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whetstonefires · 3 months

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See I don't necessarily disagree with what seems to be the primary reading that Yue Qingyuan's shifu fucked him over, caring nothing for his needs or preferences and only for whether he was useful. That makes sense, it ties into plenty of the generational and societal themes of the story. It fits.

But iirc we don't actually get enough information to know that's what happened.

And the thing is it would be so in-character and also thematically appropriate if Yue Qingyuan absolutely did not explain his goals or why he was working so hard, because it was private and shameful and he didn't expect any sympathy, and there was a high risk of losing everything if he blabbed.

And also if he engaged with the existing ruleset with which he was presented, i.e. 'can't go off on your own on personal business until you've mastered your sword,' in the most negative and controlling manner possible, as absolute commandments.

He's a different kind of guy but he comes from the same background as Shen Jiu! It fucked him up also!

He is very very very not a guy who trusts the system to make allowances for him--even once he has all the power he 'does what he wants' and 'makes selfish choices' as a conscious transgression; not something he has a right to do, just something he can get away with so he's gonna. (And ofc he spends almost all the latitude he grants himself on sqq.)

And even less is he a guy who opens up easily.

He isn't too proud to ask for help or pity, so much as he just doesn't expect to get any.

So in this interpretation, he understood that rule as a non-negotiable barrier in his path, the target to overcome, and focused all his considerable will and talent on overcoming it through the sphere of action he felt he had control over.

And fucked himself up bad.

Whereupon his teacher, possessing absolutely no context for this dumb shit their star pupil pulled, did the only thing they thought might work to save his life, paying in the process no attention to the raving of someone deep in a psychotic break.

Like, I feel like there should have been a better, kinder medical option, but I don't know for sure that there was, so I can't say with certainty this was the kind of cruelty that derives from not caring enough.

And it really would be kind of elegant and so typical of Yue Qingyuan's fundamental tragedy if the real mistake was 'not confiding in anybody' the whole time.

And he was just so deeply sunk into the understanding that explaining and asking were useless that, even looking back, it never really occurred to him that maybe his mistake wasn't 'fucking it up when trying too hard to solve everything on his own' but 'assuming there was no help to be had, and that he had to do it all on his own.'

Like. What if this really could all have been avoided if he'd just trusted and communicated with the adult in charge of him? But of course, of course his history of trauma (neglect, child abuse, exploitation, being the One Responsible for the younger kids whom he could not keep safe) meant he was absolutely not going to do that.

It was basically impossible. For the person he was, the person the world had made of him. And that's always been the core tragedy the whole novel circles back upon.

People can only ever be themselves, and so very often the elements of self that let them survive until now are that which dooms them, that means they need someone else to intervene if they're ever going to be saved. Because your personal doom is always the thing from which you can't save yourself.

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dukeofriven · 5 years

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Let Boys Love Girl Things

For a deeply depressed, angry, and vitriolic bisexual 20-something who stumbled out of a toxic 2-year intensive college program confused as fuck about his gender and hurting everyone around him, it is with no exaggeration that I say My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic’s low-key stakes, warmth, humour, kindness, and utter lack of cynical irony was my first step on the road not only to recovery but coming even sort of close to having an accord with my identity. So I quite frankly I am exhausted that I have spent nine years being judged on the behaviour of a fandom group from 4chan. Nine years ago there was a gross perpetuation of toxic masculinity where men were ridiculed en-masse for liking a “girl’s show,” a campaign of derision that only intensified as the worst elements of 4chan gave everyone the evidence they seemed to want to justify their snap-judgement that boys liking girls shows was fundamentally weird, gross, and worthy of censure. We like to clap ourselves on the back for how woke we are now. There’s no discourse that says it is “skeevy” that men enjoy She-Ra, and petulant MRAs on Reddit getting upset about the show’s new ‘feminist’ agenda is considered to be representative of nothing other than petulant MRAs on Reddit, not the She-Ra fandom as a whole. Steven Universe is triumphed everywhere as a victory for better masculinity - without anyone ever noting that Steven would love every single moment of My Little Pony: FiM. He’d cry at the wedding, and he’d weep at the destruction of the library, and he’d think the Storm King was an effective villain while Connie rolled her eyes and tried and failed to point-out the weak characterization. Steven would cheer and cry every time a villain was redeemed through the power of love and friendship. Because he’s Steven, and he loves schmaltz, and it’s okay for a boy to like schmaltz. If we truly believe that, as we say we do, it’s time let the habit of shaming boys who liked a cartoon show go. It’s been a decade. Yes: MLP: FiM had a disgusting contingent of its fandom. You know what other franchise has that problem? A little film series you might have heard of called Star Wars. A contingent of Star Wars fandom was so racist it drove actors of colour off of twitter because it piled hate upon them. It was so misogynistic that somebody out there recut the entirety of The Last Jedi so that men save the day and all the women get reduced to bit parts. And yet if I see a Star Wars avatar my first assumption generally isn’t “oh you like Star Wars, so you must therefore be a misogynistic racist.” Because statistically speaking, you aren’t - just like, statistically speaking, the men who liked My Little Pony weren’t 4chan users. Not that most people bothered to find that out, because - shockingly - the worst elements had loud voices and got all the press, and the standard we applied to them was so entrenched in patriarchy that none of us wanted to accept that men could like the girls show without it being some gross violation of the proper order. I’m tired of that. The show’s been on nine years - long enough that kids who grew up watching it are old enough to start entering “The Discourse Space,” and what kind of example do we want to set for them that a show that might have meant so much to them growing up is given a defacto label of deviancy? ”Adult males like this show about the little kiddie ponies - that’s so creepy.” There’s a point I want to make here that I think really needs to be said so I am going to make it large

