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river--glass · 5 years ago

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Reylo Fic Recs Long Ass Fics pt 2: Alternate Universe

Someone asked for fic recs 100K or over, so here they are. See Pt. 1 for Canon Verse or Alternate Canon Verse fics. (I haven’t read all of these- my personal comments are in bold)

Equilibrium by AttackoftheDarkCurses & thebuildingsnotonfire. (modern, E, 479K)

When Rey works up the nerve to ask Grand Master Luke Skywalker to train her, she makes friends and finds something deep and wonderful in the martial art known as Taekwondo.

She never thought the choice would change her life.

Alternatively, a (long) story of love, family, and Martial Arts.

The Heartbreak Prince by diasterisms. (Harry Potter, E, WIP)

I swore I would never read Harry Potter AU’s or Works In Progress, but for this fic I broke both rules. This is, pun not intended, so magical in every way. It has me SHOOK and if somehow you haven’t heard of it yet, do yourself a favor and check it out!

In Living Memory by SpaceWaffleHouseTM. (multiple times, E, 221K)

Ben and Rey are rendered immortal after being struck by lightning at the precise same moment, and keep running into one another as the centuries drag on. Waffle’s stories are all amaaaaazing and you need to read ALL of them.

Hit Me With Your Best Shot by SageMcMae. (modern, E, 214k)

MMA fighter, Kylo Ren is suspended from the league and sentenced to community service at his uncle’s martial arts academy. There he meets Rey Niima, a recent graduate with a natural ability and incredible potential.

Soul Searching by OptimisticBeth. (AU, Modern, E, 205K)

A Soulmates AU in which Ben is horrified to find out he’s soulmates with his 16 year old student, ten years his junior. (no underage shenanigans) This fic fucked me up. The world building is so stunning. The story is rich with love and fluff, but oh the angst. Soooo much angst and emotional anguish and two people who are trying their best but just can't communicate for shit. The overall story is so beautiful and worth every heartbreaking moment. A happy ending WILL come!

Satan Wears a Rolex by AquaWolfGirl. (Modern, E, 205K)A Devil Wears Prada AU. Unfinished, but it’s fascinating and it ends well where it is.

Hiraeth by Ferasha. (1990′s, E, 204K)

An absolute angst and pain train of a historical war fic. This is not a comfort fic. It will fuck you up. But if you’re into that, the way they’ve woven canon plot in with the Yugoslav Wars is a masterpiece. It’s dark and gritty and will make you feel things.

Le Fin Du Fin by QueenOfCarrotFlowers @leofgyth. (Victorian, E, 196K) A Crimson Peak AU!!! This writer has never let me down.

A Proposal by Any Other Name by Lucidlucy. (Modern, E, 188) A Leap Year AU.

Salt in the Blood by Hagen. (9th century, E, 169K) Featuring pre-Norman invasion Ireland, selkies, love of the sea, and mythical creatures.

The Great Big No by dietplainlite. (1990′s, E, 165K)

Kylo Ren is third generation rock royalty, a reigning brat prince starting to feel the burn of the fame he reached for with both hands. Rey is an aspiring singer on the verge of a big break, provided her A&R guy still has a job by the time she reaches LA. Their paths have crossed briefly, disappointingly, before. What happens when they collide?

The Trail Bride by SecretReyloTrash. (AU, Wild West, E, 160K)

Rey Niima finds herself in a perilous situation when her husband dies at the start of their journey West. From the few bachelors on the trail in her party; she attaches herself to the best of her options- mysterious Banker Ben Solo. A really interesting, amazing piece. Lots of introspection, and a heart wrenchingly real look into abuse and recovery. I emotionally digested for days.

The Sacred Texts by Eskayrobot & Poaxath. (Modern, E, 159K)

Doing the Unstuck by slipgoingunder. (Modern, E, 158K) A When Harry Met Sally AU.

The Mating Service by AlbaStarGazer. (Modern A/B/O, E, 146K)

If Rey had known how quickly she would find her biological mate and alpha through the world wide mating service, 'Match,' she might have considered signing up years ago.

Unravel Me by UnderTheCancerMoon. (Modern, E, 145K)

Rey and Ben push and pull their way through their 20's, experiencing the love, success, loss, and challenges that make life rich.

Fire Away by Daisyflo. (Modern, E, 141K)

The Witch in the Wood by HarpiaHarpyja @thisgarbagepicker & Inmyownidiom. (Fantasy, E, 138K)

I cannot say enough good things about this fic. It’s serving you knight Kylo and witch Rey and so so many good feelings. Sure there’s some angst and dark magic and some struggles but mostly this is a lovely Ghibli-esque story about two people living in a treehouse and talking to animals and having a really good life! Everything HarpiaHarpyja writes is magic.

Snow Without Winter by neonheartbeat. (Renaissance, E, 138K)

If you’re into serious historical fics (this once features catholicism and Rome in 1492) this is for you.

Lemon-hot Summer by IshaRen & pr3tty_g1rl5. (Modern, E, 130K).

In which Ben is the horniest virgin alive and Rey is bored and looking for something (or someone) to do.

Stranger Than Fiction by daxcat79. (Modern, E, 127K). Grumpy writer Ben and sunshine muse Rey.

Like Red But Not Quite by @kylotrashforever. (Modern, E, 126K) KTF is a god-tier reylo writer and you need to do yourself a favor and go read everything they have ever written.

Dark Water by LinearA. (1950′s, E, 125K)

The North Shore by @strawberrycupcakehuckleberrypie. (Modern, E, 125K)

Notting Hill vibes. Actor Ben meets shop owner Rey, and both their lives are changed instantly. It’s mostly about them both being smitten and starting a really good life together!! Lovely!

Stars In My Pockets (Wear Daisies In My Hair) by LostInQueue. (Modern, E, 125K). A Reylogan fic.

we could plant a house, we could build a tree by like_a_dove. (Modern, E, 124K).

An absolute classic. It’s about growing pains and growing feelings - the transition from childhood into adulthood and all the messy bits in between. God, it will hurt you. Badly. But it’ll be so, so worth it.

go i know not whither and fetch i know not what by voicedimplosives. (1990′s, E, 118K)

Russian Mafia AU!! A truly beautiful piece of work. Great plot,great smut, great Bendemption arc. It’s an emotional rollercoaster that’s fully worth the ride.

Souviens-toi de moi by Maniable. (Modern/historical, E, 117K)

Disconnect by Weatherbug02. (Modern, E, 115K)

Candyleg by 5cents. (1950′s, E, 115K)

The girl was too young, but old enough to have a hustler’s-eye view of her own bleak future. The boys were paying her to do a snow job on a candyleg, but she was beginning to love her work and love Solo, and she decided to stick with him till death did them part...

