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[iyla-difransisco]

*steps into the doorway of Vera’s room while she’s in the kitchen* so, you are the boy my Zia has fallen in love with? *slightly softened Italian accent* *little smile*

@definitelynot-peterp4rker

[hellotherekenobi]

I want to see a super flirty obi wan kara

i totally got this idea from tiktok. y’all know what i mean. for those on my taglist FYI there is a suggestive convo at the end.

──── TOYING WITH YOU.

Obi-Wan Kenobi has been your assigned Jedi protector for a while now, and he has done a good (nay, incredible) job of keeping you safe. Despite all the time together, however, you hardly know a thing about him as a person. Although being quite the conversationalist and negotiator, Obi-Wan rarely talks— or at least about himself. You’ve tried to coax something out of him but his response is usually to flash you one of his gorgeous signature smiles and change the subject so effortlessly that you forget you even asked him a question. It works every time.

“Oh, that looks good.” You point behind the stalls to where the scent of cooked food wafts deliciously.

Obi-Wan follows your finger, nodding when he sees the food. “Yes, that does look good.”

“Let’s stop to eat something.”

He flashes you that smile again, “You know we can’t.”

He’s right but you ignore his comment, “Have you tried this before? Or do you want to eat something else? If you have something in mind...”

It’s so gentle, the touch of his hand on your shoulder. “Darling, as lovely as it is that you’re trying to get to know me, now is not the time—” he nods his head up, gesturing behind you with his eyes.

You turn around, something cautious and not too obvious, to see the person clad in leather who had been following you both from the moment you walked into the markets. Obviously, their intentions were not wholesome— and it wasn’t just because of the blaster strapped to their hip.

“Do you think he recognizes you?” You ask Obi-Wan, carefully turning back around as if you were browsing the stalls.

As much as he was a source of protection, Obi-Wan also had to remain anonymous when out in public (because a Jedi walking around with a lightsaber is sure to cause attention), which means he had to blend in with casual attire, yet he kept his cloak.

He shakes his head. “I don’t think so but we should keep moving.”

The hand on your shoulder glides down to rest at the small of your back as Obi-Wan maneuvers through the crowd, trying to put distance between you both and the obvious-but-trying-not-to-be-obvious hitman. For a short time, it seems that you can get away with sneaking out one of the exits but then Obi-Wan taps two fingers against your back and that’s when you notice the other two hitmen in the crowd.

Snaking his arm around you to hold you flush against his side, Obi-Wan says, “Stay close to me,” his breath fans against your ear, “I have a plan.”

Then he’s darting left before you even think about moving your feet, just letting him guide you through gaps in the crowd and behind stalls. The cloak on his shoulders drapes behind him as you both keep up the quick pace. When he snakes into the opening of an alleyway, he tugs the hood up over his head and presses you against the wall, one arm stretched out to lean against it and cover you with his body; chest to chest.

He doesn’t break eye-contact or say a word, just keeps himself pressed against you as he looks down at you from his height. You can feel his breath on your face at the closeness but more importantly you can feel him, and it’s becoming more distracting than the threat of the hitmen. Maybe it wouldn’t be so distracting if he wasn’t staring you down, though.

“Do you have to look at me like that?” You ask finally, feeling pinned by blue irises.

“Like what?” He speaks, having the audacity to flicker his gaze to your mouth for a moment.

“That. Shouldn’t you be looking over your shoulder?”

“Well, I wouldn’t be much of a cover if I were looking over my shoulder, now would I?”

“Yes but—”

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” He moves in even closer, that damn man of him. “From the way your cheeks are heating up, I’d say you’re enjoying this.”

“T-that doesn’t mean anything!”

“Maybe... but I am a Jedi, remember?”

What does that have to do with anything? You furrow your brows at him in confusion, and a little bit of annoyance, when suddenly you feel his hand on your hip that has you letting out a squeak and pushing off the wall, in effect knocking your knees into his and touching noses. It’s closer than you’ve ever been with him, although you have wondered what it would be like to be closer... yet the unexpected contact and filtration is irritating you.

“Careful, darling.” He chuckles, tilting his head to brush his nose along yours. “Your thoughts are too loud.”

Jedi. He’s a Jedi. Remember! He can sense your thoughts through the Force. Oh Maker, why can’t the ground just swallow you up? Averting his gaze, you peek over his arm still planted against the wall to watch the hitmen roaming about and then leaving down a separate alleyway.

