#Keep On

[selfhealingmoments]

[blueeyesfilledwithpassion]

Definitely WTF...

[sowhatifiliveinfukuoka]

Cabaret Voltaire

Keep On (1990)

[wiirocku]

Acts 18:9 (NIV) - One night the Lord spoke to Paul in a vision: “Do not be afraid; keep on speaking, do not be silent.

[nakamorijuan]

前田愛 - キープ・オン Ai Maeda - Keep Op DIGIMON ADVENTURE - 2nd Ending Theme

[iamamythologicalcreature]

Can I be real for a second?

I’ve gone back and forth in my head about whether or not to post about this very real side of me online or not. There’s nothing shameful about being disabled, but I don’t want to be known as my disability, either. I don’t want that to be my identity.

But I’m hoping to post some of my writing tomorrow for Six Sentence Sunday. Post something I’ve written, albeit just a small bit, online where anyone can see it. It will be the first time I’ve done so since the car accident three years ago. And the truth is, the terrible truth is, my writing is what hurts the most.

Stories have always been a part of my life. They have always been my motivation, why I slogged through everything else - my reason for existing. I wrote novels and hoped to publish, and I fell in love with the writing community and made it my home. I volunteered and organized events. I created an extremely successful and fulfilling teen writing club where I taught creative writing. I was in love with stories, and writing them. I have never not been in love with stories.

(Before I was a writer I was an artist. I’m not going to go into that part of my life in detail, but it was just as heavily affected.)

At the beginning of 2020 I was in a car accident. The driver at fault was pulling out of a bar parking lot in the middle of the day. Make of that what you will. The accident he caused left me with more than a few issues, but for this post I’m focusing on the vision impairment.

Because of COVID, I wasn’t able to seek any diagnosis or treatment until June. I didn’t even begin physical therapy until August. Due to a myriad of issues and unfortunate reasons, I couldn’t complete my treatment. That meant a year and a half of work and struggle went down the drain.

This continues to affect me in many ways. Sometimes it’s things that you might expect - I can’t read Tumblr, or books, most days. Some limitations are less obvious, like how I’m afraid to ask questions (e.g. “what kind of car did Fiona drive?”) because the resources to find the answers myself are out there. Why don’t I just google it? Or reference that amazing spreadsheet someone did? Why am I asking other people to do the work for me? Am I just lazy?

People don’t mean to judge (and I’m sure there are plenty who don’t). But my issues aren’t apparent, so they won’t know unless I take the time to explain it. Able-eyed people should be able to find these simple answers. Just look in the book.

So I don’t ask. Or I apologize a lot for asking. Because it’s just too hard to explain why I need such basic help. (And sadly, some people still don’t believe me and treat me as thought I’m making excuses.)

I lost most of my friends simply for being unable to chat online, particularly during lockdown. I kept three people in my life - the three people willing to break with their comfort zones and talk to me on the phone instead of via text or chat. Those people probably saved my life. I know everyone went through isolation issues in 2020. But I went through them unable to even use a computer or read a book.

Since I’m typing this, you can guess that I’ve recovered somewhat, or made some accommodations that help. Yes. I have. Both of those. But I still have more bad days than good. Typing too long, or playing a phone game, surfing Tumblr - anything done for too long can break my eyes and send me back into total isolation for days.

I was a really good writer. I would regularly write 10-20k every weekend, and I wrote well. I wrote great stuff. (Rough drafts are always rough drafts, but I felt good about what I wrote.) I would sink into a character and go for hours.

Here’s the part that’s relevant to me now: I can’t do that anymore. I can’t write for hours, I can’t take the time to slip into character. I’m doing really well if I can pound out a speedy 1k in 30 minutes and have it not break my eyes. (It usually breaks my eyes.)

If you’re a writer, though - or any kind of creative - you know that the need doesn’t just go away.

(I have tried to record notes on my phone, but I just cannot dictate writing fiction. Only my fingers know how to speak well, and in character. And no, I’m not going to learn braille. It would not be helpful.)

So I’m going to try to write. It’s going to suck, because the things I did to write well before are things I can’t do anymore. I will cry. And then I will wait a week or however long it takes for my eyes to chill the fuck out, and I’ll try again.

(I’ve also started treatment again, just this month. I have to start at square one again, which means it will get worse before it gets better. It will take time, and money - lots of both. Like years. But I can’t give up.)

Anyway. This is why I chose the Simon Snow fandom to try again, for the first time in forever. Because that’s the story, and those are the characters, and these are the people. I know it. So. Hi.

[anonymergremlin]

Always remind your mutuals that they are great, awesome and funny as hell.

I really love to see how everyone sets their own goals, improves and in general is just happy with how far they have come.

You do great 👏💕 !!!

[rastronomicals]

3:14 PM EDT October 20, 2024:

Bang - "Keep On" From the compilation album   Mojo Presents Heavy Nuggets III (May 27, 2014)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

Giveaway with the July 2014 issue of Mojo. "Fifteen Gems From the Hard Rock Underground."

Originally from Mother/Bow to the King, released in 1972.

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[everywherenyc]

#HappyThursday - I always send positive vibes and I know it may seem repetitive..

I'm not perfect. I'm here as a regular person, not some fancy divine being. I go through bad days and that's why I try so hard to just be a little positive part of your day.

I appreciate you following my feed and, you know what? I can totally relate to that wounded child inside you. Life can be tough sometimes, and it can leave us feeling hurt and broken. But guess what? You're not alone. I see you, I hear you, and I want to tell you that you matter. You're important, and you have so much potential within you.

I know it may feel like the pain will never go away, but trust me, it gets better. You're stronger than you think, and you have the power to rise above your struggles. Don't let those wounds define you. Instead, let them be a reminder of how resilient you are.

You deserve happiness and love, just like everyone else. So, be kind to yourself and take care of that wounded child within. Treat yourself with compassion, and remember that healing takes time. Surround yourself with people who support and uplift you, and don't be afraid to ask for help when you need it.

Life may throw challenges your way, but don't let them dim your light. You have so much potential within you, and you're capable of achieving great things. Believe in yourself, embrace your uniqueness, and never give up on your dreams.

So, my friend, hang in there. Know that you are loved and that there is a bright future ahead of you. Keep pushing forward, and remember that you're never alone in this journey.

#sendinglove #therealyou

#allgodskids #onefamily

#sharinghope #notalone

#beginanew #everywherenyc

[rogueish]

Georgia's Euphoric, with its combination of indie guitars and acid house beats, sounds like a transmission from an alternative universe madchester ("Mountain Song" is my favourite from the album, but "Keep On" is probably the best reference for my multiversal claim).

[blueeyesfilledwithpassion]

Life Lessons

[sowhatifiliveinfukuoka]

Cabaret Voltaire

Keep On (1990)

[frankie-catfish-morales]

[unabrujula]

Keep on