Baby, It’s Just Biology by polkadotdotdot. (Modern A/B/O, E, 112K)

Only If You Want To by Violetwilson. (Modern, M, 111K)

Personal security expert (and occasional under-the-table hitman) Kylo Ren has a strong feeling about the cute dive bar waitress with the strange bruises and the vicious wit. She's either a victim or the weirdest criminal he's ever met. Possibly both.

Ileenium Manor by WaterlilyRose. (AU, victorian, E, 109K)

Leia’s maid Rey instantly hates Lord Ben when he comes to take over the household. She can’t hate him for too long as he starts to pursue her. If you’re in the mood for a sweet but angsty Lord/Maid fic, this is for you.

Kohelet 3:16 (Call Me A Cab) by LinearA. (Modern, E, 108K)

Ruby Woo Red by HeartSabers. (Modern, E, 107K) Featuring makeup artist Rey and TV star Kylo.

Sixth Year by witheyesclosed. (Harry Potter, M, 107K)

The one where Ravenclaw Rey gets paired with Slytherin Ben in Potions and ohmygod he’s hot now

Lockjaw by bitterbones. (zombie apocalypse, M, 106K)

A Song of Trash and Fire: Ben and Rey Make a Porno by HarpiaHarpyja & sunshineflying. (Modern, E, 106K)

With the help of rich Unca Wanwo, flagrant misuse of Ben's creative writing degree, and copious amounts of coffee, Ben and Rey put together the porno of the century, starring themselves and their friends . . . with interesting results.

The Hypnotist by Pandora_Spocks. (Modern, E, 104K)

From a galaxy far, far away, soulmates Ben and Rey have been reincarnated on Earth to resolve their karma. Dr. Ben Solo is a charismatic hypnotist to whom present day Reychelle Lumen has been referred to for help with her nightmares.

Score by SpaceWaffleHouseTM. (Modern, E, 104K)

Ben's friends convince him to take the Rice Purity Test, but when he and Rey are revealed to have the highest scores of their friends, they quickly form a pact to beat Poe's out by the end of the semester. I loved this! Its so so sweet and funny and all from Ben’s POV. Sweet, sweet pining Ben.

The World Shifts (And I Am Better Here) by lachesisgrimm. (Fantasy, E, 102K)

Once upon a time there was a beggar girl whose parents sold her to a thief, and she was very unhappy.--In which prophecy is used with malicious intent, and the universe exerts itself to correct the problem.

for @scarletvizhlovers

#reylo fic recs #reylo fic rec #reylo fanfiction #rey/ben solo fanfics #reylo

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waterrunstogether · 4 years ago

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Rites of Passage in the Fifth World

I’ve been thinking lately about the absence of real rites of passage in modern “western culture”. A rite of passage is a sort of ritualized event (that may or may not be endorsed/organized by a community) in which a person is believed to exit from one stage of life and enter the next, usually from childhood to adulthood. Other than the humiliation of high school proms/frat hazing, or getting your driver’s license, or turning 21 and getting shitfaced, my culture in the United States has little to offer in the way of true rites of passage.

The result is a population of confused, somewhat disillusioned children driving around and going to work or university and pretending to be adults while hopelessly stuck in the liminal space between youth and adulthood.

~ 20 year old me pretending to know what’s going on ~

I have thought about quinceañeras and baptisms, religious rites of passage commonly practiced still, but considering the traumatic experience that my parents’ organized religion was for me, I don’t believe now that my baptism was a helpful event facilitating my transition into maturity. I think it was a blindingly painful event whose toxicity I needed to overcome in what I now believe was the true rite of passage.

I first dropped acid when I was traveling in Bulgaria. My partner was in her hometown across the country and I was visiting Plovdiv with a friend. We had just finished traveling the world, or at least Eurasia, meeting new faces and trying new things and taking wild risks in Thailand and Turkey and India and Malaysia, to name a few. I had also just escaped the cult I was born and raised in which had hammered into me from birth that my sexual and romantic orientation was an abomination, as a woman I was to obey men, God loved me and wanted me to fear him (that is to say, love = fear), the leaders of the church were to be obeyed and respected all the time (even if they were obviously wrong) and so on and so forth. It was an insane transition between being trapped in these religious handcuffs and learning that I could break free all along. In fact, I carried so much self hatred and internalized homophobia with me into my supposed new life that I didn’t know what to do with myself. Despite being outwardly happier than I had ever been before with a wonderful partner and community who truly loved and supported me for who I was, inwardly I was constantly on the verge of a mental breakdown due to all of the conflicting thoughts and beliefs I was carrying and creating within myself.

The experience of that first trip was an interesting one. Every step of the way my body seemed to pull me towards the letting go of all of the toxicity that was so thick and had built up like plaque in the arteries of my energetic being--yet, I remained me throughout the trip, at the end feeling somewhat empowered but not yet finished with the transformation.

A few months later I took psilocybin, AKA magic mushrooms, with my little brother on a rainy Summer day in D.C. The whole come up of the trip was talking to trees and observing the movements of leaves, running my fingers over the moss growing on the exposed, knotty roots of tree in front of our house. But at the end of the trip, something changed. Once again my body requested, begged me, to let go of the still-prevalent toxicity inside of me. My health was in rough shape, mentally and physically, and my body knew the culprit. But once more I felt I couldn’t let go just yet, it would be too much for me, I wasn’t ready. So I spent the entire come down and then some, maybe four hours, weeping uncontrollably on the basement floor.

The second time I dropped acid was yesterday, with my partner, here in Berlin. It changed everything.

During the come up I was taken aback by how strong the effect it had on me was. My partner, bless her heart, had taken a larger dose than me, yet felt no effect the entire time. Her tolerance has always been naturally higher than mine for every kind of intoxicating substance, and LSD was no exception.

As time went on I came to realize that her high tolerance was incredibly fortunate for me and my trip. The initial come up was amusing, as flashes of white light began to fill up my eyes, closed and open; but very quickly I began to get paranoid, strange little thoughts about being set up and targeted running through my mind as my sense of self slowly began to dissipate, just nonsense that the ego conjures up to protect itself. But my partner’s calming reassurances that she loved me and that I was safe effectively calmed me down.