“It looks like the coast is clear. We should get moving.” You say, not sparing Obi-Wan another glance.

His finger rests under your chin, turning your head to look at him. “What you asked me before, about something to eat. You asked if I had something else in mind...” He smiles when he sees you swallow. “There is one thing I've always wanted to taste.”

“Obi-Wan!”

“Don’t worry, I’m just toying with you.”

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[ambrosiaswhispers]

My Things

Okay I did a little list recently for fics in response and I thought why not promote my own things a bit. ‘Cause I can. I also thought I’d give you a little bit int my process as well. All questions have been asked of my in one way or another.

Why write in the first place?

I love to write- honestly if I couldn’t get my words out on paper, I’d most likely end up a bit on the crazy side. I’ve always had a vivid imagination. I wrote my first story in crayon when I was about 5 or 6, it was about a unicorn jumping over a rainbow to eat birthday cake...Yup, unicorns and birthday cake - I wasn’t a complicated kid. lol. 

I had my first real issue with insomnia when I was 10 and the counselor my parents had me talk to suggested a journal. I never wrote about myself, I always wrote about brave girls, who saved themselves from the villains and feel in love with the guy the always stood with them. I worked on original pieces, but never showed them to anyone.

What was your first fic?

I wrote my first fic when I was 15, rebelling against my parents and posting it online - they never did catch me for that part. I wrote the fic off an anime called “Ronin Warriors.” It was about 12 parts and I’ve recently re-read part of it - Whoa, hello OCs with tragic backstories and Mary Sue-ness. Yikes. LOL.

How does your process start?

Normally it’s a “conversation that I overhear” in my head. It’s a line of dialogue or ‘scene’ that I see so clearly that I have to write it down and figure out how the characters got there. I use a voice recorder - always helpful, but if anyone heard my recordings they’d probably lock me mental hospital. I may or may not use different voices when I record.

Kastle/Daredevil

This is a fandom that I fell flat on my face for with no warning. Okay so it actually happened like this: 

My husband says, let’s watch the second season of Daredevil and I’m like, I’m afraid of what the Punisher will look likes. He’s like don’t worry, I saw a clip, he’s good. We start watching and I’m like, I can watch this without being worried, about shipping anyone because they are moving Karen and Matt together and I’m indifferent. The first interaction of Karen and Frank and I make this squeaking noise and my husband says, “Don’t ship Karen with the Punisher. He’s in love with justice, bullet-flavored justice.” He looks at me and laughs, “Too late?” I nod and he hands me my notebook – this is true love, fyi.

 Most of what I’ve written for this ship are in bits on Tumblr: here. There’s a few of my fic recs in that tag as well. I have a little bit of everything mixed in there. 

On AO3 I have one complete piece and one chapter piece that I started that my laptop promptly ate... rude, by-the-way.

The Unchosen Door  - This is really a ghost of Kastle piece and is more about Frank and his family. Fair warning it is sad. This wrote itself, I blinked and I was staring at it on my screen - I had to edit, that was about it. Summary: “He was home. They were home. They were safe. He was going to get her to take the damn day off to spend with him and the kids, but something just seemed wrong..... "The horrorcore of what might have been was behind an unchosen door. An unopened, black door marked with a bullet hole and a white skull." A moment that could have been, about Frank Castle and his family.”

From Dusk Till Dawn The Series

I love this series and writing for it, currently rules my brain and most of my heart. I’ve got a soft spot for those crazy brothers and that whole world really. this is one and only fandoms that I ship all over the place. Normally my brain says: “That; we’re shipping that” with this series it’s like I’m a cat high catnip and I’m chasing a lazer pointer. Seriously, it’s a problem. LOL.

SethKate

No secret I write more in this ship than the others. I honestly identify with Seth’s voice more than anyone and that makes it click somehow. The dynamic fascinates me.

Rules of the Mexican Honeymoon series So this series has a follow-up story written after each season and I had a plan for it, which Seth promptly ignored and ripped out my heart with all the angst.

