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rachg82This entry has no purpose other than simply thanking everyone for putting up with my incredibly long, emotional posts lately. I know I've been going through a lot, and I really appreciate having friends here who not only actively support me, but tacitly tolerate my verbosity. It means a lot.
As for my mood, it's stable right now. On the side of okay/good. I feel loved & validated, and that helps immeasurably.
One day at a time.
It also helps that I wrote a little bit more of my fic tonight. Only a tiny bit (literally, we're talking a few lines), but it cheered me up. I was waking up from a nap, thought of the words, & jumped out of bed to go type them.
Now, I'm gonna go back to writing & listening to music. And speaking of music (because music = danceyness), that's my other point for this entry. Feeling all the pain that comes up is necessary & cathartic, but I'm making a point of remembering what ACA said too about joy. And what's one thing that gives Rachael joy? Other than the prospect of a front row seat at the Booth & Bones SexyTimes Variety Hour, of course? Or, say, orgasmically good string solos with a side of donuts? Why, dancing boys & dancing girls, that's what. (which, P.S. I trust you all have seen this by now, right? I've linked to it here enough times. Then again, I've made a few new friends recently, so y'know, JUST IN CASE. Heh. Like, I have to look out for you all.[/exaggeration]. P.P.S. For those wondering if that song can possibly get any gayer? Yes, it can. Also, WHY HAVE I NOT BEEN TO DINAH SHORE WEEKEND YET?. So unjust. I swear, between the girls one week & the guys the next, Palm Springs must be bursting with fruit flavor by the end of spring, haha. Like a big bag of skittles. Taste the rainbow, California!)
And, watching this, can I just say. . .oh, God, So You Think You Can Dance, how I need you in my LIFE right now. Summer, why must you be so far away?! (Must. resist. urge. to spend. rest. of evening. watching. dancing vids. But seriously. Would you look at all the amazingness. It goes on FOREVER. Nghhh. I could still keep going, seriously!)
As for my mood, it's stable right now. On the side of okay/good. I feel loved & validated, and that helps immeasurably.
One day at a time.
It also helps that I wrote a little bit more of my fic tonight. Only a tiny bit (literally, we're talking a few lines), but it cheered me up. I was waking up from a nap, thought of the words, & jumped out of bed to go type them.
Now, I'm gonna go back to writing & listening to music. And speaking of music (because music = danceyness), that's my other point for this entry. Feeling all the pain that comes up is necessary & cathartic, but I'm making a point of remembering what ACA said too about joy. And what's one thing that gives Rachael joy? Other than the prospect of a front row seat at the Booth & Bones SexyTimes Variety Hour, of course? Or, say, orgasmically good string solos with a side of donuts? Why, dancing boys & dancing girls, that's what. (which, P.S. I trust you all have seen this by now, right? I've linked to it here enough times. Then again, I've made a few new friends recently, so y'know, JUST IN CASE. Heh. Like, I have to look out for you all.[/exaggeration]. P.P.S. For those wondering if that song can possibly get any gayer? Yes, it can. Also, WHY HAVE I NOT BEEN TO DINAH SHORE WEEKEND YET?. So unjust. I swear, between the girls one week & the guys the next, Palm Springs must be bursting with fruit flavor by the end of spring, haha. Like a big bag of skittles. Taste the rainbow, California!)
And, watching this, can I just say. . .oh, God, So You Think You Can Dance, how I need you in my LIFE right now. Summer, why must you be so far away?! (Must. resist. urge. to spend. rest. of evening. watching. dancing vids. But seriously. Would you look at all the amazingness. It goes on FOREVER. Nghhh. I could still keep going, seriously!)