Once I began to enjoy the ride up, holding a half of a pomegranate and appreciating its beauty, touching a slice of orange and loving how soft it felt in my hands, admiring the fractals of color creating all kinds of geometric shapes on the walls and snow outside the window, I became comfortable with my loss of identity. At some point I realized that I didn’t even know my name, and I didn’t care, because it was irrelevant. All that was relevant was experience.

Imagine experiencing and interacting with the world around you without the barrier of the thing that we are so used to that it’s difficult to think of it as a barrier at all: your concept of self. Ideas about names and races and gender and desire and anger and malice and hatred just made absolutely no sense whatsoever. In this state, all that made sense was goodness and beauty and love. All that I understood was harmony and mutually beneficial behavior. My preconceived notions about who I was and what that meant were being shattered and shredded before my very eyes, exposed for what they were: nonsense.

Once I plateaued and began to slowly come down after about four or five hours I was able to contemplate what these things meant, what they would mean for me going forward. I went into the bathroom around hour 7 and decided that it was time to look into the mirror.

Many people will tell you not to look into the mirror during an acid trip, that it’ll give you the dreaded “bad trip” and you’ll have a shit time. I completely disagree. If you are like me and need to come to terms with yourself through the wonderful, horrific, beautiful, terrifying experience that is an “ego death”, I’m afraid that you’ll have no choice but to look into the mirror at some point.

So, I stared myself down in the mirror and admitted what I couldn’t admit for so long, due to being taught that I was essentially evil since the day I was born. I’d called myself a sinner, wicked, worthless, ugly, an abomination and just about every other mean word in the evangelical dictionary. But as I stood there looking at my body in the mirror, egoless and impartial, I said, “You have done and thought some cruel things to yourself for some time now. But you know what? You are a kind person. You are a wonderful person. You treat people with respect and love, you treat everyone you’ve ever met with so much empathy, so much caring. You love the truth, you love to be generous, you love to be a good friend. You must begin to treat yourself the same way. I know you’ve had so much hatred in your heart contaminating your energy for so long, but that is enough. That is enough. No more. I am a kind person. I am a kind person. I love you. Remember that night so long ago? Beneath the stars, where they submerged you in the baptismal water and tried to destroy you, saying these sacred waters would wash all your sins away, along with your fragile, meaningless identity? Well, they simply added more to your ego, a darker side. You built up so much negativity for so long. Well, look at you now. Your identity, all of the ideas and concepts that you’ve built up around who you really are to protect you from the hurt of Life, it’s all gone. Now you’re going to baptize yourself again. You’ll be truly reborn, this time dedicated not to destroying yourself for the sake of a religion, but dedicated to renewing and becoming and becoming and becoming.” As I looking into the mirror my silhouette became filled in with the velvet black of the night sky, full of bright stars.

I turned on the water and was baptized once again, by my own hands.

When I returned to the room I felt happier than I had ever felt in my life, light as air, free. I told several people about how much I love them and described my love for them in detail, not as this thing that’s an extension of my own ego, but my love for them was a little bit of energy that I had the honor of holding in me, in this body, and sharing between us for a time, for the wonderful events that we call our lives. I could actually see love. I understood that I was not all of the concepts I’ve built around myself, but an expression of energy in this space and time, connected to every other expression of energy in all of history, from the beginning and until the end. My matter, my body, was simply a vehicle for the energy, and would be recycled into new vehicles after I die. My energy would be transferred into new vehicles as well. That’s what we perceive as death: just a simple transfer of energy and recycling of matter. My ego would not live on, thankfully. My consciousness as conflated with ego would cease to exist with me. But the underlying animating force behind all things in the universe, the true source of consciousness, would never be destroyed or created, simply recycled again and again and again and again. Becoming and becoming and becoming and becoming.

The hilarious and bizarre world of reality is hilarious and bizarre. It’s so beautiful and mystical and wonderful and honestly, nothing I write here could ever explain how I experienced being alive in that sixteen hour trip. Words don’t convey it, words can’t convey it. Reality is visceral, experiential, impartial and impossible to quantify in something as crude as human language.

All I know is that, today, I am a fundamentally changed person. I’d feared ego death for so long, feared that it would be too much, too painful. And it was so, so painful--but it was so worth it. I am happy and proud to exist, grateful for everything I have accomplished and can accomplish in this miraculous, tiny little vessel during this ephemeral event that is my life. I can’t wait to wake up tomorrow if tomorrow exists, and unleash all of my love on everyone who’ll have it. Love is the energy that unites us with our own bodies and the entire world around us. How lucky and strange it is to be anything at all.

May you have a peaceful day. The universe smiles upon you.

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divagonzo · 6 years ago

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Many times I’ve seen comments about how the Harry Potter cast avoided the “child star curse” and I want your opinion on that because I don’t think those kids were being treated well and I always find it shocking how everyone thinks their childhoods in the spotlight were something magically wonderful. Also, I hate how people talk about child-stars gone wrong because the aim is always to mock or attack the kid instead of realizing their behavior is a consequence of trauma and abuse.

Mornin’ Nonnie. Wow. That’s a bucketful of questions this morning.

Lemme get a huge cuppa so I can put some coherent thought into this set of questions.

RE: The Child Star Curse…. you’ve hit on the enormous Pandora’s Box here with this topic. No lie there.

Triggering mentions are in the tags for those who blacklist and don’t want to read on such things on a Sunday morning.

I’m putting all of this under the cut since this got really, really long really fast.

How did the kids avoid it where so many got lost and lost their way growing into adulthood? If you notice (I will speak of Eyebrows separately because her situation is pretty different by comparison)…. most of the main kids had a terrific support net of family at home - who could be wise to keep their kids grounded (as in feet on the ground and not under discipline/punishment). Sure they all had some mis-steps - but then I’ve never known a teenager who hasn’t made a mistake or 10 while transitioning to adulthood.

Dan? Dan had a serious drinking problem ‘til he decided to sober up (and I really commend him for taking that enormous step. It’s hard as hell to choose at such a young age that you have an addictive personality and that you can’t moderate the drinking and it’s smarter/safer to do without. (And it’s much easier to walk away at the younger age than in your late 20′s 30s 40s more when more damage has been done.)

Rupert? If anyone had been the most grounded, I’d say it’s him. His parents are top bants there, with his siblings and friends keeping him from being too much of a git. (And also being so b* smart in investing his funds early into a property owner to have his wealth but also paying his taxes, too.)

