Monday, March 6, 2017

Reignition, Part 3

Reignition, Part 3 — Blue Ink Alchemy

Art courtesy Steve Argyle
Art courtesy Steve Argyle
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[/spoiler] Previously... The darksteel tendrils rattled and growled like living things as the prisoner struggled against her restraints. She'd woken up a bit earlier than usual, so Jor Kadeen was not only annoyed at the noise, but also the hour. He scowled as he walked into the wan light of the cave, looking up at the small prison several Vulshok had struggled — and some had died — to construct. "It's too early in the morning for this foolishness, Glissa." "Release me, fool!" Kadeen shook his head. "I know you're not an idiot, elf. You were captured by us, we're not just going to release you on a whim." Glissa snarled, frothing at the mouth, infectious ichor oozing down her chin. "I will feast on your throatmeat!" Kadeen's face went sour. "Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, I see. Fine." He drew his sword and, with a small effort of will, set it aflame.
Courtesy Austin Hsu
Artwork Courtesy Austin Hsu
"Let's start over. Where have the Praetors gone?" "Torture me if you wish, fleshling! All you will get from me is death!" Kadeen's mood darkened even more. Apparently, Glissa had used her most recent portion of rest to regather her resolve and put up a fresh front of bravado. Death had never held much fear for the elf, and now emboldened by her 'perfection' at the hands of the Praetors of 'New Phyrexia,' the corrupted traitor feared even less. Jor took a step forward. "I won't torture you. But I will tell you what I'll do. I'm leaving, and I'm going to melt the Tangle." Glissa stopped struggling. She stared at the Mirran warrior. "I will take my blade, which burns with the desire to see Mirrodin restored, and I will watch the copper branches and leaves of the Tangle blister and peel. The home you failed to protect will be utterly destroyed. Not 'perfected', not saved, destroyed. And it will be your fault. You'll be even more of a traitor to your birthplace than you are now." "No." Glissa strained against her bonds. "No! Release me!" Jor turned and walked away from the darksteel lattice, ignoring Glissa's screams. "Was that really necessary?" He turned, finding the slender form of Melira leaning against the cavern wall around the corner from the tunnel to Glissa's chamber.
Courtesy Min Yum
Artwork Courtesy Min Yum
"We have to reach her somehow. Personal threats don't work. I was hoping she still feels some sort of connection to the Tangle." "Even if she does, it would only be to corrupt it. To reshape it in Phyrexia's image, even moreso than it is now." Jor shook his head. "Even if I meant to carry out my threats, it's a dangerous place. I wouldn't want to get stuck there." He paused. "But we have to do something. I don't like that the Praetors are moving in ways we can't see. And Koth..." "Oh, don't start again." "We need action!" Jor's anger flared. "We've skulked in the shadows long enough! The sooner we strike out at Phyrexia, the sooner we can draw the Praetors back out, and we can fight them and we can win! We're well past