Please; This Is As Far As We Go    The Post-Season 1 story became a 5 part Mature piece and I even posted an Explicit version: here  with an extended sex scene. The epilogue was not everyone’s favorite. It’s really not my fault... I “heard” Seth whisper, “Four more minutes.” and that was that. Summary: “There are two phrases that seem to chase their conversations like a snake swallowing its own tail: Please and This is as far as we go.Seth and Kate deal with the aftermath of Season 1 and the loss of their families. This is my take on Seth and Kate's "Mexican Honeymoon" I may leave it as a one-shot. If I do extend it the rating will likely go up.Rating has gone up, 'cause well, Seth Gecko.” Proudest writing moment: The beach scene in the fourth part.

Four Minutes of Self-Destruction The Post-Season 2 part... So this piece was so bitterly painful for me to write that I actually got a little depressed. It was hard to live in Seth’s head for that one. Summary:  “This is Seth dealing/not dealing with Kate's death. Post-Season two and pre-Season three. Seth is not emotionally equipped for any of these things. Richie's trying to be a supportive brother and trying to help. Seth finds Kate's cross at the Bloodwell and takes it back to Bethel.” Proudest writing moment: Confession in the church

Without Condition The Post-Season 3 part. This is the only part where we get to hear Kate’s thoughts in this series.I really tried to pull in ties from the previous parts to make it feel richer. The Epilogue was pure fluff. Summary: “ After Amaru and preventing the apocalypse Kate is trying to figure out how she belongs into her skin and what the hell 'four minutes' means. She wants to reclaim her body and she wants Seth to help, but she's afraid she won't be able to handle it.” Proudest writing moment: Kate’s POV - I really felt like I captured her voice in those moments.

Without A Fight (…but there is a fight) So this one is one-shot originally a Tumblr prompt. I loved the fact that it felt raw to me. I’m sucker for characters in the rain trope. Summary: “Original prompt from Tumblr: "Could you write Sethkate - she's mad at him because he almost "let" Amaru kill him to touch her, and she would have just had to watch?"Kate wakes up from a nightmare and can't shake her anger. Seth's a big part of that rage and not always the way he thinks. In the back parking lot of Jacknife Jed's things come to a head. Proudest writing moment: Angry Kate prose at the beginning.

Hey Bartender So I wrote this AU one-shot, as a distraction from “Four Minutes of Self-Destruction.” I normally don’t write AU pieces and this was just a smut piece basically. I thought it was fun though. Summary: “AU piece: no culebras, no kidnapping and many of the cannon characters are still alive. Essentially we have modern setting in a bar with Seth as a bartender and Kate as a college student. Past that this is a smut fic. PWP – essentially. I do hope that you enjoy it. There is a mention of a suicide attempt.” Proudest writing moment: Seth has a lot of things to say and I think it ended up sexy.

Die By Dawn This multi-chapter piece set post Season 3 and the concept is rough. I started writing this piece and during the writing of the 3rd part lost my grandfather to complications from cancer. This is piece that I’m writing to heal and is still in progress. Summary: “After surviving Amaru and the end of the world, they find out Kate has limited time to live, because cancer is a bitch. How do they say goodbye? How does Kate want to spend her last days? Seth's not dealing with this very well. Richie and Scott are not having it either. Kate's somehow is the one that is going to get everyone through this. Warning for: cancer, impeding (but not immediate) character death, grief stages, and potential adult situations.” Proudest writing moment: Without spoiling anything Richie’s POV in part 5 - it was a labor of love to make perfect.

Love Is... This is an AU multi-chapter piece from a Tumblr prompt is being writing with the help of my dear friend here. So I write comedy? Yes... apparently I do. This is loosely based on Jane the Virgin. I just love this piece I smile everytime I work on it. Still in progress Summary: “Originally a Tumblr prompt: "Anonymous said: Me too for being curious about SethnKate prompts idea. I got one for you. Jane the Virgin au...Seth hijacks Kate's pregnancy. Poor Kate winks Seth is pissed till he meets his baby momma haha" Seth never planned on any of this: not the sweet little, virgin church girl, who's got more attitude than people expect; not her moving in with him and his family and certainly not his baby she's intent on having. He's going to have to figure out how this woman and his child are going to fit into his life; does he even want them to?” Proudest writing moment: Can I love the whole thing? Maybe Richie’s summary of the events to Eddie - yup, probably that so far.

RichieKate/Kichie

It’s the moment he closes his eyes and prays with her in the RV and the expression on his face when he sees her at Jackknife Jeds - when Mavado brings her out.

