Of Color and Contemplation

12,870 Days Alive

Today is the first official day of Autumn. Mabon was yesterday and I didn’t do much beyond break bread with Fen.

We shared a meal again this evening, watching Unsolved Mysteries and then The X Files. We bleached my the long side of my head, too.

Image is of a person wearing glasses and a blue nightshirt; half their head is buzzed short and pink, the other half longer and blonde.

I actually really dig the blond. Though I’d like to trim down the buzzed side soon. As to what color I’m going to dye it, I have no idea yet. I did a patch test of Arctic Fox’s Posideon, but I’m not sure if that’s really the blue I want. We’ll see.

I worked a bit more on Sparrow’s Seaside Blanket tonight, but I was more focused on getting the list of names down in Scrivener than crocheting. I’m trying to get the full outline entered into the scene breakdown cards before NaNoWriMo 2020 starts so I don’t have any excuses to not write.

Right now, though, I want to take the time to be grateful for everything I have and am. I’ve come a very long way just in the last few months. Therapy is going well. I haven’t had a truly bad manic episode in almost two months. I’m still working through the depression, but the mental radio is a bit quieter these days.

I’m grateful to my friends and family for all their support during this COVID-craziness. I’m especially grateful to J and Reffie for being my rocks when everything went a bit tumultuous.

I have a good car, a good job, a great roommate, and a positive outlook for the future.

For now, I’m going to end on that positive note.

Take your meds, folks.

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