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic is a show for children; it is not a show about children.

What do I mean by this? Adventure Time is the story of Finn, a 12-year-old. Steven Universe is a show about Steven Universe, a 12-year-old. Ok K.O. is a show about K.O. a 6-11 year-old. Avatar: The Last Airbender is about a group of kids aged 11-14. She-Ra is a show about Adora who is… 16-ish? 17? And so on.

MLP:FiM is a show about 20-somethings. It’s a show about a grad student, a small business owner, a baker, a farmer, an environmental technician, a… trust fund baby?*... and, later, a former dictator. Yes, there are some kid characters, but the primary cast are all young adults who’ve reached adulthood and found themselves having to learn over and over again all sorts of shit they really ought to have known by now but don’t. It is, in short, a story about Millennials: an entire generation who reached adulthood not knowing what that meant or how to cope. Every time you laugh at the characters and go “how do they not know this [obvious thing that is obvious to adults]” you do so while watching a children’s cartoon rather than paying your taxes because you’re still not sure how to do that properly and are just low-key freaking out about it and hoping the problem goes away on its own. I speak from experience. The list in endless: we might ridicule the ponies ignorance at social graces, but i’ve been on this hellsite long enough that I’m pretty sure most of you are social-anxious neurotics who cock-up just as often and just as spectacularly as any pony on the show.

I’ve grown up in-sync with these characters. I’ve seen them go from floundering at 20 to sorta getting their act together and coming to grips with adult life as they reach 30. I’ve seen them become successful, get new jobs, start new careers. There have been episodes about how to deal with parents who embarrass you, how to get your parents to understand that you’re an adult now and want to be treated that way. There str stories about how to handle deadbeat older brothers who won’t stop mooching off your emotional labour, and how to mourn parents who’ve died. There are also stories about the byzantine nature of school regulation. (If next season is all about Twilight Sparkle reforming the Equestrian tax code it will be entirely in keeping with the adult-life-trend the show has been on for a while.)

My point with all this is that the “liking the kid’s show” narrative is disingenuous in the way it frames fans as creepy. To get tu quoque about it all I could raise my hand and point at all you adults gushing about all these kid protagonists in your favourite cartoon shows and go “Isn’t that CREEPY and GROSS you DEVIANTS” and on and on and on.

But I won’t.

Because it was never really about that, was it? It’s never been about that.

It was, at first, about what it was and wasn’t okay for boys - for men - to like. As a kid who’d been mercilessly bullied for being even the tiniest bit effeminate, openly embracing the fact that I liked this show about the colourful cartoon ponies felt like painting a target on my back. As for the boys younger than me - the boys still in high school in 2010 and 2011 who openly embraced this show? Braver than any US marine. When this all started it was about policing what was ‘appropriate’ for boys - nobody gave the adult Transformers fandom the same kind of shit, I assure you. It was about patriarchy - and how unwilling we all were to let go of it, no matter how progressive we told ourselves we were. Just like any moral panic, it developed a far more disturbing tone of disapprobation because if a handful of fans on 4chan were creepy than surely all the fandom was creepy. I’ve had plenty of fun mail in my inbox as people with cartoon avatars told me my opinion was invalid because I had an avatar from a different cartoon show. If I had an MP avatar that made me a “brony,” which made me a creepy MRA edgelord. Never mind that I don’t even use the term, and haven’t since… well, since the grossest elements of 4chan got it tattooed on their phalluses and trumpeted it to the heavens as the calling card of their misogyny.

