you have the right to say “That was shitty of you”. You have a right to protest your own mistreatment and set boundaries for respectful interactions. The rest of the world doesn’t realize you have this right, and they will act offended and appalled when you exercise it, but it is yours.”—Unknown (via ohteenscanrelate)
A writer for the new york times interviewed a series of people who had survived jumping off the golden gate bridge. Every person she interviewed admitted that about two thirds of the way down, they realized that every seemingly meaningless problem that caused them to jump was fixable.
This is a fundraiser I started to help pay for my father’s chemotherapy. I submitted it just days ago to another rsj blog. And I really am sorry to be e-begging like this, but we just found out that the chemo hasn’t been working like it should be, and he’ll need a bone marrow transplant - and the only thing more difficult than finding a donor will be finding money to pay for it.
I’m sorry for bothering you with this - and I’ll understand if you don’t post it - but we need help.
These stories just break my heart. Wish I had a huge pile of monies to help all the people.