Hard Things

[ysabetwordsmith]

Life is full of things which are hard or tedious or otherwise unpleasant that need doing anyhow. They help make the world go 'round, they improve skills, and they boost your sense of self-respect. But doing them still kinda sucks. It's all the more difficult to do those things when nobody appreciates it. Happily, blogging allows us to share our accomplishments and pat each other on the back.

What are some of the hard things you've done recently? What are some hard things you haven't gotten to yet, but need to do? Is there anything your online friends could do to make your hard things a little easier?

Comments

[siliconshaman]

Living with COVID, unsurprisingly, isn't much fun. But the hard bit is realising that as the designated 'cope-er' I don't have any back-up. So if I'm sick as well, there's no-one there to give me a hand. So, I've just got to power through being ill and ..well..cope.

[apachefirecat]

*HUGS* Yeah, nobody seems to get it when the cope-er is the one down...

[apachefirecat]

As you know, we're dealing with a mess, but we're hopefully on the verge of figuring it out. I had almost made it to forgiving my mother/egg donor for all she did to me when we were all three forced to move back to Daddy's land, her, me, and my husband. I can't deal with both. I cannot deal with her, knowing the abuse she put me through, AND being there where the abuse happened. I'm just not that strong.

But we are working on increasing our finances, improving our credit, and (ultimately) getting OUT of there. J has started his GED enrollment, should be starting at least a part time job very soon (waiting for the background check), and is trying to find a second part time. I'm working full time, and then should be starting my part time (Dasher) tomorrow.

It's exhausting. The mere thought of it is exhausting. But right now, every night I'm going "home" to Daddy's land, knowing she's there in the back, knowing she needs help but not having the heart to be able to give it to her... I've almost had a stroke again this week, and literally last night when I got off the calls and got ready to go home, I was feeling fine. Not more than 10 minutes later absolute MAX, I started hurting like mess again. I've been having the same pains that can lead, and in fact did lead to the one that we barely stopped, every night that I go to that place.

[jtthomas]

Building. Lots of building. Also calculating finances for the sake of more building in the future. (Low cost of living area, yay! Needing to do it all ourselves from the ground up because finances, oof!)

Dealing with medical stuff; luckily, this doc's helping to break the trauma cycle (New York Jew, not fannish but entirely understands).

Housetraining puppy, complete with getting up like three times over the course of the night, even though that makes the medical stuff worse.

[mdlbear]

Preparing to move. Into a much smaller space. Again. Fifth move in the last decade, downsizing each time. This one's the hardest.

My daughter came up to the house for a couple of days to help sort; she took Colleen's sewing machine, a lot of fabric, some books,... It helped.

[we_are_spc]

It's taking me forever to get back into the writing flow. As evidenced by the prompt call still technically being open, and it taking me waaayyy too long (for my liking anyway) to get everyones prompts out to them. :(

I love it, but dear gods sometimes when I get writer's block )Or nothing comes to me) I feel like I'm letting people down. *sighs*

I still have no job, and I'm to the point where anything money wise is hyper anxiety inducing, and I really hope my closest local person isn't getting frustratedwith me. Hell, I am frustrated with myself because the way my voice goes all edgy and pissy sounding now. I'm trying not to imagine how they, or anyone else, feels when I do that to *them*. >.>

-T~