the need for caution and circumspection!" Melira looked at Jor evenly. "I'll remind you that I lead here while Koth is away. Not you." "Then give me leave to do what must be done." "I've given you leave to question Glissa and gather intelligence. Not to reignite the fires of war." Jor gripped his sword more tightly. "You would have me sneak through the dark like some thief rather than bring my sword down on the necks of those who have torn apart all we hold dear... still, after everything we've been through..." Melira wasn't listening anymore. She was looking past Jor. He noticed, and turned to see a pair of amber eyes moving towards them in the dark. As the form approached, more molten glow appeared, in the hands and arms of the planeswalker Koth.
Courtesy Eric Deschamps
Artwork Courtesy Eric Deschamps
"If you want to rant about revenge and the necks of our enemies, do so at me." Koth's voice was weary, but every bit as strong as it had been when Jor had first met him, a voice that originated somewhere around the base of a mountain. "Melira has better things to do than pay you heed." Without another word, he walked past the pair into the tunnel. They followed. Koth stopped in front of Glissa and crossed his arms. "Why are they going back to Dominaria?" Jor and Melira blinked at Koth. Jor spoke first. "How did you...?" "Later." Koth thrust his chin at Glissa. "Speak." "They now have all they need," Glissa hissed. "They have their guide. They have their knowledge. They have the perfected vector to return to the world that denied them, and make it their own, just as they have conquered this cold world of metal and simpletons." Jor scowled and moved to advance on Glissa. Koth's arm did not seem to move — one moment it was across his bare chest, the next it was blocking Jor's path, solid and unbreakable as darksteel. Jor took the hint. "Explain." "If I did not tell your little blonde lapdog, why - ?" "Because your body may no longer feel pain, but your soul does. And I can tear it out and scorch it." Both Jor and Melira stared at Koth. He continued as if he didn't notice. "I am a Planeswalker. I exceed any mortal power. And the Praetors, fearsome they may be, are mortal. As are you. Explain, before I remind you of that. This is a lesson you do not want." There was silence in the chamber. Then: "They kept his corpse, Koth of the Hammer. The Spark was gone. But he remained. And like me, he was twisted, broken, reshaped, sent forth." Glissa looked up. Her eyes were now haunted, not defiant. "They sent him home. And they follow." Koth stood like the mountains of his home. Then, he turned and stalked out. Small molten spots marked his footsteps. Jor and Melira followed hurriedly. "What did she mean?" Jor asked at the same time as Melira's "Where are you going?" "It means I have to go kill a friend," Koth said. "I'm going to kill Venser." Mondays are for making or talking about art. Credits: Magic the Gathering copyright Wizards of the Coast. Glissa the Traitor art courtesy Xoaba. Jor Kadeen art courtesy Richard Wright. Melira, Sylvok Outcast art courtesy Richard Wright. Koth of the Hammer art courtesy Richard Wright.
Blue Ink Alchemy

