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Update: 5 Things On The 5th (July 2019...And June 2019, Kind Of, Too)

I bet you're all wondering why I didn't post last month. (Spoiler alert: nobody's probably wondering why I didn't post last month.) To be honest, it started with one of the five things I had to do this month:
  1. I put in ADA paperwork for my job.
#OkayEmily, you're probably wondering, you're not sick. You're totally healthy. Why do you need paperwork in order to actually perform your job? Well, it has to do with immense stress, the day to day operations of my job changing, and one too many automatic bathrooms. It's a post for another day, and now that I can semi-think straight again, I might actually be willing to write it.

For a while there, I wasn't getting anything done. I was waking up, going to work, coming home, and sleeping. I might fit in some "me" time, but that was about it. Nothing as far as planning for my future or what not. And normally, I would just hide it all away so that people don't think I'm sick or damaged. But one of the other things I've discovered recently is that I don't want to hide things from the world. I don't want to hide my struggles. They just make me more human. I love spreading rainbows and butterflies, but if I don't post about the rest of my life, then my posts are so sparse that it's like I don't exist.

I want to exist. I deserve to exist.

That said this past month was busy, so here are the other four things I ended up doing:
  1. I threw myself into planning for my sister's wedding, because I only got one sister and I'm pushing her to have only one wedding. Because reasons. And it was just as storybook as she wanted it to be, and it was SO. WORTH. IT.
  2. I moved across the city to be with Mikkun all the time. There are things I have to sort out -- how I'm sleeping, when I get to eat, etc, but those sound more like fun than "bad" things. 
  3. My parents also moved, so I'm in the city without them. Which is honestly one of the more frustrating things about all of this, and the thing that is taking the most getting used to, but I'm sure I will eventually.
  4. With all of my newfound free time I was able to finish a story I had been working on for a long time. And I even have a couple of new ideas and I might have a story plan for NaNoWriMo.
 Hopefully soon I can tell you about the other adventures I've been on.
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