I only have my bedroom to store my stuff. I kid you not. I had almost 10 bags of my stuff I had to get rid of last of in like 3 days. It was so heavy and I even had to put most of them in a dumpster in the pouring rain. Of course I had to keep my books. Well I recently got my new artbook from Japan. I haven't had time to look through all the pages but I'm starting to get make up ideas from the art. April is here but it's still cold where I live! The art inspired me to do a more light pink lipstick.

My car was totaled last month so I’ve been walking to work most days since it’s only a 20 minute distance. Since some of my days start as early as 6:30 I find it hard to wake up with enough time to do anything more than get dressed, feed my cats and leave. But tonight I’m setting up my coffee machine so all I have to do is grind the beans and start it when I wake up. I’m going to make myself a bagel to take on my walk with me as well as my coffee, and I’ve got my laundry by the door to start before work. My outfit is set out, my bag is packed, and my alarm is set for 5:15. (My wake and bake bowl is also loaded but shh don’t tell my boss lol.)

I’m so excited to go to bed tonight and wake up and have a good ass fucking day tomorrow even if I have to walk in the dark and it’s raining, as it likely will be. I hope everyone else has a wonderful morning tomorrow too. :*

I love when it's finally warm enough in the spring outside to line dry my laundry in the yard.

I put on my sun hat, grab my bag of clothes pins, and hang up laundry while I take in the warm sunshine, singing birds, and gentle breeze. Okay, so spring on the prairie frequently means gale force wind, so not always a 'breeze'. 😬 And right now everything is greening up, which is such a welcome change from winter's dead yellowish gray, brownish gray, and gray.

The title sounds more dramatic than it really is but it's the best I could come up with.

I get chronic ear infections, especially around the changing of seasons. The tubes that drain my ears don't work so good, so anything that for most people might cause some pressure, causes me infections. I've learned ways to get ahead of it but this one got away from me.

Anyway, today I went in to get my antibiotics, and the young Nurse practitioner looks in my ear and went "Wow! I wish I had a camera, that's a textbook presentation!" Apparently she had just graduated and was thrilled to see a real life version so exactly matching her textbooks. Despite being in pain, it made me laugh and tell her I was happy to assist.

It was nice to have that moment of laughter in a moment of pain.

I went for a short walk on a break from work and all at once the lilacs have bloomed. I stopped for a sniff and thought about Granny. When she was no longer mobile enough to get outside, I would cut a bouquet of lilacs for her.

Towards the end of my walk, a fox kit ran across the street in front of me. I think maybe she sent it to me. I got chills and pulled her sweater tighter around myself. I miss her.

While we were playing a video game my husband looked up and said "I think I'd like to take some flowers into work and brighten up the office." So we went on a walk and picked flowers from our yard and he took them into work. It's pretty amazing when you find your person.

+Seaspan Protector and Seaspan Challenger, a couple of tugs working in the downtown harbor.

+And those tugs were pulling Freedom Ace into the dock. I've lived here for over 20 years and it's my first time seeing tugs manoeuvring a boat into port!

+Hoochie Mama.

+Hardship.

+The 19th Hole.

+Xing De Hei.

+Un-Reel.

+Blithe Spirit.

+Kinbasket Queen.

+Miles A Weigh.

+Just One More Cast.

"Oh, just one more thing!" was said at least five times.

She sits in the garden which is in a slope on the mountain, and she puts her nose in the air and breathes smells carried by the upcoming breeze, from neighbours houses, cow fields and forests. She can stay there for 5 minutes with her little tip of her nose moving. I wish the whole world could be as peaceful as she looks.

I haven’t seen her since.

I was feeling cabin feverish and went out for dinner. There’s a small outdoor shopping center that usually has a lot of crowds and music on the weekends which is when I’m normally there. I didn’t even account for it being almost 8pm on a Tuesday, so I was surprised to see only a few scattered people out and about. It was weird, but not bad. I may start going out on weeknights more.

Waking up at your leisure. No rush to get up. Nowhere to be. It's very relaxing and peaceful.

One of the reasons I moved from a midsized town on the coast to a tiny town in the Midwest was that I wanted quieter days. This morning I took my puppy outside to pee and noticed it had rained. A friend dropped off a dozen farm fresh eggs simply because I couldn’t find them and she had extras.

The puppy is on my lap destroying his new toy while I drink my coffee. A friend in town texted me to say the website I set up looks great. I did a little sewing and listened to a podcast.

This is the exact type of quiet morning I wanted when I moved (ignoring the crews on my street digging holes all over the place).

I just attended a doctor appointment (private, coz my GP surgery gave me an appointment 3 days away...I am stingy, but will not wait this long), and I am having a quick coffee in a coffee shop near the doctors office (it really is more like an office than a surgery, hidden away from the main street in an almost central London).

There is this man, maybe in his 50s, who looks like a mix of Kevin Costner and Michael Keaton. He's sitting opposite of me with his little dog, a Pomeranian.