Thursday, March 2, 2017

Code Monkey Flails At Code

Code Monkey Flails At Code — Blue Ink Alchemy

Courtesy Plognark.com
*makes various 'ook' and 'eek' sounds* *slaps paws against keyboard* *throws monitor* So over the last few months I've been learning a lot about myself. In addition to exploring my inner mental and emotional landscape, coming to terms with seizing my own sovereignty, and doing my utmost to unlearn some nasty learned behaviors, I've made strides in returning to a dayjob that is rewarding in both a personal and financial aspect. A couple of weeks ago, I finally found one. I'm very happy to be here. But ye gods and little fishes, is it frustrating sometimes. I've discovered that I'm actually a pretty logical thinker. To me, A should lead to B which results in C. However, sometimes my head weasels try to derail that and take me from A to B by way of Z. That's dumb, and I'm getting better at not doing it. Even if sometimes my boss has to say "Josh, are you making things harder than they have to be again?" I'm still not sure where I picked up my habit of trying to play life on Hard Mode. Since I started working here, I've had several jam sessions regarding programming logic and order of operations related to specific tasks and goals. It's been difficult at times for me to comprehend what goes on under the hood of certain functions, as at first the logic seems to fly in the face of common sense. However, taking a step back to realize what the code is actually doing as opposed to what we want it to do has helped. I'm still frustrated, to be sure, but at least I better understand why the hell the thing I want to work is not working. "Hey, am I just dumb, or is it this code that's dumb?" That's in jest. I know I'm not dumb. I can just overlook a fact or miss an aspect of a function that makes a thing work the way it should. We're looking at moving on from using WordPress as our foundation for our products, and building something in more modern, secure, and malleable code structures. I feel that getting tossed into the deep end of the current workload here has prepared me for that sort of looking ahead. I know this work will be worth it. Man oh man, it hurts sometimes, though. It's like going to the gym after you've skipped out for a while. Or getting back to long-distance running after taking the winter off because fuck that, it's cold outside. It hurts. You ache, and you struggle to breathe, and why in the name of all that's good and awesome am I doing this to myself. But it's worth it. Soon it won't hurt so much. And the results will be even more magical than they are now. Until then, it's poo-tossing time. *ook ook eek* Thursdays are for talking tech.
Blue Ink Alchemy

