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Private places to cry.
Safe spaces.
Andrew, Mason, and my parents.
Private places to cry.
Safe spaces.
Andrew, Mason, and my parents.
I am so profoundly happy to have Tuli–the only tiny dog I’ve ever loved–and the rest of her incredible family in my life. I’ve never been so known, and had the knowing held so close, by anyone who isn’t blood.
Today I had a tattoo consultation about getting roses on my chest next month. I’m thrilled to have a tattoo artist who knows me and who I trust. I went in with a very vague idea and left feeling confident and terribly excited.
Portland got hit with a ton of snow last night. I’m relieved that Seattle was spared the same fate. Cold and clear up here tonight with a gorgeous view of the moon.
I am so glad that I found the perfect graph paper notebooks in bulk on Amazon sometime a couple years ago. Spiral bound with perforated edges. That off-white color that makes you feel like a real mathematician. The perfect cardboard backing for taking notes while sitting sideways and writing on your knee. They are fabulous and I buy them by the case.
In math today I asked my professor to go over a question. I found myself tremendously pleased that I am at the point in my life where I will actually ask for help in front of other people when I need it. I always want to just know things and not need assistance. And if I do need help I don’t want to ask for it in front of a group full of people I assume are smarter than me. But I did it today and that is awesome.
Big shout-out to Justin from my pre-calculus class who, after I asked that question, leaned back in his chair, smiled, and said, “Thanks for asking that. I was lost, too.” He didn’t have to say anything. Didn’t have to make me feel any less alone. But he took that little moment to say, “Hey, me, too.” People should do that more. I should do that more. Today, he did.