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Life is full of things which are hard or tedious or otherwise unpleasant that need doing anyhow. They help make the world go 'round, they improve skills, and they boost your sense of self-respect. But doing them still kinda sucks. It's all the more difficult to do those things when nobody appreciates it. Happily, blogging allows us to share our accomplishments and pat each other on the back.

What are some of the hard things you've done recently? What are some hard things you haven't gotten to yet, but need to do? Is there anything your online friends could do to make your hard things a little easier?

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Date: 2022-06-15 11:41 pm (UTC)
siliconshaman: black cat against the moon (Default)
From: [personal profile] siliconshaman

Spent all day, from 9am to around 4:30pm cutting metal, drilling, welding and so on...I even forgot to break for lunch. But my beloved now has a heavy duty shopping trolly with BIG tires and a 15mm stainless steel axle (the old one had bent and worn out) and proper bearing blocks so it gliiides rather than creaks along reluctantly on wobbly wheels that make curbs a struggle because they were too small.

I tell you what though, getting a shower after that felt gooood! It was hot grimy work and in sunny weather my workshops is basically like a green house even with all the doors and windows open.

BTW does anyone have a good simple recipe for a basic vegan omelette? My daughter was struggling to make one and failed utterly. She's ok with normal flour, but can't eat eggs or milk. (food intolerances.)

Today. Writing.

Date: 2022-06-16 12:36 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] dialecticdreamer
Today was horrid.

I survived the grocery shopping, but I burned through most of my spoons, and am now struggling to write.

All of next week should be fired with cause, then fired into the sun. Getting through it is going to take an enormous amount of effort and focus. The former, maybe... the latter is clearly not working right now.

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Date: 2022-06-16 01:35 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] we_are_spc
Both a friend and I got shitty news, and are freaking the eff out right now.

It's really hard to not retail therapy still (Despite the fact we took some of it out on buying groceries) despite my news meaning I won't work for a bit.

(Please don't ask here: I'm still raw enough to want to cry at any minute)

...

Sometimes I wish [personal profile] worldofwords...I wish we'd been more active with it. I could use the sponsorship right now. >.>

-Trausio~

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Date: 2022-06-16 02:19 am (UTC)
ng_moonmoth: The Moon-Moth (Default)
From: [personal profile] ng_moonmoth
A few years back, my mom got a diagnosis for the condition that was expected to eventually kill her. Thursday, the skilled care staff at the facility my parents had moved into 13 years ago, and where she had gone from independent living to assisted living to skilled care to hospice, made the call the family had been expecting: she was showing signs of rapid decline. The younger of my two sisters, who has been helping my mom do the things she was no longer able to do for herself for quite a while, packed a bag with a change of clothes and went over the next day. My sister was there for all of us at the end, very early Saturday morning.

Since then, I have been sitting with my memories of my parents: the good things they passed on to us; the things less suitable to us that they wanted us to pick up "for your [their] own good" in service of coercing me to be the person they wanted me to be instead of the person I wanted to be (and there was enough overlap that it took a long time for the difference to become clear enough for me to break free of that hold); so many things they introduced me to so I could develop my own love for them; and my participating in a number of those activities that I came to love, in memory of her since Saturday.

I am now busy reconciling all those memories into a recollection of who she was, and who she was to me. At the same time, I am coming into a form of independence that I had not felt strongly while she was still alive: I am no longer Answerable To Mom. I can come into my own self in a way I didn't feel I was able to while she could see, and express her opinion on, the choices I made. And though I would have been, and was, loved the same whatever my choices, I still censored myself too often for the sake of our relationship. Freeing myself from this feeling is very much a work in progress, but it is now one I feel like I can move more rapidly and surely on.

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Date: 2022-06-16 11:57 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] kengr
Finally had the spoons to hit the grocery store. Filled my folding cart (and then a bit).

Got most of what I needed/wanted. I'll make a trip or too with just a reusable bag or two to fill in the rest.

Today I hope I'll both have the spoons (and lack of "don'wanna") to hit the food box place

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Date: 2022-06-16 02:32 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] readera
I have a few busy weeks at work coming up. We are rolling out a new system & we are supposed to be experts since we are the team people will go to with questions. Small team ( my fear & 1 other) gets it next week, then the week after that everyone does.

It has lots of tools to help people do things on their own so hopefully it should be better & easier for people to use. But the transition to any new system is rocky.

Trying to keep myself going & prepare for those two weeks. I need to get some quick freezer food & hopefully doing some cooking in advance too. I also have to clean house this week since my partner has an in home check up next Wed.

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Date: 2022-06-17 01:45 am (UTC)
mdlbear: spoon gauge reading empty (spoon-gauge)
From: [personal profile] mdlbear

I'm trying to work out how to move -- myself and two cats, and a small amount of furniture -- from the house on Whidbey Island that I shared with Colleen, down to the ADU at N's place in Seattle. Should have started a year ago. The yard is suffering from at least two years worth of neglect. The whole process is littered with loose ends and emotional landmines.

Realizing how much I relied on Colleen to help deal with stuff like this.

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