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

The Patriarchy's Poison

The Patriarchy's Poison — Blue Ink Alchemy

Courtesy Zazzle
Given the current state of affairs at home and abroad, I've been giving a lot of thought to how we got here. When you get right down to it, the root of the problem is what needs to be addressed. As bad as things can seem with the in-your-face nature of the situation in the now, my head tends to look past the bluster and the bullshit. We need to strike at the heart of the matter, not just the gushing wound. We need to go deeper. https://twitter.com/BlueInkAlchemy/status/836329737752621056 It's great that not only are we as a society becoming more aware of the patriarchy's role in shaping the world in which we live, but also that we are actively rolling up our sleeves to work against it. That being said, I feel that at times, we lose sight of fighting the patriarchy itself, and instead throw ourselves at the perceived vectors of it. I'm not saying this is inherently bad or wrong — no tactic in fighting the patriarchy is inherently invalid — but for my part, I want to focus my energy on drilling into the heart of the matter to find the source of this endemic rot. In other words, I feel I'm in a different division of the army arrayed against the system: some hammer against the walls, whereas I want do my utmost to undermine them. Both divisions are dedicated to the same goal, we just have different marching orders. Anyway. On to my point. The systems of the patriarchy have been in place for centuries, if not millennia. Among it's toxic structures, learned behaviors, and pattern arguments is a fundamental method of conflict resolution: "You must diminish another individual to accomplish your goals." It's one thing to take corrective action, to take an individual aside and address a problematic behavior or a decision that had toxic consequences or hurt someone else. It's another to demonize said individual merely on the face of their actions. The passionate pursuit of justice has become a defining aspect of today's feminists, activists, and radicals. While this is admirable, there's evidence pointing to a growing trend for some to use that aspect as a tool for self-advancement in a social circle or given zeitgeist. This is a vestige of the patriarchy, and it's just as toxic and just as destructive as a problematic behavior or decision that needs to be addressed. We cannot and should not excuse or explain away bad behavior or hurtful decisions, no matter how they were made or what the mental state was at the time. Actions have consequences, and when those consequences hurt or diminish another, the action must be addressed. But it must be addressed with a response, rather than a retort. A response is measured, direct, face-to-face, comprehensive, complex, and above all, done with love in one's heart for oneself and the other alike. We're all in this together, after all. A retort is knee-jerk, rooted in the heated emotion of the moment, triggered by fear or a previous harmful or toxic experience, and has far more to do with the person reacting than the inciting incident. It's harder to respond, since it takes time, the clarity to imagine the other complexly, and the wherewithal to hold space for yourself as well as the other as sovereign individuals entitled by right to equality. It's easy to retort — and the patriarchy is all about doing what's easy. Taking the thoughts and actions required to provide a measured response can be perceived as evidence of weakness, and even an invitation for abuse. There's a delay that comes when we take a moment to think, if not merely to breathe. The 'traditions' of the patriarchy teach us that such delays are openings for us to get our points in, like daggers into a threat on our lives, regardless if whether or not the person in question with whom we're trying to reason has turned their back to take a moment to gather themselves. We see the opportunity, and we stab one another in the back, and we feel justified, even vindicated, in the aftermath. We proved our point. We prevailed. Justice is done! The monster is slain! Everybody, check out this righteous kill and the utter hideousness of this thing that I stabbed to death! Go team! I hope you can see why this behavior is toxic.
Courtesy LucasArts
That's the point I'm getting at. The systems perpetuated in the spirit of the patriarchy have taught us the wrong things. We impulsively jump at the chance to prove our worth and our dedication to being an ally or smashing the patriarchy by punching whatever or whomever is in front of us right in the face. This is not to say we shouldn't punch Nazis — I'm not an advocate for violence, but come on, punching Nazis — rather, I am suggesting that we not punch each other in the same way we punch Nazis. I realize I'm mostly speaking within the echo chamber of 'social justice' folks and feminists. And that's my intent. At this point, it'd be very difficult for members of the old guard to have this form of self-awareness or critical thought. Their learned behaviors are too deeply ingrained; their pattern arguments are too well-worn and comfortable. Addressing the nature of the fuel in their toxicity is another matter. Today, in this moment, realizing that we, too, have learned toxic behaviors and lash out with harmful retorts is something we all need to be doing. I haven't been as active as I would like to be in supporting the resistance. But I've been paying attention. And for every call for unity and collective strength in smashing the systems that put us where we are and allowed the ridiculous circus of narcissistic demagogues to seize power, there are those who wish to 'weed out the weak' among us. Yes, we need to address the harmful things we can say and do to one another in the midst of all of this stress and struggle. But we can do it without diminishing the other, but rather attempting to help them be and do better. We can help one another up without having to cast anyone down. And we certainly don't need to perpetuate the broken and misguided goal of pushing ourselves forward by shoving somebody else back. To prevail against our enemy, we must not think, speak, or act as they enemy does. We must know them, but not become them. Each of us risks becoming the very monsters we desire to slay. The true monster is the system, it is a thing. And people, regardless of the individual choices they make, in spite of the moments and retorts that fly in the face of their true natures, the people they could be — people are not things. If we treat one another more like people, and less like things, even if the person in question has been acting more thing-like than person-like, we are already one step ahead of the enemy. And that single step can make a world of difference for a person who's just as worthy of love and liberty as you are. Wednesdays I wonder at the world in which we live.
Blue Ink Alchemy