Right Call So even though this ended up kinda a smut piece. I really liked it- I think it’s a got heart. I felt like I got Richie’s voice too. Summary: Kate gets hurt during a job and wants ice cream... Richie wants Kate... Seth leaves to get Kate ice cream and....PWP, Smut.... good lord this ran away with me. "...but it did things to him when he caught his scent on her. Humans liked to pretend that part of their nature didn’t exist, but it did. It was just expressed in different ways now: ring on a certain finger, offering a girl your shirt after sex, sharing a shower and washing her with your soap, getting her addicted to your favorite foods, and of course the ever cliché hickey on the neck." Proudest writing moment: Richie’s voice in general - but I loved him whispering scripture onto her skin. Points if you can guess where in the Bible it comes from without googling it.

Seth/Kate/Richie Honestly never written or shipped a poly-relationship, but there is something about the way they both react around her that made it click in my head.

Ever Mine; Ever Yours; Ever Ours Currently this is a two-part bit of OT3 fluff. First time I’ve ever written the idea of a three-way pairing. Side note I grew up with girl who lived in a type of household - so in my brain it’s not outside of possible. I am planning on more to this and some more mature things as well. Summary: Okay this came out of nowhere and simply could NOT be more domestic OT3 if I tried. Seriously, it just hit me from left field and now I have Gecko babies running around in my head. OT3 for reals though - in a fluffy, domestic way, but very much OT3. Okay other than that, no warnings needed, it’s fluffy nonsense.A non-crime Gecko story - all about family Proudest writing moment: First time I got brave enough to share a visual board.

Okay so this turned out longer than I planned. I guess I’m gonna do this in more than one part.

Yikes so many words about my words... Be Blessed guys. I’m working on all my pieces write now.

Love to my Loves!!!

[jessi-31days-blog]

Day 5, Thursday, October 5th

I wake up at 7:45 am and check my phone.

My mom texted me saying that the coffee maker died. A true tragedy for someone like me, who has been drinking coffee every morning for about 10 years. But then as I was chatting with my friends on skype, one lovely friend told me how to make coffee without a maker. She's a life saver, especially since today is orientation day for school and I can not go without caffeine today.

Yoga class - "Yoga for Inner Acceptance" - 34 mins:

So first thing I noticed is this video is longer than the first few from this DoYogaWithMe program. But I remembered my commitment to this, so I did the whole thing. First the instructor went through various poses, some that stretched and worked out my leg and arm muscles, some that stretched and worked out my spine. That was half of the video. The second half I was to lay down on my mat and do the mediation as guided by the instructor for the rest of the time. It was hard for me to focus. But I was guided to move my attention to the sensations of each part of my body, from feet to my head. I tried to let go of wanting things to change, I tried to turn off my mind, and I tried to imagine myself releasing negativity. I wasn't very successful, but at least I was successful during the first half of the yoga class.

Guided meditation - "Awaken the Brain" - 17 mins:

Honesty time. I failed today. I couldn't do a simple 17 minute guided meditation. I feel like shit, but I'm starting over tomorrow; its a new day, right? Just gotta keep going. No guarantees, but maybe I'll do both meditations tomorrow.... maybe....

Read a Proverb - Proverbs 5:

I picked up on something in verses 3 through 6 almost immediately. The verses say this: "For the lips of an immoral woman are as sweet as honey, and her mouth is smoother than oil. But in the end she is as bitter as poison, as dangerous as a double-edged sword. Her feet go down to death; her steps lead straight to the grave. For she cares nothing about the path to life. She staggers down a crooked trail and doesn’t realize it." The first thing to come to mind was that the immoral woman spoken of in this chapter is an allegory for taking the easy way out. What I mean by "taking the easy way out" is kind of hard for me to explain. Because taking the easy way out means a lot of different things to different people. But the way I used to take the easy way out was by just doing nothing with my life, drinking when the pain got too bad, soaking in depression and negative thoughts with minimal to no effort to actually try to relieve my depression in a healthy and plausible manner. And like the "immoral woman" whose lips are as sweet as honey and smoother than oil, these things appealed to me. Drinking, wallowing, and giving up on life; all these things appealed to me. Because they are so easy to do. But again, like the "immoral woman", who is in the end as bitter as poison and as dangerous as a double-edged sword, me taking the easy way out was dangerous. I could have become an alcoholic and ruined my organs. My mental and physical health would have gotten worse and worse with being sedentary, a lack of exercise and rarely seeing the sunlight. I may have eventually just killed myself due to not being able to handle the pain anymore. This was a really poisonous lifestyle of mine, one that I'm fighting my hardest to sever myself from, so that my steps don't lead "straight to the grave".

