What’s the oldest thing you own that you still use daily?

My pentacle is on a chain handed down from my grandmother to my mother to me. I wear it pretty much every day unless I have to pass as a normal person.

What notable things happened today?

I worked two and a half hours of overtime, skipped my lunch break, and have a hell of a headache.

What are you passionate about?

Being artistic. Writing. Non-hostile architecture. Reading. Crocheting.

What’s the one luxury you can’t live without?

Is owning a cat a luxury? Like, he’s a spoiled little princeling. Has a water fountain that burbles up out the center, gets treats on the regular, and generally is a lovebug.

If not that, then a computer. I’d rather a typewriter or one of those new style, portable, silent word processors like this. But that would just be entering the realms of the technological bourgeoisie.

So. I guess that’s my answer.

If humans had taglines, what would yours be?

Probably something along the lines of “yarn-addled”.

What are the most important things needed to live a good life?

There are several things that are important to live a good life.

The obnoxious and obvious thing would be the basic needs met. I’m not fond of Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs, because it’s a stolen idea and all that. But you, dear reader, know to which I refer when I say basic needs being met.

In any case, I think there’s several things that are needed for a good life.

First of all, humor. I know it’s not a physical thing, but a good sense of humor is very important. Being able to laugh at the ludicrous things that can happen in daily life. I’m quite good at humorous flips to even the most unfortunate situations.

Likewise, patience is important. I struggle with patience, in all honesty. I have patience when dealing with paper-crafting or crochet-centered things. But I am otherwise fond of instant gratification in most things. Probably why I’m not good at gardening.

And lastly, compassion. For the obvious reasons: we need to live in a world where others care about their fellow humans.

So, that’s my opinion. Take it as you will.

Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life.

Honestly, crocheting really brings me joy. As does reading or giving someone a batch of freshly baked cookies or bread.

How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen?

I’ll be completely honest: I don’t know when to unplug. I burn out often, or get over stimulated and melt down.

When I do, it’s a lot of Enya playing quietly, my sleep mask on, and snuggles with Mac and my cat, Spock. Sometimes it’s video calls with J or Reffie, or texting with Chelé.