Emma? I think her situation was more fishbowl than the others because of the growing objectification of her and also how rude, lude, and crass men were treating her (including the paparazzi). I also think that she took advantage of such for her benefit to try and tame it down, and while it was mostly on point, there were moments where it was painfully obvious that she was there primarily for the male gaze. O_O She did take advantage of her privilege, with the additional benefits, but considering how much she’s been under the spotlight and constant attention of media and more, she’s done pretty well. (I won’t get into the issue of tax avoidance from the Panama Papers since I disagree with the mindset that the uber-wealthy should pay out 90% to benefit everyone else when they are already shouldering much of the social support net for those who need the assistance)

As for Tom and Bonnie and Evanna and the others? I think they have done pretty darn well for avoiding the child star curse.

But I also think the biggest part of it has been that they weren’t necessarily in the California/Hollywood scene, where it’s pretty much a free-for-all with access to anything and everything you’d want to delve into - along with the really ugly dark side of the business. (Yes, I’m tip-toeing around that issue since it’s pretty nasty.)

But how they were treated? I’m sure that the trappings of their situation made it more difficult, with constant media scrutiny and having so many people involved to have them appearing…. more appealing. While I’m sure for every one person there would be 100 who would give their toes and fingers to have that opportunity, it’s truly a Gilded Cage, of all of the pretty trappings and benefits - but with the enormous loss of privacy and anonymity.

Secondly, and more importantly, you also broach a huge issue, one that is constantly overlooked and also attracted the issue of victim-blaming. The ones who have gone off the rails, the kids who got lost along the way, were put under such scrutiny and given so much opportunity with little to no parental discipline to prevent problems, that, once again, media blame falls on the kids rather than the responsibility of the adults who should be there to support, encourage, and if need be, protect the kids.

I’m gonna say it right here in plain words: Being a teenager is Bloody Fucking hard. It’s triple hard if you are in such a position of making money hand over fist and people become blinded by the greed, attention, and privilege from what they have in those moments. How many horror stories do you hear of where a young actor or actress gets into drugs/alcohol/pills and then crashes and burns spectacularly? For every one success story, there are dozens that crash and burn.

Is it a self-medicating of ones who aren’t necessarily neurotypical? Or is it the craving of the validation that comes from the attention and when not receiving it, needs the self-medication? Coping with trauma behind the scenes? Trauma before getting into acting and using the benefits to dull the pain?

I’ll bring up 3 in particular, just to make the point here.

One is Cory Haim. He was a young actor back in the 80s, in quite a few films, and was one of the teenage hearthrob pin-up boys. While he may have never been an A-lister as an adult (and reading up on his film credits, was probably B lister) he was an A-lister as a teenager. But there are plenty of speculation, especially by his friend Corey Feldman, of abuse when he was a teenager. (I won’t get into it because that’s rumor, speculation, and more) When he quit being cute his roles dried up to C-list roles, in straight to video shows, tv shows and voice-over work in video games.

From one of his interviews:

I was working on The Lost Boys (1987) when I smoked my first joint. But a year before that, I was starting to drink beer on the set of the film Lucas (1986). I lived in Los Angeles in the ‘80s, which was not the best place to be. I did cocaine for about a year and a half, then it led to crack. I started on the downers which were a hell of a lot better than the uppers because I was a nervous wreck. But one led to two, two led to four, four led to eight, until at the end it was about 85 a day - the doctors could not believe I was taking that much. And that was just the valium - I’m not talking about the other pills I went through.

Did he get into drugs to dull the pain of trauma? Did he get into it out of boredom? We’ll never really know since he died back in 2010, penniless. His star burned out fast after he quit being cute/adorable/a money-maker. Was trauma involved? I sure think so (along with former child actor River Phoenix, who was also mentioned in the dark side of Hollywood, too.)

#2 is Justin Bieber. (Yes, I know. Bear with me.)

He got his break early on doing YT videos and got signed on - and took off like a rocket. But he (now that he’s older and hopefully a little wiser) now admits that he isn’t neurotypical and is pretty darn honest about his mental health struggles. (And yes, this also includes the few years before he was participating in bad boy behaviors, mistreating his girlfriends, etc.) Now? He found some stability in his life, able to admit he has problems and is getting help (and does have some support from his family including his new wife and her family.) (Let me also broach this here in plain language: Being Christian and having Grace doesn’t mean that you have zero problems from there on out. Far from it. It means that forgiveness is there with contrition. It means having a framework to work on being better.)

Will he still make mistakes? Oh sure. Being human means making mistakes. Wisdom is learning from them.

Lastly? Miley Cyrus. (Yes, I know. I’m mentioning those who are fun to laugh at. But these three are prime examples - but also with examples of coming through it all - or not.)

She’s been under the spotlight for decades, now. She’s in a show-business family. Godmother is Dolly “I love everyone and then some” Parton. And she’s one of the Disney Kids, including some spectacular failures on her part (and I’m lumping in her on/off again with her now-husband Liam.)

Did she lose her way for a while? I sure think so. But then the media spotlight x 100 made it harder, with every mistake under intense scrutiny. (This includes some questionable choices in a presentation of herself to the world. O_O)

Was she abused as one of the Disney Kids? Frankly? I think so. Disney isn’t all bright colors and silly shows and enormous paychecks. Rumours run amuck of behind the scenes abuse and mistreatment. Even having a famous father probably didn’t shield her completely from being mishandled by adults in her sphere of acknowledgment.

It’s the utter dark side of the business - that is an open opportunity for adults to take advantage of kids when they aren’t intensely protected and shielded from predator adults - straight and gay. There’s so many quiet mentions of adults abusing girls and boys in their charge - to disasterous results mostly.

But from 2 of the three here? They are examples of hope, where you can make mistakes, get lost along the way, feel the intense grip of imposter syndrome, of mediocre achievements and still succeed - and survive mistakes. They are a hope that whatever has happened, trauma and abuse wise, that you can survive it and, with serious professional help, get through it.

As I am prone to do, especially with those I mentor, is that I won’t tell you what to think - just that you do think. But if a mistake is made (or even a really p*ss poor choice made) I’ll help you survive it.

2 of the three had their family and support net available to help them survive the choices made, leading to wisdom on what not to do - how to cope/endure/survive what has happened.

These kids were probably victims of abuse and trauma, before and during their early acting careers. But 2 of the three are examples of not living a lifetime of being a victim - but a bad-fucking-ass survivor.

To those who have survived abuse and trauma as a child?

I’m gonna tell y’all who might be reading this, including my Kiddos:

It’s not your fault you were abused. Never. Full-stop.

It’s the responsibility of the ones who hurt you. They are to blame. And G_d as my witness I better never run into them. I have zero qualms burning a bitch for hurting a child.

