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It's difficult to resist posting every thought online when social media has been a sort of surrogate for so long. But it has changed. It didn't always feel so open and overwhelmingly *unsafe as it does now. I'm coming to terms with this and learning to keep something for myself.
Today felt like a poop day, but I also had a keynote today, and a friend / mentor offered support, so it's not really a poop day. I also fed myself noms, and stared at snow falling from a pretty window.
Oh. And this photo? Just another weird selfie. I hope your day was good.
Happiness is possible.
Happiness is possible.
Happiness is possible.
Happiness is possible.
Something I saw earlier made me shaking mad, so I remembered that Bruce Banner has zen Hulk tools now, and I switched that mad into positive productivivity.
Keep throwing your b.s. at me. Please. Hulk maybe smash later. I mean . . .
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I feel a whole lot of gratitude for @addiebrook @femmeanddandy for asking me to #write this #essay about #changingmyname.
Read more here: https://t.co/tJB7pROnSg
Also, please check out @makeshiftlove's art! She created all our portraits for the masthead. Her #art is beautiful!
OK. I think the universe or whatever is saying I have to get up off my ass now. BRB.
I suck at parties. I tried though. Then I took a long walk, listened to the river, and had a nice conversation with the Lyft driver who took me the rest of the way home, and who coincidentally also sucks at parties. That was balm.