There was a moment, I think, back in the halcyon days of 2010 and 2011 where we could have taken this another way. Where, socially, the rise of boys watching ‘the girl’s show’ was treated as a breakthrough, as a paradigm shift, as something to be celebrated and nurtured instead of something to revile like an anti-homosexual PSA from the 1950s. “Can’t let the adult men near that children’s show, who knows what might happen. They might repeat the trends that all fandoms have done for decades upon decades - the horror!”

We could have been better - but we weren’t. We mocked, and clutched our pearls, and looked appalled, and in doing so we fed the trolls all the ammunition they’d ever need to turn themselves into The Poor Oppressed Babies who just wanted to be left alone to watch their ponies and belittle women in peace. So the gender-questioning bi boy trying to feel good about himself got rounded-up with the usual 4chan suspects because we both enjoyed the same television program.

Patriarchy is not an external force with its boot upon our necks: it is a collaborative social effort, reinforced both consciously and sub-consciously every day. The internet of the early 2010s was a very different place, and the decisions we made then still live with us today. If we want to stop the perpetuation of toxic masculinity, we have to ourselves cease to perpetuate it. There’s an entire generation of queer boys and non-binary boys and non-bro cis-boys - the kind who cry and care and give a shit about kindness - who have grown up on Steven Universe and Adventure Time and yes, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. These are boys who deserve to have a better place prepared for them than I had, one that isn’t still littered by the baggage of all the dumb stupid crap from 2010 and 2011.

It’s time to let the ghost of Toxic 4chan Fandoms Past go already, and let this show about cartoon ponies be free to entertain and delight without incurring a moral inquisition. Life is so bad right now, the news is so dire. Curl up with My Little pony: Friendship is Magic and let all its goodness, and kindness, and laughter, and caring carry you away and remind you that we can still tell stories about worlds in which those virtues are treasured. Let the show stand on its actual merits, and not the cultural lodestones of long-gone reprobates. And stop granting the phantoms of 4chan the power to say anything meaningful in 2019.

_________________ *Serious question: what does Fluttershy do for a living? Like, as her job? For most of the series? She’s the only one who doesn’t have a meaningful career, and after meeting her enabling parents you just know she’s been living off pre-existing savings for years (she’s thrifty like that).

[Note: this post was originally posted in this thread. It has since been re-edited and slightly modified.]

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 6 years

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One Night Only • Part 6

AN: What I said last time still stands. Positive criticism is welcome. Like always, thank you for supporting the fic, ESPECIALLY my tagged folk and a special shout to @shesfromwakanda 💕

Warning: Language, Smut, Daddy Kink

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Last night you and Erik sat intertwined on that balcony as the sun rose, gradually transforming the deep dark palette into rich oranges and pinks. The chirping of small birds brought you into the new day. A fresh day. Your day. You planned to milk it for every drop of love and attention Erik could provide... after a nap.

"It's my day now," you whisper into Erik's lips. His eyelids are heavy and so are yours.

"Anything you want, babygirl," he murmers and you can tell he's been struggling to hang on, unwilling to sleep.. just like you.

"I know exactly what I want. Follow me." With a quick kiss, you rise and drag him and the comforter back into the room, locate your phone, and set a two-hour alarm. Collapsing onto the bed, you bury yourself and him underneath the warmth of the blanket. Like magnets you find and cling to each other, your leg over him and his arm around you.

"Two hours," you whisper into his scarred chest, but he's already out. His breathing is even and so is the faint thump of his heartbeat. So you follow suit and close your eyes, listening to the consistent beat until sleep claims you.

"Baby, stay with me.." It's faint, but you hear it. Are you strong enough to overpower your exhausted body enough to move your lips and respond?

"I won't leave if you don't." Yes! You managed to pull yourself from the wave of unconsciousness threatening to swallow you whole every few seconds and respond. Now he knows. He knows how you feel.

"Come with me.." The words float through you, grinding against your glee like silk you can wrap yourself in. You want to melt into this wonderful man, becoming one.