#TW:#Anonymous #Dragon asks #Dragon listens #Dragon speaks #Dragon talks XXX #Dragon talks Child stars and abuse #tw: csa #tw: abuse #tw: grooming #tw: drug use mentioned #tw: childhood trauma

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mariska · 7 years ago

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im so restless again. my brain is always buzzing now even more than it ever was before because im so conflicted about everything all the time and confused and tired of trying to get recognition from medical professionals about my neurological issues. in my last therapy session my therapist and i talked about why i feel so strong about needing a professional diagnosis for being autistic, and i still am not quite able to come up with one set specific reason as to why, its a bunch of different things. i’ve had these neurological issues my whole life as far back as my memory goes. i’ve had severe sensory processing disorder since i started learning how to use my senses. i was more outgoing as a kid than i am now but even when i was little i couldn’t fully enjoy socializing with my peers and engaging in childhood activities because of my social blocks and sensory processing disorder getting in the way of how i interacted with people. i’ve always felt like i socialize by memorizing what other people do and how they act as opposed to coming up with natural responses to things by myself. i dont understand how socialization works on a base level. i can read people very well but i don’t know what they want or expect me to do or respond. i am hyper empathetic to the point where i take on other people’s troubles and stay up all night crying and panicking but i don’t understand how to respond to it. i understand where people are coming from with their emotions but i don’t know how to help them and i don’t know how i’m supposed to talk to people who are in distress because i don’t know how to talk to people regularly. i only come up with natural responses to conversations when it has to do with one of my special interests/hyperfixations/whatever you’d like to call it. my moms and i have tried so hard to get the rest of the world to see the side of myself that isn’t obvious because i ‘present’ a certain way in the company of other people. i think the only other person who really believes im on the autism spectrum besides my moms and i is my therapist who is, luckily, one of the most positive people in my life and i’m so so so glad i have her to talk to because if i didnt have some kind of professional input about all of this i feel like i’d fall apart completely. she’s known me for 6 years and shes seen so many different sides of me, she knows the side of me that doesnt make eye contact with people, she knows the side that shuts down when im socializing because i don’t understand how it works, she knows the side that refuses to let me properly adapt into adulthood because i can’t function well enough with my sensory issues to make myself food or brush my teeth sometimes or do anything besides sit in my chair in the living room and play video games. i dont know why other medical professions won’t at least listen to her. i dont understand it at all. one of the things i said to her in my last session is that its so frustrating, the feeling of knowing your mind better than anyone else in the world does, and finally finding that one term that just clicks with you and makes so much sense and explains so many things that you do and the way that you act, but you can’t get help for it in the world and in society because someone else sees me being empathetic and forcing eye contact and says ‘no, you aren’t that’. and she completely understood, and it made me so emotional because i just wish more people would understand like she does. i wish the rest of the world could understand me as i truly am. i wish i fit into a more ‘stereotypical’ mold so i could get the help i need to transition into adulthood more smoothly than im attempting to now. i wish there was more acknowledgement for people on the autism spectrum who fit somewhere other than the few stereotypes that are accepted as the standard. i don’t know if i’ll ever get the professional validation that i need so badly right now and every time i think about that it feels like a dagger to my chest. i wish i had always known about how autism traits and symptoms can manifest in people. i wish i had always been trying to get this acknowledgement like i am now. i don’t know if it would have changed anything, probably not, but i feel like it’s my fault that this is all happening to me. i really feel like a failure. i can’t even eat anything other than mac and cheese and pizza and noodles and snack food because of how bad my sensory issues are. im 20, how is anyone going to take me semi-seriously as an adult when i’m like this? i dont know what an official diagnosis of being autistic would change for me, if it would even change anything, but i just wish i could feel comfortable calling myself autistic. i wish i could feel comfortable and secure in my own skin. i don’t know what to do about it anymore. i feel like i’ve fought so hard to be recognized for nothing. i cant imagine having to live like this for 50 more years. i don’t know if anything im writing now even makes sense

#huge big vent post about mental stuff. having a really rough time right now #please dont feel obligated to read or respond i'm just venting in the only place i can right now #long post /#negative /

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makingthedayscountworld · 5 years ago

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It has been a strange week, rather it’s been a challenging year or so.

A week ago, I was in Mississippi helping my elderly stepmother transition from her home to an assisted living facility. I spent almost half of February in Mississippi. My last two posts were from or about my trips to encourage and assist my stepmother.

Friday evenings view from my stepmother’s apartment – Venus peeking through branches

a pansy in the basket on my stpemother’s porch…brightens both of our days

Even further back, one year ago I was mourning my mother who passed away after a brief illness on March 2, 2019. I wrote about it last year in my post, Where do I start?

However, my church or rather my faith has inspired this morning’s post. My mother was a woman of faith – she had to be. Raising three boys single-handedly – all born within three years of each other and getting all three of to adulthood could be considered a miracle. But she had help, her faith. For the past several years, my church has asked parishioners to write a Lenten reflection to be shared daily. This past Tuesday morning, this year’s post landed in my In box and I re-read my Lenten reflection. It is my second piece of published writing. My first piece was published in 2017 – you can read (or re-read) it here.

I wrote the reflection while sitting in my stepmother’s hospital room glancing out the window at the vase of yellow daffodils. It seems as if the theme of yellow has been in my life subtly for several years. Below is my Lenten Refection.

God will provide

Last spring when our mom passed away, my brothers and I gathered to plan our mom’s memorial service. The church provided a funeral service planning document with the order of the service with suggested Bible passages and hymns. We had so many questions, what would mom want? What were her favorite hymns and Bible passages? What was mom’s favorite color? What kind of flowers would she want? And so on. We had no idea. It was overwhelming.

What I learned was that the funeral service in the Episcopal church is a Lenten service. My mom was a woman of faith – that comes from being a single mom and raising three boys, all born within 18 months of each other, and all four of us surviving adolescence. Once a year for 36 days our ages are sequential – this past year it was 57-56-55, until I ruined it on my 58th birthday.

My mom was resourceful. She had to be. Being a single mom wasn’t easy and there were times when we didn’t have things we wanted, but we always had what we needed.

One of the Bible passages we selected was Matthew 14: 13-21, the story of Jesus feeding the five thousand. As a child the Bible story of Jesus feeding 5000 people with five loaves and five fish was shared with me in my Sunday school class. I had visions of loaves of bread and fish everywhere – it was overwhelming.

13 When Jesus heard what had happened, he withdrew by boat privately to a solitary place. Hearing of this, the crowds followed him on foot from the towns. 14 When Jesus landed and saw a large crowd, he had compassion on them and healed their sick.

