This is it! We all made it to the day we’ve all been waiting for!
And, ya know, the last day of NaBloPoMo/Nano Poblano. 😀 Congratulations everyone!
Here is the second half of the #PepperJam project that Bradley and I teamed up for. The first half can be found over at Bradley’s blog.
I wrote 2 sets of Six Word Stories and Bradley was kind enough to draw an illustration for one Six Word Story from each set.
Here’s the results for the second set:
You matter more than you know:
Now that we’ve hit the final Saturday of Nano Poblano I’ve decided that it might be a good time to tell those of you who have only recently discovered my blog a bit about myself. Most people do this at the beginning of a blog posting challenge, but I don’t necessarily like to do things how other people do them.
That being said, I am rather particular about how things get done. Especially when it comes to things around the apartment. You can just ask my husband.
My husband and I have do not have kids, nor do we ever want to have kids. There are many reasons for this, but the main one is that I just don’t like children.
Aside from the fact that I don’t like children, another reason why I never want to have kids is the fact that I have several mental illnesses. I have bipolar disorder, panic disorder, and social anxiety. I have not been on any medication for any of these things for over a decade but have all of them pretty well under control.
I do not have a job. My husband provides for the both of us. This is my choice. If I were to decide that I wanted to work my husband would support that as well.
My husband and I voluntarily decided to stop owning any sort of vehicle almost 7 years ago. The amount of money that we’re saving is well worth the slight inconvenience.
My husband and I do our grocery shopping once a month. In order to do this we rent a van from U-Haul for the day. Costco is our friend.
My husband and I are both introverts. Me more than him. For years people would try to, or urge me to try to “fix” my introvertedness because they were convinced it was another part of my mental illnesses. I’m more than over that shit.
With all this talk of my husband you might assume that I am straight. If you did make that assumption you’d be wrong. I am bisexual. So, no, marrying a member of the opposite sex doesn’t magically turn someone completely heterosexual, I’ve been married to him for over 14 years now. Neither does joining a church and forcing yourself to deny that part of yourself. You cannot “pray the gay away.” Incidentally, you also can’t be cured of mental illnesses by simply praying hard enough, despite what I was repeatedly told by people in that church.
I’m assuming that it now comes as a shock to no one that I am decidedly not religious in any way, shape or form.
It had been a long drive already when she saw her exit and turned off of the highway and she knew she had a bit more of a drive to go before she’d reach her destination. She went over the things that she had packed in her head again, hoping that she had packed enough warm clothes. She had been going there for years, but she was always surprised by just how cold the nights and early mornings could get. She drove past the grocery store that she’d need to visit tomorrow to stock up on food for her stay. She’d need to make sure to make a list of what she needed and remember to actually bring it with her this time. She came to her turn a little while later and began her drive down the long dirt driveway further and further into the woods. She turned off her radio and rolled down her window to listen to the sound of the birds and the river a bit farther into the trees. The air was clean and crisp, a welcome change from the city air that she was used to the rest of the year. She pulled over to the side of her driveway next to a field full of wildflowers and got out to pick a few. She placed them on the seat beside her and continued down the driveway. There ahead of her she finally saw her little cabin surrounded by trees. She parked the car, grabbed the wildflowers, pulled out her bags and walked to the front door. She walked inside shutting the door behind her. She placed her bags on the floor, and picked the vase on the table by the door to fill it with water. As she put the flowers in the vase and set it on the table again she breathed a sigh of contentment. Her yearly 2 weeks of quiet and relaxation had begun.
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