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piecesinprogress:

Getting Back on Track Made Simple!

It happens to all of us- we get stressed, busy, or just unfocused. Our healthy habits take a back seat so here’s a simple guide to getting back on track. The most important thing is to remember that being healthy is a lifelong endeavor so don’t worry about mistakes or the past, move forward and create a better future for yourself!

For more nutrition tips and tricks go here. :)

Just found out I have a FREE gym membership through work!!!!!!

You know where I’ll be tomorrow.

(via mindy-fit)

As my current placement reaches it’s midway point, I’ve started thinking about what type of work I’d like to do for my next placement. There are two agencies that I would like to explore. Children’s Aid Services or Residential Support for men who have criminally offended.

I feel that the residential facility (that is located in my hometown) feels like a better choice. I use the word feel as I try and find a guiding light that can direct me based on my spiritual path.

Schizophrenia has been fascinating and I enjoy individual counseling and life-skills that ACTT2 uses to support its clients. My supervisor has a natural ability to lead (even when she is not around) and I feel support by such a cohesive team.

The dampers are that I find that the travel-time and free labour makes me feel somewhat resentful to the whole experience. At what cost am I willing to compromise my financial stability for someone else?

A patient today, who is a former family MD, told me yesterday that as a student the most valuable thing I could have is self-assertion. He said “always do what you feel is right and watch it piss everyone else off”.

Just a few morning thoughts. Not feeling too insightful today.

No more super dramatic feelings or emotions. It’s time to face the facts and realize that I probably have real feelings for him. After this Sunday, I felt so elated and I missed being that intimate with him.

Afterwards, though, I still questioned it. I wondered if I missed being intimate or missed it with him. But after so long, feeling the same intensity I felt before - I’d be lacking any sort of self-awareness if I continued to lie to myself.

So why did I lie? I think that when you know someone doesn’t want you, you know you don’t want to leave them but you don’t want to impose anything on them any further. We enjoy the company and the intimacy but recognize that there won’t be anything more. What happens, though, is that any other opportunity to be with someone else pales in comparison.

Part of it, as well, is that I don’t know what I would want. I don’t know what I can give. Maybe nothing? Possibly everything.

There are times too when I feel like he just needs support. At those acute stages I just want to be there. I want to provide support with no expectations. I think that’s why I really wanted to be a friend. It is important to me that no one feels like they need to repay me for support. It’s given with no expectations - I would feel so hurt and violated if I confided in someone about my struggles and they turned around and said “well I’ve been here for you, aren’t we together?”

I think this is why I don’t want to ever pursue something. It’s just not there. When the topic comes up, it feels so superficial. I don’t think I would ever express my feelings so casually which is why people often find me cold. I don’t want to say anything that I don’t mean so I become a little bit slower and a lot more careful. It’s different though. It’s different to be around him versus around other men.

Ultimately, I don’t want to think too much about this. There is greatness to be pursued in the form of social justice and advocacy that requires careful attention and vigilant self-directed education. I need to focus on my future, on my finances, and on my health.

windswilltakeyou:

zenpencils:

NATURE LOVES COURAGE by Terence McKenna

Here’s yet another great zen pencils comic. I think what i love about this strip though is the comments. Like this reader (Frederick Kerling) said, “people that jump the abyss and live, have already tried every possible way to safely climb down, or at least explored the sides. The thing is people that just jump, think that it is the jump that matters. But it is the exploring beforehand that tells us, what patch of ground to aim for”

Pretty profound. Thinking about my jumps and the more to come. 

Oh my god. This is such a beautiful rendition of my latest visions. I’m so grateful to have seen this.

I love it, love it, love it so much!!

laurachavela:

queerfabulousmermaid:

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freshmouthgoddess:

Good Secret Bad Secret - Girls Handclapping Song! (by createfuturegood)

Protect girls against abuse

Get it girls! Let em know.

Go on girls. If this ain’t revolutionary then idk what is!

*Cries* my heart

I wish I had heard this when I was younger. This is brilliant. Must show little sisters now. Protect girls against abuse.

(via britanny0620)

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whatwhiteswillneverknow:

How to use your white privilege

If the “passing privilege” person is looking at this blog, this is one thing you can do, if you’re up to it.

Reblogging for excellence.

Too beautiful.

More passing people, and people who recognize white privilege should do this

for the white folk who ask “but what am i supposed to do about all of this”

soooooooosososososo so good.

WHITE PASSING/WHITE PEOPLE PLEASE WATCH THIS IF YOU EVER WERE GONNA WATCH ANYTHING WATCH THIS.

Just wanna state that I believe being hard femme also means using your privileges (whatever they may be) and your ability to be hard badass femmes to smash down on oppression just like this.

Amen.

YES YES YES YES I’M FUCKING CRYING ALL OF THIS YES THANK YOU.

I just shared this with my husband (who is white).

The story also reminded me of when I went to the West Hollywood Agent Provocateur with my friend Elisabeth Dale (author, breast expert, and also a white woman). The two white sales staff bent over backwards to entertain her, and when she purchased a very expensive pair of sunglasses, didn’t even blink.

However, when I went to purchase a $20 book, they needed to see my ID and verify that I was who I said I was.

Racism is real, y’all.

(via erincolleensays)