The Patriarchy's Poison

The Patriarchy's Poison — Blue Ink Alchemy

Courtesy Zazzle
Given the current state of affairs at home and abroad, I've been giving a lot of thought to how we got here. When you get right down to it, the root of the problem is what needs to be addressed. As bad as things can seem with the in-your-face nature of the situation in the now, my head tends to look past the bluster and the bullshit. We need to strike at the heart of the matter, not just the gushing wound. We need to go deeper. https://twitter.com/BlueInkAlchemy/status/836329737752621056 It's great that not only are we as a society becoming more aware of the patriarchy's role in shaping the world in which we live, but also that we are actively rolling up our sleeves to work against it. That being said, I feel that at times, we lose sight of fighting the patriarchy itself, and instead throw ourselves at the perceived vectors of it. I'm not saying this is inherently bad or wrong — no tactic in fighting the patriarchy is inherently invalid — but for my part, I want to focus my energy on drilling into the heart of the matter to find the source of this endemic rot. In other words, I feel I'm in a different division of the army arrayed against the system: some hammer against the walls, whereas I want do my utmost to undermine them. Both divisions are dedicated to the same goal, we just have different marching orders. Anyway. On to my point. The systems of the patriarchy have been in place for centuries, if not millennia. Among it's toxic structures, learned behaviors, and pattern arguments is a fundamental method of conflict resolution: "You must diminish another individual to accomplish your goals." It's one thing to take corrective action, to take an individual aside and address a problematic behavior or a decision that had toxic consequences or hurt someone else. It's another to demonize said individual merely on the face of their actions. The passionate pursuit of justice has become a defining aspect of today's feminists, activists, and radicals. While this is admirable, there's evidence pointing to a growing trend for some to use that aspect as a tool for self-advancement in a social circle or given zeitgeist. This is a vestige of the patriarchy, and it's just as toxic and just as destructive as a problematic behavior or decision that needs to be addressed. We cannot and should not excuse or explain away bad behavior or hurtful decisions, no matter how they were made or what the mental state was at the time. Actions have consequences, and when those consequences hurt or diminish another, the action must be addressed. But it must be addressed with a response, rather than a retort. A response is measured, direct, face-to-face, comprehensive, complex, and above all, done with love in one's heart for oneself and the other alike. We're all in this together, after all. A retort is knee-jerk, rooted in the heated emotion of the moment, triggered by fear or a previous harmful or toxic experience, and has far more to do with the person reacting than the inciting incident. It's harder to respond, since it takes time, the clarity to imagine the other complexly, and the wherewithal to hold space for yourself as well as the other as sovereign individuals entitled by right to equality. It's easy to retort — and the patriarchy is all about doing what's easy. Taking the thoughts and actions required to provide a measured response can be perceived as evidence of weakness, and even an invitation for abuse. There's a delay that comes when we take a moment to think, if not merely to breathe. The 'traditions' of the patriarchy teach us that such delays are openings for us to get our points in, like daggers into a threat on our lives, regardless if whether or not the person in question with whom we're trying to reason has turned their back to take a moment to gather themselves. We see the opportunity, and we stab one another in the back, and we feel justified, even vindicated, in the aftermath. We proved our point. We prevailed. Justice is done! The monster is slain! Everybody, check out this righteous kill and the utter hideousness of this thing that I stabbed to death! Go team! I hope you can see why this behavior is toxic.
Courtesy LucasArts
That's the point I'm getting at. The systems perpetuated in the spirit of the patriarchy have taught us the wrong things. We impulsively jump at the chance to prove our worth and our dedication to being an ally or smashing the patriarchy by punching whatever or whomever is in front of us right in the face. This is not to say we shouldn't punch Nazis — I'm not an advocate for violence, but come on, punching Nazis — rather, I am suggesting that we not punch each other in the same way we punch Nazis. I realize I'm mostly speaking within the echo chamber of 'social justice' folks and feminists. And that's my intent. At this point, it'd be very difficult for members of the old guard to have this form of self-awareness or critical thought. Their learned behaviors are too deeply ingrained; their pattern arguments are too well-worn and comfortable. Addressing the nature of the fuel in their toxicity is another matter. Today, in this moment, realizing that we, too, have learned toxic behaviors and lash out with harmful retorts is something we all need to be doing. I haven't been as active as I would like to be in supporting the resistance. But I've been paying attention. And for every call for unity and collective strength in smashing the systems that put us where we are and allowed the ridiculous circus of narcissistic demagogues to seize power, there are those who wish to 'weed out the weak' among us. Yes, we need to address the harmful things we can say and do to one another in the midst of all of this stress and struggle. But we can do it without diminishing the other, but rather attempting to help them be and do better. We can help one another up without having to cast anyone down. And we certainly don't need to perpetuate the broken and misguided goal of pushing ourselves forward by shoving somebody else back. To prevail against our enemy, we must not think, speak, or act as they enemy does. We must know them, but not become them. Each of us risks becoming the very monsters we desire to slay. The true monster is the system, it is a thing. And people, regardless of the individual choices they make, in spite of the moments and retorts that fly in the face of their true natures, the people they could be — people are not things. If we treat one another more like people, and less like things, even if the person in question has been acting more thing-like than person-like, we are already one step ahead of the enemy. And that single step can make a world of difference for a person who's just as worthy of love and liberty as you are.
Blue Ink Alchemy