"I love you," you whisper. A sensation comes over you as though you're being tickled.. on your pussy.. or.. are you peeing?! Your eyes snap open and there's a large lump under the cover between your wet thighs. You can feel wetness leaking out of you and lots of tongue. You pull back the cover and Erik's thick head of black kinks is there like an extended pubic bush. For a moment you're entertained imagining your pussy with locs, but that entertainment is quickly replaced by a building ache that has you climbing the sheets like walls. His fingers attack your g-spot like John Boyega attacked the block and as you lose your breath, you pull on those short locs, causing him to suck you harder like last night. The smacking of his fingers inside you becomes loud squelching and then you freak..

"I gotta pee..," you squirm, but his strong hands pin you down firm while the feeling comes stronger.

"No you don't," he briefly counters.

You don't know if you want to cum or piss and that scares you, but it really scares you to know that this situation can go downhill very quickly if he doesn't move. "Erik move, I really gotta pee," you murmer trying your best to push him away, but he doesn't let up.

"Let go," he says.

Your head swims as you try to hold back, but his unrelenting fingers have your entire being trapped in a sexual limbo. You just want to ascend into bliss. With nowhere to run, you have no choice. You let go and liquid shoots from you, soaking his beard, his neck, and the hotel sheets.

"SHIT," Erik gasps as you lay there thinking about the deviance of what just took place.

"You making a mess babygirl!.. You doing this for daddy to clean up? Huh?" His mouth returns to the scene of the crime and slurps at the evidence as he strategically hooks his fingers into you again.

"Nigga I just R. Kelly'd you, how are you happy," you squint, still breathless.

"This your first time squirting?" He looks perplexed, but then understanding kicks in and a tinge of sympathy.

You didn't think you were capable of squirting because you never had. None of your exes had ever pushed your body to that point. Not even Amont and until Erik "Sex Guru" Stevens he'd been the best you'd ever had.

"I need to make up for that," Erik breathes and the ache comes back twice as powerful, bringing a screech out of you. It's not long before you're squirting again, legs quaking out of your control. You feel yourself blackout for a full second, completed and empty.. heaving.

"One more baby," his fingers go back to work and you want to cry, but no sound comes. All you can do is shake your head 'no' and try to close your twitching thighs. He's already given you too much to handle. But as he holds your thighs apart, not giving a fuck about your fit, you're pushed to the edge again almost painfully.

"Gimme that nut, Y/N, or I'm a come get it..," he threatens and as if you've been classically conditioned to cum on command, you ejaculate again. He smacks your pussy, sending a jolt through you and returns his fingers. You cry out, overwhelmed.

"Gimme one more.." he commands, dominant side in full force on YOUR day. Tears flow as your body bucks like a wild house only he can tame.

"I'm.. done." You struggle but manage to choke out the words.

"I'm.. not," he counters, obviously entertained by your assertion.

"I ca-- I can't..," your words fizzle into incoherent babbling and sobbing that he seems to still understand.

"Don't tell me what you can't do, you can do anything you put your mind to."

You wanna punch him.. but you also want to scream and you do, loudly.

"Aw, it's too much? My baby tired of nuttin," his lips return to your sensitive clit and commands your body to jump over the ledge in another body-numbing orgasm. You twitch as the aftershocks hit you in hard waves and he stands above you to admire his work, pride written all over his handsome features.

"This what you should've had all along, but better late than never," he says and kisses your forehead. You feel the upturn in his lips and then he's gone.. into the bathroom.

By the time he exits the bathroom, you've recovered enough to stand up and shower. As he exits, you move to enter. However, he stops you in the doorway.

"What were you dreaming about," he asks. Your mind traces back to your dream and it all comes to the forefront of your mind bringing heat to your face. It had felt so real. You didn't even realize you were asleep until you woke up and then you were distracted..

"Nothing," you say, your face neutral. He doesn't buy it.

"If you say so," he says passing you, "but.. you should know.. you talk in your sleep." With that, he closes you and your budding thoughts into the bathroom and you're faced with your own reflection in the mirror.

As realization dawns, you almost want to smack yourself as you are mortified. Your cheeks go hot and swell. You know exactly what you said.. and now you're sure he heard it. If he wasn't sure of how you felt about his plans before, he definitely knows now..

Stupid!

You close your eyes and attempt to self-soothe with deep breaths.

STUPID!

"Don't think about it," you whisper to your reflection and she says it back to you. Before you can obsess any further, you hop into the shower, scorching away the embarrassment with hot water. You try to wash the dream down the drain along with the water.

