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In my circles it is easier to acknowledge Privilege than it ever has been before.  We are, on whole, people who have a safety net of one sort or another.  Our pride may push back, and it may feel like hell but in the end we are not alone, and we know it.  We may be afraid, or broken, or scared, but through friends and family we have people who want (and who can) help keep us whole.

So I’m going to try out another of those power words.  Entitlement.

Right now I feel entitled beyond measure and beyond good sense.  It toys with my self-soothing mechanism of Buying Things, and it promises me a calm space.

When my dad was waiting for PET scan results to see the extent of his current cancer I left work early because I couldn’t stop crying. A friend of mine asked how I would spend the afternoon and said, “I’m going to go buy an iPad I’ve been waiting on.”  She laughed and commented that she had forgotten that is what I did.  I did.  I do.

My skin is doing that bullshit thing it does when the seasons change.  If  I wait, it will settle down but if I get a ($70) facial it will settle down faster.  I have a job now, I want a facial — and frankly a massage ($80)  and my nails ($30) done.  I have a job now and I have less silence so of course I still want to tend to myself.

I also have a car that sounds like I’ve never heard of a mechanic and I’m $2,000 into a $5,000 dental bill.  I have life that needs some handling right now.  Especially for me to make my car goal.

I went to a Cancer Summit hosted by Free to Breathe last weekend, and it was amazing.  It was crippling in the amount of NEED the lung cancer community has right now – the research for such a deadly disease is so amazingly underfunded.  The stigma and the shame that comes with lung cancer makes me ACHE.  In what other cancer is it assumed that you somehow brought it on yourself?  In what scenario would you choose to identify with another cancer instead just because you wanted compassion instead of contempt?

I bought an outfit that looks amazing at a five-story Macy’s in Pittsburgh.  It was a good sale and the cost wasn’t exorbitant but I got it the night after I got myself a surprise Cabaret ticket.  I was exhausted and so very sad.

I will support my friend in her annual drive to raise money for LLS.  John Green wants to buy wells in Ethiopia and Bill Gates promised money to match dollar to dollar if they raise $100,000 in 10 days (GO NERDFIGHTARIA GO!!!).  In the end I bought an album from a man I met a couple of time 15 years ago because he knows Brian and Brian knew John and John is dead.

On a scale of 1 to 10 I need a new phone at about 4.5.  My current phone is 2.5 years old and the home button is starting to get fussy. It will last until I’ve remedied the teeth cost but.  BUT.  I want it now.  It proves I’m ok.  It proves everything is going to be ok.  There is a new model of my phone out and I’ve never gotten one when they were just released – it would be fun.

Like the clothing.

Like the cabaret.

Like the iPad.

Like the massage.

Like the facial.

Feeling sad is a lot of work, so instead I will buy something sparkly and hope that it helps.  I don’t enjoy sitting with sadness so I’ll distract myself with thoughts of what I should get myself or the people that I love.

Or.  As I grow older, and approach growing wiser, I will see myself for all the things that I am and I will feel lost and rudderless.  I will go to sleep early and try again tomorrow.

 

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Fast version:

After two years of working part-time or less, it took less than a month of working full-time again before Aspirational Me said, “If I had a little bit more time I would definitely cook more interesting meals.”  Aspirational me is a total liar, that lazy bitch didn’t even come up with Munchie Monday.

Slow Version:

In January I had instated a Civility Bootcamp that had a troubling ending (tl’dr he was delighted when I packed up 90% of the stuff in his room and he never really cared if he got it back).  That is kind of coming to a head right now.

I think that it is a good thing to make sure my useful things have a chance to be useful for someone else if I am done with them.  To that end I’m a believer in consignment and my hometown has a vibrant (aka rabid) consignment system.  Now, it seems (in retrospect) that the spring consignment would have been a good time to make some money on the things Jeff didn’t want.  For reasons I don’t even fucking remember anymore I barely sold anything at the spring consignment.  It seemed right – and occasionally I am a Dumb Dumb – hard to tell what won here.

So now it is time to prep for fall consignment.  I have a new full-time job, and I won a scholarship to learn a TON of neat stuff about lung cancer (cool, given the fact that my 83 year old dad is handling a second occurrence in the last year right now), and ….

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I spent the weekend gathering up every place I had “Jeff’s room” tucked away and touching every damn piece of it.  Stuffies for goodwill (consignment won’t play that), every piece of “precious paper” in the trash can, every multi-hundred set of everything sorted the (OMG) out.  I didn’t clean it, or tag it, but at least I got it sorted.  I haven’t washed the clothing or found enough wire hangers, but it is sorted.

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Aspirational Me doesn’t think this is all headed to the goodwill.  Aspirational me thinks that I’ll work 12 days in a row, and then on the first day I’m home with my family I’ll be tagging 80 pieces of clothing and then heading to the 7 bins of toys.

Aspirational me is kind of a dumb ass.

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“These are the hands of a man drawing the exploded views of the gift he will soon send his grandson.  With minimal help/supervision the 6 year-old will be able to complete the project.  These are the hands of a man who loves his family very much.” ~ His wife, to his daughter.