Blog post - OneShrinksPerspective.com - "6 Strategies for Letting Go of Regret and Forgiving Yourself for the Mistakes You’ve Made":

I sought out this kind of blog article this time, instead of picking a random article from the previous blog sites I've read from. I google searched something along the lines of "letting go of regret" and found this. The whole article was really meaningful to me, and I'm gonna reread it a few times now and again to fully get this concept into my head, but here's what I got out of it today.

The first point the writer made was very helpful and eye opening to me. She basically stated that "no one can fully and accurately know the outcome of their decisions until after the fact. We make our decisions based on the information we have at the time". I have often told myself, when thinking about the devastating mistakes I've made, that I should have known better. But could I have known better? Looking back with hindsight I know what not to do ever again, but perhaps I really didn't understand the magnitude of consequences that my mistakes and poor choices would earn me. If I really had known better, if I could just go back, I probably would not have done some of the things that caused me to lose everything. At the very least, I now how the lessons. But my god, they are some of the most painful lessons.

Another point the writer made that stood out to me was the idea that life is a research project, and the knowledge we gain comes from experience and awareness. One of my favorite quotes is that of C.S. Lewis, who said “Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn.” I feel this quote deeply, and have loved it for many years. Even just picking apart this quote, I can tell you why I love it. The first word of the quote that I appreciate is "brutal". The word has 3 definitions (as far as google told me), but this one seems most fitting for the word brutal in this context: "punishingly hard or uncomfortable." I can think of many mistakes and poor choices that I've made, and my experience of the consequences of them were like punishment for a crime, my punishment being loss and deep seated depression and regret. The second part of this quote that I love is "my God do you learn", because it adds emphasis to his thought and conveys to me that Lewis has, too, made mistakes that he, through deep pain and regret, has had to learn from. I'd say my version of this quote would be "Experience is a hardcore motherfucker that will teach you your lessons by means of violent force."

The final point the writer makes that I will briefly touch on is that not only do we learn from our mistakes, but others learn from our mistakes as well. So let me give you some quick bites of a few lessons I've learned from my mistakes:

Don't manipulate people, because no one will tolerate you if you do. 

Save your money, and if you are limited financially, don't spend money in things that won't matter to you in a week. 

If you have severe depression, DO NOT CUT YOURSELF, but if you do, don't use anything too sharp, because those scars will never go away and you have your mental illness on your arms for anyone to see for the rest of your life, and you don't want people to learn your story that way, TRUST ME.

Do NOT take any privilege you have for granted, because doing so will fuck you so hard it'll feel like rape. Yes, that's a very crude way for me to put that point, but I did so for emphasis. Be aware of your privilege and what it gives you, and be thankful, but do not ever think you earned it or that you even really deserve it, because this attitude will eventually lead to your downfall, I promise.

If you mistreat someone, they will leave you, whether you intended to mistreat them or not.

That's about all I'm gonna share about this for today. Onto the next thing.

Encouraging someone on Reddit - r/suicidewatch:

Okay, first of all, this subreddit makes me cry. In a nutshell, it's a place where people who are suicidal can post about their desire to end their lives, their struggles with depression and mental illness, get some last resort help, etc. It is NOT a suicide hotline, and if someone posts there, there is no way to track users locations in the event of real perceived intent to kill themselves. Many people even make "throwaway" accounts, which are accounts people make in case their friends or family know their main reddit accounts and they want to secure anonymity. Kind people, in return, can search by the "new", and pick posts and attempt to help these suicidal people who are reaching out.

I think I'm gonna start doing what I did yesterday, where I describe the post and then copy + paste what I responded, from now on. Just an FYI.

It's hard to come to this subreddit with my "daily goal" of helping a random stranger in mind; much harder than when I'm searching through r/anxiety or even r/depression. Because I really only have the strength in me to help one of them, as much as I'd like to help them all. I'm really only 5 days deep into being fully committed to my efforts of self improvement and trying not to kill myself, so I'm not anywhere close to qualified to be anyone's savior.