15 As evening approached, the disciples came to him and said, “This is a remote place, and it’s already getting late. Send the crowds away, so they can go to the villages and buy themselves some food.”

16 Jesus replied, “They do not need to go away. You give them something to eat.”

17 “We have here only five loaves of bread and two fish,” they answered.

18 “Bring them here to me,” he said. 19 And he directed the people to sit down on the grass. Taking the five loaves and the two fish and looking up to heaven, he gave thanks and broke the loaves. Then he gave them to the disciples, and the disciples gave them to the people. 20 They all ate and were satisfied, and the disciples picked up twelve basketfuls of broken pieces that were left over. 21 The number of those who ate was about five thousand men, besides women and children. Matthew 14:13-21 New International Version (NIV)

Our mom’s ability to stretch her resources was legendary among the three of us (and our wives). She was always finding new ways to entertain her grandchildren at little or no cost.

One of her favorite ways was to pack us into her car and drive the forty or so miles from my childhood home in Sugar Land to Galveston and take the Bolivar Ferry from Galveston Island to Bolivar Point, and back. It’s a free ferry operated by the Texas Department of Transportation and it operates 24 hours a day.

It wasn’t the ferry ride that was the treat, it was feeding the seagulls with bread from the fantail of the ferry as we crossed from one side to the next and then back again. Both of my children have fond memories of feeding the seagulls on a ferry boat with their grandmother and every single one of her grandchildren do, too. Mom would bring only a few loaves of bread with her, but to the grandchildren it seemed like the bread would never end, nor would the seagulls. She was resourceful and she made the most of everything.

When I look back at mom’s life and what I learned from her, I know she made the best of what she had and tried to teach my brothers and I to do the same. I recently began to make an effort to regularly volunteer my time to the community and the organization I chose was Loaves and Fishes in Naperville. It wasn’t until I decided to write a message for the Gary Lenten devotional that I made the connection that I was honoring the memory of my mom by writing and serving.

I am blessed in more ways than I can share and more than I truly realize. Our community is blessed with abundance but there are many people whom are in need. Our church reaches many through it’s outreach programs and we do our best as a congregation to help those in our community who are in need. We are all doing God’s work feeding the many and showing that God will provide through our faith in Him.

In what ways are you giving back this Lenten season?

After I finished reading the Lenten Journal, I opened the daily devotional from Our Daily Bread and to my surprise I discovered the same story but from another chapter in the Bible – Luke 9: 11-17. I felt the presence of my mother. I felt lifted in time when I needed encouragement the most. You can read the reflection here at Our Daily Bread: Broken to be Shared.

Yesterday morning, I volunteered at Loaves and Fishes. It was busy day as people who are in need and hungry are just as worried of us who have plenty are about what the future holds. I’ve only volunteered a few days this year, but yesterday was the busiest day I had experienced as a volunteer.

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Remembering and Honoring my mom – 1938-2019 #service #compassion # community #abundance @loavesfishes1984

A post shared by Clay Watkins (@makingthedayscount) on Mar 14, 2020 at 8:24am PDT

I know we are all worried. Friday afternoon my school district announced that we would be closing our schools and shifting to e-learning until March 27th. We have spring break the following week, 3/30 to 4/3, and we will be back at school on Monday, April 6. But there is a lot of uncertainty.

My students were excited about the news until the principal announced at 2:55 that students are expected to log on to their Chromebooks each school morning at 8AM to see the assignments their teachers had posted for them.

I am not sure what the future holds, but I do know there is abundance and God will provide. Like my mother I am a person faith and right now it is what I need most. Hope. I am off to worship service this morning to be encouraged. Today is going to be a wonderful day. I have faith that it will be. So, I had better jump up, jump in, and seize the day. Making the Days Count, one day at a time, one small step after another making progress and forward.

Where will your steps take you today?

Abundance It has been a strange week, rather it’s been a challenging year or so. A week ago, I was in Mississippi helping my elderly stepmother transition from her home to an assisted living facility.

#education #Family #great days #hard work #making the days count #teaching #writing

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apsbicepstraining · 7 years ago

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24 Things You Shouldn’t Appear Guilty For Revelling In At 24

At 24, you’re expected to have a lot figured out. Your profession, your personal relationships and your investments are suddenly all up to you to manage- and it’s a balancing act for the best of us. The truth of the matter is, we all need to indulge a few frailties in order to stay sane at twenty-four. Here got a few we need to stop hit ourselves up over.

1. Drinking wine alone.

There may not be many benefits to adulthood but this is indubitably one of them.

Youve stirred it through the years of imitation I.D.s, binge-drinking, nasty next-day hangovers and maybe even a interval or two of moderation.

Now that youve learned to( largely) administer your liquor, youre clear to enjoy it responsibly that is, alone on your couch on a Thursday evening, like young adults. Because you worked hard the coming week. And you deserve it.

2. Dating someone you dont want to marry.

By twenty-four, your Facebook photo stream is nothing but a gallery of ring finger with stones nuzzled onto them. And while the pressure to find your soulmate is seeming realer than ever, the very important to remember that you dont have to find them tomorrow.

You still have time to date around. You still have is high time to get your mettle crack. You still have time to go on bad Tinder dates, requiem over ridiculous hookups and prosecute the guy or daughter who are not able be the one, but who clears you fairly glad right now.

The more heavines you put on noticing the one, the more your sexual love will balk under the pressure. So take the possibility of being chill out, move slowly and give whatever happens, happen. You have plenty of age left to find your future partner at twenty-four years.

3. Announcing to your mummy.

Just because youre a full-blown adult who may even have things like a errand and their own suite you havent stopped being someones son or daughter. And you havent stopped necessary support from the people who know you best.

Its okay to have dates where the world feels like too much. Its okay to not have it together one hundred percent of the time. And its okay to still lean on kinfolk or sidekicks who maintain you afloat. They love you and they want to be there for you the same direction youd be there for them in an instant if they needed it.

So you binged on twenty-five dollar candles. So your living room looks just like a pinterest board but your purse took a trouncing to corroborate it. And as frivolous as those buys may seem in retrospect, its okay to establish them now and then.

Because the thing about being twenty-four is that youre transitioning between life phases. And you sometimes need to indulge in a few transitional objectives to induce yourself detect more like the adult that you are becoming.

5. Leading out and getting 21 st-birthday-style drunk.

You dont have to be completely done having fun at twenty-four.

You may not hit up the dance storey as regularly as you used to, but theres no reproach in used to go every now and then and living it up the direction you used to when you were twenty-one and twenty-two.