But what was with his reaction? He didn't seem phased or concerned either way and you didn't know what to make of that.. but he'd brought it up. He could've just ignored it and pretended you didn't say it. Why did he bring it up? Was he giving you a chance to stop him or to go with him to New York? Was that possible?

No. He'd of said it. You wouldn't have to guess.

Then what was his reason?

You step out of the shower and towel off, covering yourself in hotel lotion. You hear the room door click and a man's voice, but you can't hear what's said before the door clicks again. You peak from the bathroom and Erik is standing there clad in nothing but the hotel towel as he stares at you in confusion.

"You coming out or that's your new home in there," his eyebrow raises. You walk out in a matching towel. His eyes scan over you and he raises a pile of clothes to your face. Red shorts and a black t-shirt. There're also some black Nike slides that are too big for your feet. His clothes no doubt. You change into the outfit, but his slides flop on your feet.

"They too big," you report as you flop about the space.

"It's either that or your heels. What you wanna do?" He seems curt like something's got him frustrated.

"What's up, you seem tense.. Did something happen?" His face is frozen in a stare that goes straight through you. He's pissed about something.

"Nah. I'm a get dressed and I'm a meet you downstairs. Wait for me in the lobby." His dismissal catches you off guard. You don't kiss him like you want to in fear of agitating him further. You just turn around toward the door, your hand lingering on the handle with a hesitant glance back.

"Whatever I did... I'm sorry...," you say and you tuck yourself behind the door, closing it gently behind you. While you didn't know what set him off, you hoped he wouldn't stay mad at you.

After a few minutes admiring the coppers and cool metallics of the lobby's design, you pull out your phone and snap a pic. Opening your text thread, you send it to the only non-work contact you've been communicating with, Anaya.

Watergate Hotel. Still with Erik. I think he's pissed at me though.

Today is a Sunday and it's around 9:30 AM. She's probably tangled with Corey, sleep. You drop your phone into your purse, but take it back out as it buzzes.

Girl... I'm glad you texted me. I need you to click this link, but don't freak out. If you freak out I'll freak out and then I'll catch a case. Then Corey will catch a case. Text me back. AND STAY AWAY FROM TWITTER.

Http://m.tmz.com/#killmonger-balcony-escapade-on-tape

You didn't even have to click the link for your stomach to drop. You knew exactly what would be on there and your entire body shook. Him.. He'd just move on with his life like nothing happened, but you.. you'd have to live this down. God forbid anyone at work sees this, you could lose your job. One reckless night, just one, and you're on the gossip rags! Curiosity gets the better of you and you click the link. The blood drains from your face as you watch yourself get violently fucked, butt naked on a balcony. That damned balcony!

Killmonger rounds the corner and finds you standing with a strange look on your face and you can't control your frustration as it pours out.

"Have you seen this shit?" You point the phone screen at him and his eyes dash toward the article and the photos.

"It's censored," he says as if that makes things okay.

"My face is in it.. Killmonger." His eyes widen as if you just cussed him out or talked about his mama.

"Oh I'm Killmonger now?"

"You've always been Killmonger haven't you? This isn't okay and you don't even care! It doesn't effect you at all because it fits your image. You can just walk away from this and me like it's nothing, but I have to stay here and deal with the fallout! I'm the one who's gonna miss you. I'm the one whose face is gonna be plastered everywhere and I'll probably get fired, OH GOD.."

He grabs you and you push him away, tears starting to fall, "NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!"

He grabs you firmly this time and when you try to pull away, he burries his face into your neck.

"I'm so sorry," he says and his heart is clear in his voice, his earlier frustrations forgotten, "Baby I'm so, so sorry.."

You stop struggling and allow your tears to fall while he keeps apologizing.

"I was reckless and I should have known better. I should have protected you. I'm sorry."

For a while you two just stay there in the middle of the lobby, his embrace tight and you.. congested with frustrated tears.

"You fucked up," you sniffle, wiping your face. He's still wrapped around you tightly and your heart hurts.

"Let me fix it," he begs.

"HOW," you yell. This whole situation was a huge mess and you were embarrassed.

"You once said you trusted me with your life.. I know I fucked up and this is asking for a lot, but trust me once more."

"You're right, it's too much to ask," you snap.

"One more time..," he begs, "One.."

You sigh unaware of any other options. You have no one else who could help you with this or make this go away. Killmonger got you into this and if you were ever going to trust him again, he needed to get you out.