The post I found had a title along the lines of asking if anyone else has attempted to receive help after a long time of coming to peace with the idea that they might (or in their words, "will") end up killing themselves. This person writes about how they've lived between fighting the suicidal thoughts and accepting them for about a year. They've gotten to the point where they are ready to write letters to the people they care about and tie up loose ends so there isn't a mess leftover for others to clean up. However, after a year of searching for help, they think they may have found it, even though they still feel like they've "accepted death". So the final question was, "How do you flip a 180 on something that you've been approaching for a year? Maybe I should just let them help someone else... me two months ago."

Okay, now for my response. First of all, as much as I hate these, I have to throw out a trigger warning. And also, my advice/encouragement response is from a very unorthodox viewpoint. Just wanted to get that out there just in case.

Here's what I said:

"It's hard for me to say whether or not I've felt the exact thing you are feeling, but what I know for sure is that I've been to a point where I have felt like suicide was my only viable option. That was actually me, six days ago. What's even worse is that I'm a Christian that believes that so long as I have received Jesus as my Savior and believe in His death and resurrection, nothing will make me lose that salvation; even killing myself. Now I'm not here to preach to you, the reason I mention my faith (and I rarely do that, especially on Reddit), is because I'm painting my mental picture for you, so that hopefully you and I can have some sort of common ground in regards to our attitudes towards suicide. My particular belief (a rare one in the Christian community, but I know I'm not the only one who believes it) makes suicide look like a door out of my mental hell that leads right up to the gates of Heaven, where there is no mental fucking illness that I have to live with every day. So why haven't I done it? Well ever since October 1st, I've given myself a 31 day commitment to a list of self improvement tasks to do every day. All those really popular ones that all the mental health blogs like to mention; you know, exercise, yoga, meditation - the works. And I'm giving up alcohol for 31 days and starting college on Monday. To try and make a long story short, my life has gone downhill since 2015 and I haven't actually done anything other than try various medications in an attempt to beat this monster that my mental illnesses are. I don't know if I'm going to get better, be successful, and most importantly, be happy enough to stay alive. But if I do kill myself, I just want to be able to say I tried my god damn hardest to recover and form a happy life first. My whole life has been spent doing things the easy way. I just want to know that for once in my life I actually made an effort, so that if I fail, my friends and family will know I didn't go out without a fight first. So I don't know how hard you've fought. And I know that you and I in our own individual ways have accepted death, particularly suicide. But you may have found the help you need, so run after that. Pick up a good mental health habit or two. And even if you feel like you have no strength, give it a good two months of pure effort to fight back against your depression. If after two months you only see a little progress, just give it two more months. If you know it in your heart that you've put your best effort into feeling better and being happy, when you do finally see happiness, it will feel so much better than people who are naturally happy or neurotypical, because you earned that happiness. If after a long effort you see absolutely no progress... well with a glance at rule 1b over on the guidelines in the sidebar, I'll just say that whatever you do, a stranger on Reddit will be so proud that you tried your best to make life as good as people who are not us say it is. I hope I didn't cross any lines or make any harsh assumptions, and that my words have in some way helped you. Good luck, and be well."

The exercise that didn't happen:

My second failure of the day, I didn't do my exercise. The only excuse I have is that I felt exhausted all day for no reason and my mood was low enough to get me today. That's clinical depression for you. But I'm not giving up, and I know I'll do my exercise tomorrow.

End of Day Notes: So out of my 6 daily goal tasks, I accomplish 4 of them only today. Which, if I were to force optimism, is better 3, 2, or 1 task done, or none of them done at all. I also made it 4 days without failure, so that's pretty cool I guess. Hopefully this will be the only day I don't complete all the tasks. I don’t know why I was so fatigued today when all I did was go to a 45 minute orientation for school, but whatever, it happens. I'm not giving up, I'm not really all that discouraged (I'll be okay), and I'm just gonna resume my efforts tomorrow and try not to beat myself up over this. Side Note: If you’re wondering why some things got done and others didn’t- I write my blog in the same order every day, but I don’t necessarily do my tasks in the same order every day. Actually, I’ve been doing them in different orders every day (except for starting my day with yoga), and so the things left over for me to do today were the guided meditation and exercise.