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if you can’t get out of bed, try and sit up instead of lying down. it’ll be better for your back and your blood pressure.

if you can’t shower or have a bath today, try and brush your teeth and clean your ears. it’ll keep you a little cleaner, and we often forget those areas. 

if you can’t get dressed today, change underwear and use some deoderant. it’ll leave you a little fresher until you have the strength to change fully.

if it’s worth doing, it’s worth half doing. some is bette than none. you won’t always be able to do it all, but you can always make work.

if you can’t do your laundry, move it to somewhere out of the walkway.

laundry, move it to somewhere

out of the walkway.

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whatever was left, that was ours for a while.

The other half of the class were told, “you can make only one pot”. But that pot had to be perfect. The quality had to be high; the highest quality pot would get the best mark.

But when it came to the grading, they noticed something weird.

All the best quality pots were in the ‘quantity’ group.

The guys who were literally churning out pots, trying to make as many as possible, not concentrating on the quality. But every pot they made, made them better at making pots. By the end of the month (I think it was a month) - they had some pretty awesome pots coming out, because they enjoying finding all the ways and all the things they could do to make all their pots. Where as the ‘quality’ guys had spent their time reading up on pots, and technique, and researching and planning; which was all great but they’d had no further practice at actually making pots.

The best way to get really good at something, the only way to be really good at something, is to make lots of shitty attempts at that thing several of which will fail. If all you create are perfect things then you won’t improve, because how can you improve on perfect?

Writing a bunch of stuff that Doesn’t Matter is the number-one best thing I can advise any writer to do. It’s fun, it’s easy, and it’s practice that doesn’t feel like work. Just like the students, if you focus all your attention on polishing one story, you’ll be left far behind by the others who are gleefully tossing off whimsical ideas left and right.

We laughed so hard, and they pushed me (I can’t propel myself very far) and we took photos and we laughed more and we went through mud and fine sand and thistles, and then we ate croissants at a café and when we got back to the car we had ice cream and

I wish I could go back to my child self and show them this day. I wish I could say, One day you’ll be part of things and people will be glad to have you around, and they won’t complain about pushing you up a steep grade or through a bog, and they will want to hear your shitty jokes and when you gasp and say LOOK A BABY BUNNY they will stop to look and it will be exactly as magical as you’re imagining now.

The food in our cupboards is food I will eat - or at least our cupboards contain nothing I hate and am expected to eat anyway. There is always something to snack on for when food is Bad and eating is Hard. There are no doors on the cupboards, the better to remember that food exists and can be accessed easily.

There are soft things everywhere. The lights are kept low and soon we will put up fairy lights for supplemental lighting. My sensory needs are met and respected, and I am safe.

My partner puts my walker in his car and drives me places - and does not object when I would rather be the one driving, relinquishes control as easily as breathing. He checks to make sure I am okay, that I am not pushing too hard; he believes me when I say I can or cannot do something. He slows down to keep pace when I am tired or in pain, and never, ever rushes me.

The dishes are allowed to stay in the sink overnight and the world does not explode if the bathroom is not cleaned top-to-bottom weekly before Sunday evening. My roommate and partner believes me when I say I cannot do something, and I feel safe and comfortable to ask for help when I need it.

I am unlearning the involuntary hesitation of inviting people to my home, and learning that it’s okay to let people in even if their time in my life is only temporary.

he's all wit, all earnestness. he's a warrior and he hasn't had an easy life, but despite some layers of irony, he's incredibly frank with his emotions. that is totally not what i expected from an older game. he grieves freely and he loves profusely. he's a hero in a very typical mode but he also isn't. he's not macho or drawn toward leadership. his strength resides in both staunchness of principle and in an open-mindedness that lets him look upon a stricken world to find good and beauty in it

this is a dude who chose to save that world when he could have just walked away! it's a simple bravery that has been continually renewed in many stories, but it's the sensitivity with which his character is treated that elevates him. there's a brightness to him that stares the isolated, desolate tone of origins in the eye and works with it to make the whole experience that much more nuanced