He is sipping his coffee, feeding the dog pieces of a biscuits and taking photos of the dog. He seems so at peace.

Meanwhile, a typical coffee shop music plays in the background, the place isn't crowded and the atmosphere is rather peaceful. People who walk in take notice of the Pomeranian, much to the joy of both the dog and the owner.

A few tables away two colleagues are having lunch, talking about their work in a very solemn, serious way. One of them is dressed in pink, has meticulous makeup and perfectly made up hair, the other one looks like she's just came back from a hiking trip.

My head aches a little, as I sit in the corner by the door, but I am quite happy with this peaceful place. I am reading a book and drinking Caramelised Macadamia Latte, which is, I must say, rather awful (the coffee, not the book, lol).

It's probably strange, but moments like this, of being a stranger in the crowd, observing people I don't know make me like living in the city. I don't get similar peace of mind from being in the nature, weirdly.

It's cloudy out, but I'm still in such a good mood regardless. I just discovered the online magazine rack offered by my library and have absolutely torn through it. I'm slowly making my way through a cup of coffee. There's a throw blanket in my lap, the living room is softly lit, and I can hear my husband's occasional moving as he sleeps in the other room. The plants on the side table are all healthy and growing. I have no more classes, no more exams. This day will be whatever I make of it. I'm going on a three-week trip to Scotland in two weeks, and it'll be my third time out of North America. I have no pressing worries, no immediate concerns (except filing my taxes, which I still have yet to do...), and, best of all, no negative thoughts in my head.

(warning: mentions of non-cozy stuff ahead, so feel free to leave if you want!)

I've had depression for nearly ten years now. If you'd told me ten years ago that I'd be this happy and content with my life, I wouldn't have believed you. I'm so incredibly grateful for everything I have, and I know that, even if my life goes off-track in the future, I'll always think back to this period and know that I can find this kind of joy again.

After years of my home collapsing into utter chaos. Mess and dirty beyond belief. My existence being jumping over piles of trash and cloths to find my bed, and just curl up and hide from the world. My mental health eventually snapped, and I have just returned a few days ago from a 6 weeks stay at a mental hospital. The stay was fantastic. It helped me so much with both trauma and depression. It is helping me get on track with my ADHD and autism. So, it has just been a god send I was there. Coming back out I knew I needed to do some changes for my home. I have changed the lay out of my flat, and gotten a lot of things out. I’ve also had a deep clean. And I’m using some techniques I learned at the hospital to try and keep on top of it. Everyday I write I list of things I have to do today in my flat, and I then check them off as I get through the day. It has helped me so far. But, because I used to spend so much time in my bed, a lot of time now.. I just don’t know what to do? I feel like I have to be functional. Like I have to do tasks, or it will all collapse again. But my list is done, and the rest there is to do, I just did the other day, so it’s not needed right now. I get put into this limbo, of feeling like everything is falling apart because I am not constantly doing some task. Like if I turn around, it will all go to chaos again. I feel restless. I spend so much energy.. I don’t know exactly how to word it. Just.. Being in this stressed mind? I get exhausted. But I am not craving sleep constantly as I did. Is this what it means to be an adult? How do you balance task and joy? And what is joy to me now? Well. I’m gonna go sweep the floor, although it is not really needed. But keeps me busy for a bit.

Take care reddit.

I've been going through the legal name change process for trans reasons, and last Friday I went to request an updated social security card. The clerk was so sweet! She noticed that I was changing to a feminine name and asked if I'd like to change my gender marker as well, and told me they didn't even need a court order for changing it on their system. At the end she told me that name changes and citizenship cases are her favorites to handle because of how happy it makes the client :)

She also said that I should get some cake afterwards to celebrate. So I did! Went out for fancy Italian food with some friends (I framed it as "they specifically said I NEED to get cake for the name change to go through" lmao) and got a chocolate lava cake 😌

in seventeen days i graduate college. in three days, all senior work is officially due. i have an essay i need to finish tonight.

the library closes in two hours. i’ve been sat here for four already, watching people wander by, filter out. it was mobbed when i got here, and now it’s dead. everyone else is finishing up and going to sleep.

i’ve got a half-drunk pepsi beside me, four pages left to write, and an unsettling amount of quiet around me to help me focus.

let’s do this.

Whenever I asked my mom for something as a kid, she would usually reply with “We’ll see, as long as you don’t get your hopes up.”

I was generally left with a feeling of confusion and worry because I thought that at any moment between then and getting what I wanted, I could contrive some fatal illness called “Yourhopesup”.

I'm away at grad school most of the week and come back on weekends.

One Friday I came home while my husband was at work and I heard very faint, very weak, very scratchy meowing from our cat, Merlin.

I felt TERRIBLE that our poor boy meowed himself hoarse being alone all morning. His voice recovered over the day and I told my spouse what I came home to.