The Patriarchy's Poison

The Patriarchy's Poison — Blue Ink Alchemy

Courtesy Zazzle
Given the current state of affairs at home and abroad, I've been giving a lot of thought to how we got here. When you get right down to it, the root of the problem is what needs to be addressed. As bad as things can seem with the in-your-face nature of the situation in the now, my head tends to look past the bluster and the bullshit. We need to strike at the heart of the matter, not just the gushing wound. We need to go deeper. https://twitter.com/BlueInkAlchemy/status/836329737752621056 It's great that not only are we as a society becoming more aware of the patriarchy's role in shaping the world in which we live, but also that we are actively rolling up our sleeves to work against it. That being said, I feel that at times, we lose sight of fighting the patriarchy itself, and instead throw ourselves at the perceived vectors of it. I'm not saying this is inherently bad or wrong — no tactic in fighting the patriarchy is inherently invalid — but for my part, I want to focus my energy on drilling into the heart of the matter to find the source of this endemic rot. In other words, I feel I'm in a different division of the army arrayed against the system: some hammer against the walls, whereas I want do my utmost to undermine them. Both divisions are dedicated to the same goal, we just have different marching orders. Anyway. On to my point. The systems of the patriarchy have been in place for centuries, if not millennia. Among it's toxic structures, learned behaviors, and pattern arguments is a fundamental method of conflict resolution: "You must diminish another individual to accomplish your goals." It's one thing to take corrective action, to take an individual aside and address a problematic behavior or a decision that had toxic consequences or hurt someone else. It's another to demonize said individual merely on the face of their actions. The passionate pursuit of justice has become a defining aspect of today's feminists, activists, and radicals. While this is admirable, there's evidence pointing to a growing trend for some to use that aspect as a tool for self-advancement in a social circle or given zeitgeist. This is a vestige of the patriarchy, and it's just as toxic and just as destructive as a problematic behavior or decision that needs to be addressed. We cannot and should not excuse or explain away bad behavior or hurtful decisions, no matter how they were made or what the mental state was at the time. Actions have consequences, and when those consequences hurt or diminish another, the action must be addressed. But it must be addressed with a response, rather than a retort. A response is measured, direct, face-to-face, comprehensive, complex, and above all, done with love in one's heart for oneself and the other alike. We're all in this together, after all. A retort is knee-jerk, rooted in the heated emotion of the moment, triggered by fear or a previous harmful or toxic experience, and has far more to do with the person reacting than the inciting incident. It's harder to respond, since it takes time, the clarity to imagine the other complexly, and the wherewithal to hold space for yourself as well as the other as sovereign individuals entitled by right to equality. It's easy to retort — and the patriarchy is all about doing what's easy. Taking the thoughts and actions required to provide a measured response can be perceived as evidence of weakness, and even an invitation for abuse. There's a delay that comes when we take a moment to think, if not merely to breathe. The 'traditions' of the patriarchy teach us that such delays are openings for us to get our points in, like daggers into a threat on our lives, regardless if whether or not the person in question with whom we're trying to reason has turned their back to take a moment to gather themselves. We see the opportunity, and we stab one another in the back, and we feel justified, even vindicated, in the aftermath. We proved our point. We prevailed. Justice is done! The monster is slain! Everybody, check out this righteous kill and the utter hideousness of this thing that I stabbed to death! Go team! I hope you can see why this behavior is toxic.
Courtesy LucasArts
That's the point I'm getting at. The systems perpetuated in the spirit of the patriarchy have taught us the wrong things. We impulsively jump at the chance to prove our worth and our dedication to being an ally or smashing the patriarchy by punching whatever or whomever is in front of us right in the face. This is not to say we shouldn't punch Nazis — I'm not an advocate for violence, but come on, punching Nazis — rather, I am suggesting that we not punch each other in the same way we punch Nazis. I realize I'm mostly speaking within the echo chamber of 'social justice' folks and feminists. And that's my intent. At this point, it'd be very difficult for members of the old guard to have this form of self-awareness or critical thought. Their learned behaviors are too deeply ingrained; their pattern arguments are too well-worn and comfortable. Addressing the nature of the fuel in their toxicity is another matter. Today, in this moment, realizing that we, too, have learned toxic behaviors and lash out with harmful retorts is something we all need to be doing. I haven't been as active as I would like to be in supporting the resistance. But I've been paying attention. And for every call for unity and collective strength in smashing the systems that put us where we are and allowed the ridiculous circus of narcissistic demagogues to seize power, there are those who wish to 'weed out the weak' among us. Yes, we need to address the harmful things we can say and do to one another in the midst of all of this stress and struggle. But we can do it without diminishing the other, but rather attempting to help them be and do better. We can help one another up without having to cast anyone down. And we certainly don't need to worry about pushing ourselves forward by shoving somebody else back. To prevail against our enemy, we must not think, speak, or act as they enemy does. We must know them, but not become them. Each of us risks becoming the very monsters we desire to slay. The true monster is the system, it is a thing. And people, regardless of the individual choices they make, in spite of the moments and retorts that fly in the face of their true natures, the people they could be — people are not things. If we treat one another more like people, and less like things, even if the person in question has been acting more thing-like than person-like, we are already one step ahead of the enemy. And that single step can make a world of difference for a person who's just as worthy of love and liberty as you are.
Blue Ink Alchemy