"...ONE. ONE more time," you sigh and wipe your face one last time before he attacks your face with a barrage of small kisses.

"I'll fix this," he promises and for the first time, you wonder if you can trust him.

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evolutionlifescience · 5 years

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Change. Or Adjustment.

Change. A powerful word that defies acceptance and instills fear in the hearts of the unwilling. We all say change is good, until it is time for us to get in the captain’s chair and set a new course.

Change is terrifying, without a single doubt. We resist against the current, we try to find ways around it, we fight so hard and exert so much energy that we end up kicking ourselves when we finally do make the adjustment and realize how foolish it was to waste so much time. Let’s also break that down real quick, adjustment. What is an adjustment? Adjustment is defined as a small alteration or movement made to achieve a desired fit, appearance or result. Would you rather change? Or adjust? One word sounds traumatic and the other sounds like a slight deviance from the current norm. One sounds like defeat and the other like an adaptation. You can call it what you will, but at the end of the day we can all agree that change is good.

The only constant is in fact change, it happens every day. Our bodies change, our thoughts change, our environments change, our expectations change, we are surrounded by change. It truly never ends and thank god for that. Can you imagine the mundane world we would all live in without something as predictable as change? Could you imagine the worn in concave patterns of your footprints if you walked the same paces day in and day out? Can you imagine the mind numbing existence we would all have without some deviation from the norm? Yeah, neither will I. We don’t all need to make a complete one hundred eighty degree turn, ok some of us do, we won’t name any names here, but you might know who you are. Regardless, making changes don’t need to be something you dread, it should be celebrated and revered as a constant in our lives.

This is why most New Year's resolutions end without completion. There is a lack of commitment to the change, largely in part that said resolution requires a significant amount of energy. Unless it's a life or death situation, we both know how this is ending. Biting off more than we can chew is natural, we always want more, and that’s okay. However some things, such as change, should come in small bite size doses. Look, let’s be fair, you didn’t wake up one day with bad habits; they had to develop over time. You didn’t wake up one day and started cutting corners, you didn’t wake up and wonder how can you slack off in new and exciting ways today. That shit took time, right? So how is making a change, or adjustment, any different?

You want change? Write down what you want to change. Go for it, don’t jot it down in the notes app on your phone, pull out a pen and a piece of paper and write it out.

Good, do it again.

And again.

Congrats, you have a goal; a goal to make a change. Don’t worry, we are going to come back to that. Now we won’t start making that change immediately. Heck, we aren’t even going to make an adjustment even remotely close to your goal. Below are three things you can do to begin to train your brain to find comfort in change.

Wear your watch on the opposite wrist. If you wear it on your left wrist, wear it on your right. If you wear it on you right wrist, wear it on your left.

Change wallet pockets. If your wallet is in your left back pocket, put it in your left back pocket. If your wallet is in your front left pocket, put it in your right front pocket. If you do not use a wallet, change the pockets in which you place your cell phone. Treat your cell phone like its a wallet.

Switch the hands you use when eating. If you hold the fork with your left hand, hold it with your right hand and so on.

The trick here is to put yourself in familiar situations that feel slightly off, then find comfort within the discomfort. This won;t happen overnight, but over time we will gain the comfort. The above suggestions won’t make you ambidextrous, but if you commit who am I to say otherwise? The message here is clear, change is inevitable and finding comfort within that change is a very real possibility. Taking small sized bites of change will allow us to digest the impending bigger change, sorry, adjustments.

A couple of years ago, around the same time of year, I made the decision to quit smoking cigarettes. I was a couple of months away from New Years and I made my preparations to do this ahead of time. I had the help of a powerful supplement and the stern life or death commitment to make it happen. Sometimes it takes that mentality to make sure the change occurred, I could have kept smoking but I had a kid on the way and needed to not have that around her. It still was a terrifying thought. I was walking away from something that I did for more than half my life, it was almost like giving up a finger. But the change was necessary and I made the proper preparations to do so. It wasn’t easy, but it was done.

Adjustments are more than feasible, they are inevitable. Without change we would still be keeping warm solely by fire, using horses to get places and probably using a hoop and stick to keep ourselves entertained. OK, those were extreme, but you get the point. If you had other reservations regarding such adjustments, keep this in mind; tides are constantly changing. We can’t envision a world without this, the ebbing and flowing of the tides, there is no reason why we as humans can work to be this fluid when it comes to making such adjustments.

Let’s go out and start making those changes!

#change #self improvement #adjustment #self aware #positivity

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