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I’m feeling incredibly capable tonight. You know sometimes I find it difficult do understand that I can *do* practically anything I set my mind to as long as I exercise the appropriate amount of patience. A quick overview? I bought a really nice bed-frame awhile ago. It’s a distinguished piece– I got it when I was promoted as a gift to myself because I thought that this is what I should have. Silly fucking me. A couple things about it? I hate it. It doesn’t feel like me. I have not felt comfortable sleeping in it since day 1. There’s no need to get into how an integral piece of the wooden frame was broken, but it was, rendering it utterly useless. I kept meaning to get it fixed, but the idea never moved me enough to actually pay to get it fixed. Then I wanted to throw it away, but that felt wasteful. I’ve been sleeping on my couch because I couldn’t decide what I wanted to do with the bed frame other than set it on fire. I asked my mother if she wanted it and like the hoarder she is, she said yes. But it’s such a nice piece, that I was like okay let me try to fix it for you. Five hours later, a lot of “fucks,” and a healthy amount of elbow grease and I FUCKING FIXED IT. It’s all hers now, moved and everything. I kept the momentum and continued on and stopped screwing around with my home office, which really hasn’t been a home office. It’s just been a space with my school work and my work work and a lot of uninspired energy. I have quite a bit of work to do it but I made so much progress. I’m writing this very post from it. I got shit done today. I allowed myself to feel sadness today and still pushed through it.

Today was a good day.

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Leona View All →

30-something Mississippi queer. Bleeding heart with a soft spot for honesty and oversharing. Conquering corporate America and my own insecurities– one day at a time.

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