Micro stabs to the heart.

I have a new embroidery project underway. This involves hours of pushing and pulling a needle through fabric. It is meditative, and it has the added bonus of creating something tangible. Beautiful, even.

The three maxims currently guiding me, in all my granola-ness, are:

“Don’t take anything personally.” (aka the second of The Four Agreements.)

“You gotta do what makes you happy.” Quote by Leif from Animal Crossing, although I am sure he stole that quote from someone else. That shady fucker. (Just kidding, he’s cute and I love him.)

“Anything is a better use of your time than doomscrolling.”

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Forget Jebus.

A month ago, Kristen texted me requesting my improv acting skills—a skill I did not know I had. This was to take place at Vancouver Community College, and I’d been looking for an excuse to visit the mainland. I didn’t realize that the date was right before the long weekend when everybody’s hyped about crossing the Strait of Georgia to get to the island or vice versa. Good Friday enthusiasts are no good.

Alright, I’ll leave before the long weekend ferry rush. Still, travelling to the ferry terminal right after work didn’t float my boat, and it’d been a while since I’d taken the seaplane. That was the plan until a co-worker pointed out Helijet was having a sale: $137. I’d never been in a helicopter!

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The opposite of outrage isn’t inrage.

Hi!

I’m a former hearing person. I was born in Canada, and grew up in a middle-class hearing family. I’m also white, straight, and cis. This means my life began with pretty much just one disadvantage: being female. Oh, and being an infant, but I outgrew that horrid phase.

Then I got deathly ill.

Do you know what happens when a cute little blonde three-year-old gets sick in Canada? Everything that could possibly be done to save my life, was done… and at no expense to my family. In the process of saving my life, though, the drugs that were administered destroyed my hearing.

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