You have real world responsibilities now, and with that comes real-world stress. The nature you need to blow off, in whatever method works for you.

6. Missing the hell out of your ex.

Navigating life gets lonely thats an irrefutable fact , no matter how surrounded by loved ones “you think youre”. Its tough to take on brand-new phases of your life all alone, and its natural to miss the ones who formerly took them on alongside us.

Its not weak or pathetic or worrisome to spot yourself missing your ex at twenty-four. Its only human to miss who weve cherished. And you have all the time on earth to move on.

7. Wreaking a position just to get money.

Its okay to not be working your fantasy undertaking at twenty-four.

If youre attracting in enough coin to money your own hire, make minimum payments on your student loans and keep your energy from shutting off, youre doing a whole lot better than most.

Be patient with your daydreams and ideals. You have a long occupation ahead of you to pursue them, and your pragmatism will be represented you in the long run.

8. Expending your money on traveling.

If youre enthusiastic and free enough to travel at twenty-four, future developments self will thank you terribly for having done so. The knowledge you compile will intend more to you than the dreaming mansion or automobile you could have acquired one year sooner had you stayed home and hoarded your paychecks.

Plus, “youve never” know which commitments are suddenly going to pop up and keep you settled in one target. This may be the last chance you have to travel freely, for many years to come.

9. Staying home while everybody else is traveling.

Just as traveling is worthwhile and admirable if its what you truly crave from their own lives, the same could be said of abiding residence.

While your Facebook feed is spate with photographs of your ex-pat friends in Asia, take pride in your own decisiveness and future directions if youd instead be at home advancing professionally. Youre old sufficient to reach your own selects at twenty-four and you dont have to hop on whichever bandwagon examines the most glamorous.

10. Experimenting with your identity.

Theres still so much is high time to figure out who you are at twenty-four. You arent chained to the identity you structured in college or high school or childhood, and you shouldnt be ashamed to keep inquiring yourself.

Dye your fuzz a strange colouring. Get a tattoo. Take up a brand-new sport or brand-new pastime. Its never too late to start something new. You could be a whole new person by the time you stumble twenty-six or seven.

You cant burn the candle at both ends and expect to somehow remain sane. Youre old-fashioned enough and secure enough to know when you need a nighttime in. And the last situation you should ever feel is guilty for cashing in on your right to have one.

For some, a frightful promotion and compensate heighten is an accomplishment. For others, simply getting out of bed and taking a shower every morning is a accomplishment.

Whatever it is that youre proud of yourself for going done, own that pride. You are your own best friend and counselor at twenty-four. And if you cant celebrate your accomplishments, who else is going to?

13. Equating yourself to others your age.

Comparisons can be undesirable and detrimental at worst but they can also be perfectly normal.

If youre rarely weighing yourself up to the people around you and determining yourself coming up short, congratulations you are a human being. Youre going to feel inadequate sometimes. Youre going to feel like everybody else is onward. And the only thing worse than drawing likeness between yourself and others is overpowering yourself up for doing so.

Comparisons are a natural part of life. And as long as you can accept that and take them with a grain of salt, youre perhaps going to be just fine.

14. Allowing your friendships to change.

Its normal to find an enormous amount of push to conserve old friendships at twenty-four. Youre in a new chapter of life, but you dont want to leave the people from your last phase behind.

But that doesnt mean you have to break your back to keep something together. Ensure your friends a little less doesnt mean youve stopped desiring them. It just means youre ready to cherish them differently in a way that works better for both of you.

15. Asking for help at work.

Its ordinary to feel as though you should unexpectedly know as soon as somebody mitts you a big-boy or big-girl undertaking. But thats an unrealistic expectancy.

Refusing to ask for help merely means that youre limiting yourself and your potential. Its okay to indulge in the skills required of others at twenty-four years old. Possibilities are, all of your supervisors formerly did the exact same.

16. Dismissing everyone elses advice for you.

Just as its useful to know when you need assistant at twenty-four, its also useful to know when the advice youre being given isnt helpful. Just because youre at the bottom of the barrel professionally or personally doesnt means you dont inherently know whats excellent for you. And you owe it to yourself to follow that insight above all else.

17. Trying the newest fad diet.

Dont worry about being that guy or girlfriend. Youre learning what works for your organization and thats going to make some trial and error along the way.

So you hop on board the kale fad or try out a brand-new juice purify. Just because its overdone in the media doesnt mean its not going to work for you. In reality, youd has become a buffoon to opt out of trying something you want to try exclusively because it is favourite.

18. Skipping the gym now and then.

Fitness and health are important but its no secret that you have a lot of rivalling priorities at twenty-four.

Sometimes youre forced to sacrifice a bit of self-care to get ahead professionally and personally. And thats okay. As long as youre able to keep yourself on a health regime that works for you long-term, the odd bounced workout wont kill you. So cut yourself some slack when you need it. Youre not doing yourself any advantages by over-exerting yourself.

19. Saying No to professional or personal commitments.

If you said yes to every social commitment, networking incident, employment assignment and familial commitment that you were invited to, youd physically drop dead by the age of twenty-five. Memorizing when to strategically say No is not just a suggestion for your twenty-fourth year of life its a survival programme.

20. Watching too much Netflix.

Theres ever something more meaningful or important you could be doing with their own lives than watching Tv. But sometimes “youve been” exactly is a requirement to escape actuality for several hours at a time. And thats okay. You cant be on youre a-game 24 hours per day, 7 days a week. Youre only human.

21. Still missing college sometimes.

Life as a young adult is exciting and invigorating and parcelled with new opportunities. But its likewise stressful and harried and seemingly impossible to navigate some dates. And on those daylights, its okay to remember about simpler experiences. Missing the past doesnt mean that you are not moving forward it precisely means youre able to appreciate the good times that youve had.

22. Forming some greedy decisions.

Youre allowed to quit the job that is constructing your mothers proud of you. Youre allowed to break up with members of the public who perfect on paper. Youre allowed to choose yourself, over and over and over again when youre twenty-four years old. Because if you are not putting yourself firstly at this stage of life , nobody else is going to do it for you.

23. Still harboring pipe dreams about living and ardour and handiwork.

Youre faced with a lot of coarse realities at twenty-four years old but that doesnt mean you have to let go of the ridiculously gigantic dreamings that youve been reining since childhood.

If youre not fantasy of bigger and better and more amazing things for yourself at twenty-four years, youre likely doing something wrong. Because the only behavior to stimulate those daydreams come true is to keep adamantly agreeing to them.

