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ididoktoday 9 months
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Finally got my ducks in a row and started writing a memoir. Saving the good shit for Scrivener.
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ididoktoday 10 months
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If you ever can鈥檛 sleep in the middle of the night, remember there鈥檚 a nice lady baker with a bandana in her hair who鈥檚 awake with you and making delicious crusty baguettes who used to feel a lot like you a lot of the time. You鈥檙e not alone.
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ididoktoday 10 months
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A short story about a small bird
Today,
I walked down a busy city sidewalk
And noticed a bird on a bench.
It didn鈥檛 fly away like birds always do when I get close enough.
It stayed planted,
a little yellow stripe at the end of its tail.
I sat down next to it.
It yawned its mouth and let out a series of cheeps that explained everything.
Sometimes, we stay when we should flee because we鈥檙e so young that we don鈥檛 yet have the skills we need to save ourselves.
(Yet.)
I sat with it, and it turned its small face up to me.
I paused and considered us, two curious animals together on a city bench.
I worried for the future of my companion.
After a liminal time, I looked up to see the bird鈥檚 caretaker, staying close, a little yellow stripe at the end of its tail.
I thought of my mother, witnessing my suffering and standing by.
My small child鈥檚 heart wanted to nest my hands around that ruffled, searching nugget and run with it to a place of respite.
But my wise mind smiled at me, took my own hand, and led me down the street.
There was no motherly betrayal there on that bench once I gave my weight to my feet and walked away.
There was only a small bird with a larger one close by.
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ididoktoday 10 months
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If you ever think it鈥檚 too late to start over, remember your pal right here.
I鈥檓 35 and so far I鈥檝e been:
A teen McDonald鈥檚 fry cook
An unchallenged retail associate
An overwhelmed undergraduate music major (no privilege here, up to my eyeballs in loan debt)
A screen printer
An extremely overwhelmed graduate music major (more loans!)
A flute teacher
A server
A bartender
A beer educator
A suddenly sober human
A barista
A cafe general manager
And I just restarted again as an artisan baker.
It鈥檚 ok to respawn and try something new. Life will keep going and so will you.
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ididoktoday 10 months
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A bird trusts the neighborhood enough to stick its whole upper body in the bird feeder. A cat observes behind glass.
The poem begins:
There鈥檚 a generation of birds outside my door
Who have only known abundance,
A world where nourishment fills every corner.
May the Universe fill my bowl in kind.
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ididoktoday 10 months
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Test Flights
Young birds take test flights.
Rain whispers through reaching branches.
A gray and white cat raises his forehead for a kiss.
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ididoktoday 10 months
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What I saw on my walk today:
Two hopeful waste management pros trying valiantly to crush a couch with a garbage compactor truck (*crunchcrunchcrunchcrunchCRUNCHCRUNCH*)
A person walking two parrots in a stroller cage (they seemed polite and interested in the neighborhood)
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ididoktoday 10 months
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Breath
leads to liminal space
and back around to breath.
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ididoktoday 10 months
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Daily prayer
Today,
may I meet my needs so fully and lavishly
that any request for help that comes my way
feels completely within my capability and resources.
Especially
a request for help from myself.
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ididoktoday 10 months
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No one is coming to break down my door and catch me in the sinful act of rest.
It is ok to spend time allowing my body to regrow.
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ididoktoday 10 months
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Trying to become more comfortable with the experience of community care. Allowing someone to comb and braid back my hair. Allowing someone to hug me when I鈥檓 feeling big feelings. Allowing someone to cook for me.
I spent so long starved of community care while working in a position of caring for others that I convinced myself I didn鈥檛 need that care myself in the first place. It was something reserved for others. I wondered why I was angry all the time, especially at people who seemed to be having a good time and meeting their needs.
I鈥檓 having to take the same one-day-at-a-time approach that I used back in early sobriety here. I鈥檓 continually bringing myself back to the idea that meeting my needs isn鈥檛 selfish, it鈥檚 the thing that makes any good works I might do possible in the first place. An exhausted, stressed out, starving woman is not the person to go to in times of trouble. If I want to be the hero, I have to fuel my body and spirit like a hero deserves.
I have to reach beyond myself to meet my needs. I have to admit vulnerability to the person who can see better than me to trim the back of my hair. I have to admit exhaustion to the person who would cook me dinner because I鈥檓 too tired to make something. I have to admit need and lack of knowledge to the person who would love to sell me something from their cool specialty store.
In all things, my goal is to shift my view of community care toward something closer to warmth, joy, and invitation.
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ididoktoday 10 months
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馃檶馃檶馃檶thanks OP needed this馃檶馃檶馃檶
When you have to deal with someone that easily feels judged or guilty and may use anger/counter-attack to defend themselves, instead of adding weight to what you want to tell them (eg. making them notice they didn't do something they should have done and therefore even involuntarily "judging" them as not enough and making them feel guilty), try suggesting that there's something that should be done (in general) and then start doing it yourself if you can or ask for their support if you need, in a gentle/even joking way. It will help them remove a weight from their shoulders (and their mind) and you won't make them feel as judged or guilty. Do not address directly to them, be more general. They'll get the drill anyway, but it won't create hostility or a negative emotion that may be poured against you.
We all have mental weights, every chore, every little thing we need to do and end up doing alone, it becomes something heavy in our mind. Having help and support by someone else, having them doing any little thing with us, can help us feel less rancorous and feel less heavily pressured into "having to do certain jobs" because with time they fell on our shoulders without us asking for it. Being helped feels good. And being of help can be good too in lifting moods and said weights.
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ididoktoday 10 months
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Positive self-talk time, come hang
Choosing to fill every second of my day with things that bring me closer to balance.
I will look back on my life and see a person who was intentional if nothing else.
I can be as strong and flexible as I decide I鈥檓 willing to be, because I can work toward becoming more skilled in both of those areas if I so choose.
The kinder I am to myself, the safer others feel around me. Kindness to myself doesn鈥檛 take anything away from those around me. It鈥檚 not selfish, it鈥檚 lovely and magical.
My clothing works for me and my agenda. If I can鈥檛 move and stretch and eat full meals and breathe in deeply in the outfit I鈥檓 wearing, that outfit has to go. If I can鈥檛 drop to the floor and do some yoga in it, it鈥檚 gone. No negotiations.
Most people don鈥檛 need an immediate answer, they just want one. I can take time and think things through in most situations. There鈥檚 no need to rush decisions. I can wait and listen for what my mind and my gut can agree upon.
I can lose everything in my life and I鈥檒l still be me and have just as much value. Even if I had no skills, money, possessions, or people who loved me, I would STILL be a worthy human creature, no difference at all.
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ididoktoday 10 months
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Early bird
I鈥檓 alive today
In a sound body
Moving this way and that
Doing all sorts of things
What a delight!
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ididoktoday 10 months
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A haiku where I remembered at the end that it鈥檚 supposed to be about nature
Life in my 30s:
Starting all over again.
This time, with houseplants.
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ididoktoday 10 months
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Hello, body! You did so much today!
It鈥檚 time to slow down now.
It鈥檚 time to stretch.
Time to hydrate and nourish as needed.
Put up those tootsies.
Hug a cat.
And watch something on TV the same way my ancestors watched the homefire burn.
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ididoktoday 11 months
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Hop in pal, we鈥檙e getting happy
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