When I was younger, I wish someone had told me straight-up that not all adults experience “a calling”. That many of them never find particular purpose in a career. That sometimes, their job is just what pays the bills and they have to seek satisfaction and fulfillment elsewhere.
Because as an adult, this pervasive notion that there exists a perfect path for everyone, that people should love what they do, and that work is meant to function as a vehicle for fulfilling a person’s grand life destiny is not only inaccurate for many of us, it can be toxic.
The ideal is so ingrained that I have to remind myself constantly I’m not a failure because I don’t adore my job, and because I’m not rocking the world with my work. That is okay.
Sometimes, work is just work. There isn’t always a perfect career path, magically waiting to be discovered. There might not be this THING you were born to do. Sometimes, you discover that what you really want to be when you grow up is “paid”.
trans women who can not have bottom surgery due to complications are still women. trans women who can not afford or attain bottom surgery are still women. trans women who don’t want bottom surgery are still women.
reblog this to make a terf angry
More importantly: reblog it to make a trans woman feel better
not to sound preachy but i’ve never seen anybody rebut “make a terf angry” with “make a trans woman feel better” and… that’s kind of tumblr’s attitude towards trans women summed up as concise as possible. more people should strive to be the second thing because the first is performative and lazy… thank u discourser-of-kruphix…
If the Winter Soldier was responsible for the Kennedy assassination and Magneto tried to STOP the Kennedy assassination then that must mean somehow Magneto lost a fight to a guy wITH AN ENTirE ARm MADE OF METAL
If you’re in that kind of depression where everything is blurry and days blend into one another, taking a lot of photos of positive things might help. If your pet does something cute, you ate something good, got a high score, you cleaned your room, the weather was nice… I’m not saying this will fix your depression, it’s just a good reminder that you are in fact living regardless of the depression distorting your memory and making your past seem like fog of sadness and nothing else.
While true, this won’t cure your depression–that is a lifelong thing many of us must struggle with–reminders DO help. They CAN end negative spirals, they DO help root other memories in place, (specific reminders can help untangle memories otherwise lost to over generalization) and can lead to healthier thought process. So definitely. Take pictures of things. Write down cool stuff. Heck, even write down bad stuff. Remembering it as a single incident and not a recurring thing keeps your brain from defaulting to things ALWAYS being that way. Keep a journal if you can. Something being formally rooted in space and time as an isolated incident helps a LOT.
reckless & terribly gay 