24. Taking your damn age figuring happenings out.

If theres anything you still have at twenty-four, its age. Time to try, time to miscarry, time to fall down and mess up and pick yourself back up, as many times as you still need to.

You dont have to have your entire life figured out at twenty-four years old. You precisely have to be committed to trying your damnedest at got to get. And if youre doing that, youre going to be more than okay.

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apsbicepstraining · 7 years ago

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24 Things You Shouldn’t Appear Guilty For Revelling In At 24

1. Drinking wine alone.

There may not be many benefits to adulthood but this is indubitably one of them.

Youve stirred it through the years of imitation I.D.s, binge-drinking, nasty next-day hangovers and maybe even a interval or two of moderation.

2. Dating someone you dont want to marry.

3. Announcing to your mummy.

5. Leading out and getting 21 st-birthday-style drunk.

You dont have to be completely done having fun at twenty-four.

You have real world responsibilities now, and with that comes real-world stress. The nature you need to blow off, in whatever method works for you.

6. Missing the hell out of your ex.

Its not weak or pathetic or worrisome to spot yourself missing your ex at twenty-four. Its only human to miss who weve cherished. And you have all the time on earth to move on.

7. Wreaking a position just to get money.

Its okay to not be working your fantasy undertaking at twenty-four.

If youre attracting in enough coin to money your own hire, make minimum payments on your student loans and keep your energy from shutting off, youre doing a whole lot better than most.

Be patient with your daydreams and ideals. You have a long occupation ahead of you to pursue them, and your pragmatism will be represented you in the long run.

8. Expending your money on traveling.

Plus, “youve never” know which commitments are suddenly going to pop up and keep you settled in one target. This may be the last chance you have to travel freely, for many years to come.

9. Staying home while everybody else is traveling.

Just as traveling is worthwhile and admirable if its what you truly crave from their own lives, the same could be said of abiding residence.

10. Experimenting with your identity.

For some, a frightful promotion and compensate heighten is an accomplishment. For others, simply getting out of bed and taking a shower every morning is a accomplishment.

13. Equating yourself to others your age.

Comparisons can be undesirable and detrimental at worst but they can also be perfectly normal.

Comparisons are a natural part of life. And as long as you can accept that and take them with a grain of salt, youre perhaps going to be just fine.

14. Allowing your friendships to change.

Its normal to find an enormous amount of push to conserve old friendships at twenty-four. Youre in a new chapter of life, but you dont want to leave the people from your last phase behind.

15. Asking for help at work.

Its ordinary to feel as though you should unexpectedly know as soon as somebody mitts you a big-boy or big-girl undertaking. But thats an unrealistic expectancy.

16. Dismissing everyone elses advice for you.

17. Trying the newest fad diet.

Dont worry about being that guy or girlfriend. Youre learning what works for your organization and thats going to make some trial and error along the way.

18. Skipping the gym now and then.

Fitness and health are important but its no secret that you have a lot of rivalling priorities at twenty-four.

19. Saying No to professional or personal commitments.

20. Watching too much Netflix.

21. Still missing college sometimes.

22. Forming some greedy decisions.

23. Still harboring pipe dreams about living and ardour and handiwork.

Youre faced with a lot of coarse realities at twenty-four years old but that doesnt mean you have to let go of the ridiculously gigantic dreamings that youve been reining since childhood.

24. Taking your damn age figuring happenings out.

If theres anything you still have at twenty-four, its age. Time to try, time to miscarry, time to fall down and mess up and pick yourself back up, as many times as you still need to.

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apsbicepstraining · 7 years ago

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24 Things You Shouldn’t Appear Guilty For Revelling In At 24

1. Drinking wine alone.

There may not be many benefits to adulthood but this is indubitably one of them.

Youve stirred it through the years of imitation I.D.s, binge-drinking, nasty next-day hangovers and maybe even a interval or two of moderation.

2. Dating someone you dont want to marry.

3. Announcing to your mummy.

5. Leading out and getting 21 st-birthday-style drunk.

You dont have to be completely done having fun at twenty-four.

You have real world responsibilities now, and with that comes real-world stress. The nature you need to blow off, in whatever method works for you.

6. Missing the hell out of your ex.

Its not weak or pathetic or worrisome to spot yourself missing your ex at twenty-four. Its only human to miss who weve cherished. And you have all the time on earth to move on.

7. Wreaking a position just to get money.

Its okay to not be working your fantasy undertaking at twenty-four.

If youre attracting in enough coin to money your own hire, make minimum payments on your student loans and keep your energy from shutting off, youre doing a whole lot better than most.

Be patient with your daydreams and ideals. You have a long occupation ahead of you to pursue them, and your pragmatism will be represented you in the long run.

8. Expending your money on traveling.

Plus, “youve never” know which commitments are suddenly going to pop up and keep you settled in one target. This may be the last chance you have to travel freely, for many years to come.

9. Staying home while everybody else is traveling.

Just as traveling is worthwhile and admirable if its what you truly crave from their own lives, the same could be said of abiding residence.

10. Experimenting with your identity.

For some, a frightful promotion and compensate heighten is an accomplishment. For others, simply getting out of bed and taking a shower every morning is a accomplishment.

13. Equating yourself to others your age.

Comparisons can be undesirable and detrimental at worst but they can also be perfectly normal.

Comparisons are a natural part of life. And as long as you can accept that and take them with a grain of salt, youre perhaps going to be just fine.

14. Allowing your friendships to change.

Its normal to find an enormous amount of push to conserve old friendships at twenty-four. Youre in a new chapter of life, but you dont want to leave the people from your last phase behind.

15. Asking for help at work.

Its ordinary to feel as though you should unexpectedly know as soon as somebody mitts you a big-boy or big-girl undertaking. But thats an unrealistic expectancy.

16. Dismissing everyone elses advice for you.

17. Trying the newest fad diet.

Dont worry about being that guy or girlfriend. Youre learning what works for your organization and thats going to make some trial and error along the way.

18. Skipping the gym now and then.

Fitness and health are important but its no secret that you have a lot of rivalling priorities at twenty-four.

19. Saying No to professional or personal commitments.

20. Watching too much Netflix.

21. Still missing college sometimes.

22. Forming some greedy decisions.

23. Still harboring pipe dreams about living and ardour and handiwork.

Youre faced with a lot of coarse realities at twenty-four years old but that doesnt mean you have to let go of the ridiculously gigantic dreamings that youve been reining since childhood.

24. Taking your damn age figuring happenings out.

If theres anything you still have at twenty-four, its age. Time to try, time to miscarry, time to fall down and mess up and pick yourself back up, as many times as you still need to.

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