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a msg to u from the dog that finally learned how to give me the dang ball

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I made this little mind-map this afternoon for myself when I was feeling stuck and realised that others might benefit from it/like it too! So here we go!
I often make mind-maps before to-do lists as it allows me to be able to follow multiple trains of thought in one go + edit things as I need to. I use an app called SimpleMind+ on my ipad.
I also have all of my routines written out as mind-maps which is extremely helpful on bad executive-dysfunction days. I am a very visual person and so mind-maps are heaven for me and my exhausted autistic brain!
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Yoko Onoâs âCleaning Piecesâ
CLEANING PIECE IÂ
Write down a sad memory.Â
Put it in a box.Â
Burn the box and sprinkle the ashes in the field.Â
You may give some ashes to a friend who shared the sadness.Â
CLEANING PIECE IIÂ
Make a numbered list of sadness in your life.Â
Pile up stones corresponding to those numbers.Â
Add a stone, each time there is sadness.Â
Burn the list, and appreciate the mount of stones for its beauty.Â
Make a numbered list of happiness in your life.Â
Pile up stones corresponding to those numbers.Â
Add a stone, each time there is happiness.Â
Compare the mount of stones to the one of sadness.Â
CLEANING PIECE IIIÂ
Try to say nothing negative about anybody.Â
a) For three daysÂ
b) For forty-five daysÂ
c) For three monthsÂ
See what happens to your life.Â
CLEANING PIECE IVÂ
Write down everything you fear in life.Â
Burn it.Â
Pour herbal oil with a sweet scent on the ashes.Â
CLEANING PIECE VÂ
Let a list of arbitrary names come into your mind as you go to sleep.Â
Say âbless youâ after each name.Â
Do this with speed, by keeping a constant rhythm, so, in no way, you would hesitate to bless them.

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Admit you were wrong. Apologize. Understand that youâre fallible. You make mistakes. You hurt people. Apologize. Thatâs growth; understanding you did something wrong and working towards making things right.
Just because it isnât happening right now doesnât mean it never will
Just because things hadnât gone the way Iâd planned didnât necessarily mean theyâd gone wrong.
Ann Patchett (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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i made a thing. :)
The most beautiful part of your body is where itâs headed. & remember, loneliness is still time spent with the world.
Ocean Vuong, âSomeday Iâll Love Ocean Vuong,â published in The New Yorker (via bostonpoetryslam)