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Turning The Corner

Turning The Corner — Blue Ink Alchemy

The site going down for as long as it did feels like part of the last gasp of an awful time of my life coming to a close. Until now, I simply haven't had the resources to do things like pay a large invoice like the one for my host, even a yearly one. Along with finally securing a good and lucrative job that plays to my strengths and fosters a healthy environment, my mental and emotional turbines have spun up to a good level of power. Above all, I've done a good deal of work in being more gentle with myself, and remembering that, no matter what I or anyone else might say, I'm only human. Even now, at times, I struggle to refrain from being hard on myself to the point that people say I am "beating myself up." Home and work life are both in a form that remind me that it's okay if I don't have all the answers, or insufficient spoons to do a particular chore. It's much better in the long run to admit that you don't know than pretend you do and be found out later. That's part of the problem I have with the whole "fake it 'til you make it" thing — I'd rather be known for who I really am than have people engage favorably with a false front conveying false knowledge and false confidence. I've dealt with those people. I wouldn't wish it on anyone. Showing up as myself, the person I've been working hard to be for over a year, is something to which I'm unaccustomed. My habits have always been to make more room for others, turn myself down for others, get out of the way of others. I've always seen putting myself first as too selfish, too disagreeable. Some of my experiences pointed towards that being the truth, and I bought into that as the rule, rather than exceptions. But with a little thought, and the growth I've experienced, it's clear that looking after my own best interests is neither disagreeable nor selfish in the way that taking all of the cookies or drinking all of the beer is selfish. If I am looked after, I can produce, write, and be there for others. I'm the only person I can rely upon to look after me. Therefore, to look after myself is not selfish. That's been the crux of this corner upon which I turn. Giving more thought to myself, my words, and my actions — it's still a bit new to me. I still need reminders that my feelings and opinions are just as valid as those of the people around me, and that I am allowed to occupy the space in which I exist. I've had trouble believing that in the past. Some of my more recent experiences could have reinforced the notion that I am unworthy of friends, affection, or success. It's taken a lot of effort to fight back against those feelings, those learned behaviors. I'm still unlearning them, and teaching myself new ones. I don't want to perpetuate old habits, pattern arguments, or anything of the sort. As far as I've come, as much as I've done, it's all just part of turning a corner. And turning a corner means that the journey, and the work to make it a survivable, lucrative, and memorable one, is far from over. Tuesdays are for telling my story.
Blue Ink Alchemy

Turning The Corner

Turning The Corner — Blue Ink Alchemy

The site going down for as long as it did feels like part of the last gasp of an awful time of my life coming to a close. Until now, I simply haven't had the resources to do things like pay a large invoice like the one for my host, even a yearly one. Along with finally securing a good and lucrative job that plays to my strengths and fosters a healthy environment, my mental and emotional turbines have spun up to a good level of power. Above all, I've done a good deal of work in being more gentle with myself, and remembering that, no matter what I or anyone else might say, I'm only human. Even now, at times, I struggle to refrain from being hard on myself to the point that people say I am "beating myself up." Home and work life are both in a form that remind me that it's okay if I don't have all the answers, or insufficient spoons to do a particular chore. It's much better in the long run to admit that you don't know than pretend you do and be found out later. That's part of the problem I have with the whole "fake it 'til you make it" thing — I'd rather be known for who I really am than have people engage favorably with a false front conveying false knowledge and false confidence. I've dealt with those people. I wouldn't wish it on anyone. Showing up as myself, the person I've been working hard to be for over a year, is something to which I'm unaccustomed. My habits have always been to make more room for others, turn myself down for others, get out of the way of others. I've always seen putting myself first as too selfish, too disagreeable. Some of my experiences pointed towards that being the truth, and I bought into that as the rule, rather than exceptions. But with a little thought, and the growth I've experienced, it's clear that looking after my own best interests is neither disagreeable nor selfish in the way that taking all of the cookies or drinking all of the beer is selfish. If I am looked after, I can produce, write, and be there for others. I'm the only person I can rely upon to look after me. Therefore, to look after myself is not selfish. That's been the crux of this corner upon which I turn. Giving more thought to myself, my words, and my actions — it's still a bit new to me. I still need reminders that my feelings and opinions are just as valid as those of the people around me, and that I am allowed to occupy the space in which I exist. I've had trouble believing that in the past. Some of my more recent experiences could have reinforced the notion that I am unworthy of friends, affection, or success. It's taken a lot of effort to fight back against those feelings, those learned behaviors. I'm still unlearning them, and teaching myself new ones. I don't want to perpetuate old habits, pattern arguments, or anything of the sort. As far as I've come, as much as I've done, it's all just part of turning a corner. And turning a corner means that the journey, and the work to make it a survivable, lucrative, and memorable one, is far from over.
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