The next week, I got a text while at school - "I think I know what you mean by Merlin losing his voice now, but he's an actor."

Apparently, he did the same thing when my husband came home on lunch break, but his voice miraculously and instantly returned to clear-as-a-bell, loud, vibrant meowing as soon as my husband picked up his favorite toy to play with him.

What a master manipulator.

As a bonus, if he's about to try to chew the houseplants and sees us coming, he will immediately lay down and pretend he was just walking over for a nap all along lmao.

My father-in-law is like a second dad to me. My husband is an only child, so my FIL never had a chance to have a daughter. In the 18 years I've been with my husband, my FIL has been a consistently positive influence in my life.

I'm close with my parents, but they live several US states away (about 2,000 miles). My husband's parents, however, live in our town.

My FIL also works in the same field as me, so he is somewhat of a mentor. My husband and I are in our mid-40s. My parents and my in-laws are both in their mid-70s.

As I get older, I find myself more grateful for the elders in my life.

I'm out of practice but decided to put down my phone and do some stitching. It was very satisfying and I would like to do it more often. I took an online class a few years ago and still have all the videos for reference, and I think if I practiced regularly I could get good at it and make some nice stuff for myself.

I'm not religious but I like the idea of a sermon. Some food for thought for a slice of time. I'm currently in a socially isolated time in my life but reading Sebastian Junger's Tribe has put things into perspective for me. I'm currently reading one of his other books and it's helping break the monotony of the daily grind.

I got a new toothbrush. I'd had my old toothbrush for several years (it was the kind you change the toothbrush head on,) but I finally broke it. I got a new one, the same type but a different colour. I like the new colour, it puts me in a good mood when I see it in the morning.

Inspired by u/benign_listener (thank you!)

"Now don't go out the back door kids."

"It's a whopper" - "Yea this is the horse pill."

"I'll be in in a minute. He wants me to put some bacitracin on it."

"I'm going to steal this pump, 'scuse me."

"You feel me touching you here? Here?"

"It feels like I ran a terrible marathon."

"I'm having trouble breathing, it feels like there's flaps pushing around my throat"

"Patient needs assistance, Room 12."

"I can't believe you read that emergency number, you knew it by heart."

"Can I keep talking to you? I just want to keep you awake."

"I like to joke around so don't take anything I say too seriously."

"All your labs look great. Let's get your dialysis and see if we can get you home."

To nurse: "Did you get a break yet?" Nurse: "We don't get those around here."

"Patient needs assistance, Room 29."

"I'm getting a lot of stomach pain all the sudden. It feels totally bloated, a lot of pressure."

To nurse: "Okay, what's next?" Nurse:"I just gotta call back to the docs to see."

"Well hopefully the CT scan will show something."

So my boyfriend has been away for the past few days, and in that time a bug moved into my room. I’m covered in bites, which I assumed were spider bites because I saw a few spiders milling about. To me, my new bug friend looked like a cute moth with his wings tucked in! I honestly thought he was my friend. Anyway, my bf comes back, notices it sitting above the bed, and questions whether it is a mosquito. I thought mosquitos were tiny and buzzed around, not big with long bodies and just sat around!! Long story short, he was a mosquito. We hoovered him up. I feel betrayed.

Scrubs Guy: Daffodils are perennials, aren’t they?

Roosevelt Island Tramway Shirt Guy: I don’t think so. I don’t know.

Scrubs Guy: They are.

Roosevelt Island Tramway Shirt Guy: They totally are.

Scrubs Guy: Doesn’t that mean they bloom all year ‘round?

Roosevelt Island Tramway Shirt Guy: No, no. It means you only have to plant them once and they grow forever.

Scrubs Guy: Oh. Huh?

Roosevelt Island Tramway Shirt Guy: I like daffodils.

Scrubs Guy: Me too.

I was driving to the coffee shop and I saw a man powerwalking along the road on the sidewalk wearing:

•normal exercise clothes

• a neon yellow and orange hi-vis vest (like a road crewman might wear)

•A knit, neon yellow full-face ski mask

•heavily polarized sunglasses

•Two hiking poles

He was going so fast.

It was ten a.m., 60°F, a very flat sidewalk, and sunny. I hope that man finds joy in his (neon) journey.

I’ve always loved cranberry juice. Sweetened of course but not too sweet.

Last night I made cranberry apple cider by heating up some cranberry juice cut with water before mixing in the cider powder packet. Had to taste it while it was heating to see if it was hot enough and found that cutting the cranberry juice actually made it yummier.

Today, I enjoyed several glasses between 1/3 water 2/3 cranberry juice, and 50/50. One of which I used as a place to house a lime popsicle in between bites, resulting in a delightful cranberry lime drink.

Now my juice will last much longer. My water, not to much. I’m very picky and buy gallons of water instead of using the tap. Tastes… milky. Not sure why? But good ol purified is worth $5 a week. Oh well.