#Mordin sparks JOY

[nabesimart]

Because I needed a happy salarian scientist today.

[rawliverandcigarettes]

!!!

Look what arrived yersterday in the mail, my lovely gift made by an anonymous pitcher and the careful oversight and care from the @masseffectholidaycheer team, working tirelessly to spread joy across the fandom!

Thank you so much to everyone involved, it really lit a spark in an otherwise difficult time, and I am so grateful!!

Credits under the cut.

and now..... imma stik

Mordin with Shells and Welcome to Earth Mordin by MossDeer

Salarians by point-maitimo

Aria and Jack by missfortune-art

I got better by wordsonwords

Science!!! by Cara McGee

Normandy by JoysunDesig

Jack by joeymaggs

Aria by Vaahlkult

Christmas reaper by DrGingyWho

Keeper by dubukat

[thunderheadfred]

Took a lot of breaks, threw out a lot of socks, banished a lot of plastic hangers, re-folded or re-hung every single item worth keeping, sorted and organized the mess into neat and pretty rows, and ended up with a decent-sized pile of clothes to donate.

Still need to tackle jewelry, which is a more time-consuming and fiddly task (even though it’s all cheap plastic stuff, it still needs cleaned and sorted so I can actually like... see what I have and maybe wear it once in a while) But finally. Finally. I’ve Cleaned Out My Closet.

(yes I’m keeping that gigantic Mordin box it sparks joy 😂 )

Since we moved into our house (like, a year and a half ago…) I have been avoiding or ignoring the problem of my stuff. While I don’t hoard stuff in problematic excess like my husband once did, I do have complicated emotional blocks around dealing with, organizing, or even acknowledging stuff, as if by ignoring it I can avoid the complications of personhood and the responsibility of existing, consuming, taking up space.

I don’t know how much of my lifelong dislike for wading through stuff is plain old clinical depression, or ADHD, or possible ASD (I have an appointment to start investigating the possibility, but that’s a different thing) BUT ANYWAY my point is regardless of the cause, and despite the fact that I am very good at organizing certain types of stuff, personal stuff is confusing and overwhelming.

As long as I can remember, this has always been an avoidance issue for me, and for a long time I was just a nasty slob, citing an artistic temperament. I eventually figured out that it was gross to leave dishes and dirty laundry everywhere no matter how artsy I was, so I learned to compartmentalize and mask my mess, leaving clean counters and pretty rooms while my personal clutter and a thousand unfinished projects got brutally shoved into hidden boxes and closets and drawers, never to be seen or heard from again (don’t read into it don’t read into it)

It’s not much, a small and manageable step, but today I’ve started slowly and surely Marie Kondo-ing my half of the closet. It doesn’t feel good like kissing a puppy feels good (it feels hot and stuffy and overwhelming and boring and I hate it) but it does feel good like eating vegetables and exercising, and I know it’s what I need to do.