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This year I'll do the @mikimeiko 12 photos 1 year project again, which consists of taking the same photo of the same thing at roughly the same hour of the same day of the month. In remembrance of my cat's passing, I'll try to take them every 7th day of the month, since idk when she was born, and in the early afternoon (for no particular reason).

I'll post it in a reblog chain and I'll tag it #12p1y, #2k26 little projects, and also #the pondsy chronicles.

Link to the first post

Last year I had so much fun doing the January treasure hunt, and I've tried to do also the spring, summer, and autumn ones, but since my health doesn't let me go outside much I ended up not being satisfied, because I couldn't do most of those things, or doing them in time. So this year I've lowered the expectations, and since many points were valid throughout the year, that gave me the idea to do a year-round one! I've also added some points that can be done inside the house, because I'm mostly housebound but I still do be noticing things, and also I have realised since my illness started that I've developed some habits and rituals following the changing of the seasons that I hadn't before. I made a post with a long-ass list also because I think some other spoonies might be interested as well.

Link to the geopsyc's treasure hunt/ year round remix for the spoonies

I want to thank @geopsych because with these treasure hunts, whether I finished them or not, I became more interested in my surroundings, more curious and more observant, and made a lil bit the people around me as well.

I'll tag them #year round treasure hunt, #noticing stuff and #2k26 little projects.

‘Too often have I heard of duty,’ she cried. ‘But am I not of the House of Eorl, a shieldmaiden and not a dry-nurse? I have waited on faltering feet long enough. Since they falter no longer, it seems, may I not now spend my life as I will?’

‘Few may do that with honour,’ he answered. ‘But as for you, lady: did you not accept the charge to govern the people until their lord’s return? If you had not been chosen, then some marshal or captain would have been set in the same place, and he could not ride away from his charge, were he weary of it or no.’

‘Shall I always be chosen?’ she said bitterly. ‘Shall I always be left behind when the Riders depart, to mind the house while they win renown, and find food and beds when they return?’

‘A time may come soon,’ said he, ‘when none will return. Then there will be need of valour without renown, for none shall remember the deeds that are done in the last defence of your homes. Yet the deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised.’

And she answered: ‘All your words are but to say: you are a woman, and your part is in the house. But when the men have died in battle and honour, you have leave to be burned in the house, for the men will need it no more. But I am of the House of Eorl and not a serving-woman. I can ride and wield blade, and I do not fear either pain or death.’

‘What do you fear, lady?’ he asked.

‘A cage,’ she said. ‘To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire.’

‘And yet you counselled me not to adventure on the road that I had chosen, because it is perilous?’

‘So may one counsel another,’ she said. ‘Yet I do not bid you flee from peril, but to ride to battle where your sword may win renown and victory. I would not see a thing that is high and excellent cast away needlessly.’

‘Nor would I,’ he said. ‘Therefore I say to you, lady: Stay! For you have no errand to the South.’

‘Neither have those others who go with thee. They go only because they would not be parted from thee – because they love thee.’