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And I am grateful.  And I am humbled.  And I bear witness to the love he has for us.

The Crayon Problem – the instinct to clamp down on the nearest binary problem after spending time at the far limits of your proficiency.

Imagine if you will a Board agenda that says:

1.  Strategic Planning in Light of Current Budget Cuts and Ensuing Crisis

2.  Resupplying local art cabinet.

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Want to guess what the local art cabinet is getting?  Jack.Shit. Or *maybe* Rose Art crayons, which are as good as nothing.

It shows up everywhere, once you spend time at out at the far edges of your comfort zone there is an inclination to anchor yourself in the things you are confident you know (I am completely team Crayola, and there isn’t a colored pencil in the world that passes muster).

I realized this week that the reverse of the Crayon Problem also exists.  When entering a time of uncertainty there is a strong desire to clamp down on the things that you have mastery off (as a reminder: your tub was never as clean as 36 hours before your first final exam).

As much as I once viewed the reverse of the Crayon Problem as procrastination, in this week I have decided that it is ok to take the time to root down in things I have mastery of.  It may be that I come out of this moment with a clean tub and bleached towels, or it may be that I have my home in order for a time where my mind is divided.

I don’t know.

I don’t regret my time.

I don’t walk the stations of the cross, I don’t make deals, but dammit – if a storm is coming I have bread and milk.

This morning I was driving down a local divided highway muttering under my breath, “That is EXACTLY the kind of strip mall shopping center that would have a nail shop and there (LongWindedVulgarity) better be one!”.  Happily, there was one.

 

The lovely photography of cajsa.lilliehook when you creative common search "mani pedi" on flickr.  Who knew?

The lovely photography of cajsa.lilliehook when you creative common search “mani pedi” on flickr. Who knew?

 

After a Saturday of work related training I was going the other direction on the same divided highway and pulled in to get my toes done.  Even in the south you can be excused for no longer maintaining painted toenails after Labor Day.  We won’t be wearing boots (comfortably) for another six weeks, but we all understand that it is ok to acknowledge that other people are experiencing fall.

So why was it such a big deal?

I’m not sure, but I know that part of it is connected to coffee.

For everything that I have read and considered about money, for every time I’ve thought about pointless calories, or how much better off I am without caffeine, or how I like to sleep an extra 10 minutes in the morning, I am LOATHE to put down and walk away from a morning cup of coffee handed to me through a Dunkin Donuts window.

Dunking Donuts was the third place I knew how to get to in the town where my new job is (my job, and my new gym were the first two).  I just love saying something to a near-stranger in the morning and four minutes later having that handed to me through a window.

For me, it is a form a self care that I am willing to trade money for breakfast.  I love that they don’t run out (usually), that I don’t have to buy the component pieces, that I can choose a bagel or a wrap.

That is the connection, in the end.  I have the skills & tools to make coffee at home*, AND I have the tools and skills to do my own nails.  Neither is difficult, and neither is important.  They are absolutely trivial things, and yet it feels like amazing self care to just give to (and some money) to somebody else and just let THEM figure out what to do next.

It has been a busy few weeks, with a few more to come, but by golly my toes look nice.

*To be fair, I got an AMAZING new coffee maker for my birthday and so home coffee is tidier than it was a month ago, but I still like coffee coming in through the window.

Jeff & I went to DragonCon again this year.  I mentioned last week, that we are only capable as going as who we are now, today, and we are both emotionally and physically tired from the changes that have happened in our house in the last month.

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It is still huge.  57,000 people registered this year, and doing single day sales on Saturday and Sunday.  Although  I didn’t seem many Saturday tags there were a lot of Sunday only folks.

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Saturday at the Hyatt in the morning (pre-parade) and the Marriott at 1:30 on Saturday.  Jeff & I had both been looking forward to the parade all year, but the staging call time and me liking total control over where I parked left him a bit …

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Some people were so stunningly beautiful and creative.  It is inspirational to be around people so deeply committed to being ready for weekends like these.  There is also a moment where I wonder about my Valid Card and making sure that I have it with me.  Jeff asked today if I was disappointed that nobody wanted to take OUR picture.  I said that sometimes I am, but that I believe that people like these two ladies should totally pull focus.

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We have fun thinking about costumes and I’m ok with being limited by my abilities.  I spend the time I choose to, and I end up with what we have.

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We look like this.

For panels and celebrity stuff we had a nice balance.  Jeff liked the puppetry stuff again this year, and we loved the Sunday morning science fair.  We learned the basic timeline for designing board games, and checked out the game room.

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We got pictures taken with Sir Patrick Stewart and some power Rangers.  I got a selfie taken with Vincent.  He was busy hugging me in apology for assuming Jeff wanted his picture (he didn’t).

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Last year there was some sexist ass-hattery that I didn’t encounter this year, and every volunteer that was staffing was stunning.

We don’t have to choose right now, which is good because we’re tired.  Maybe go in for the parade next year, but just to watch.  A day pass on Sunday.  Certainly a much larger awareness of who will be there.  It was good, it has been a good weekend – but like I suspected – I’m glad it is now a memory.