Roady @Roady_Dragonfae@awoo.space

If I were to be an inorganic dragon. I'd most likely be composed of ceramic or stone. A field of energy contained in a scaly mosaic with multicolored light shining through the cracks. My iridescent wings akin to stained glass.

Great Grandma Lois: Radical first wave feminist and articulate writer.

Grandma Shirley: An itch for adventure, desire to explore and move around. Lived in a van for almost a decade.

Grandpa Dave: Avid artist, outdoorsman, and resourceful with what's available.

My mother: Rugged drive to stand on her own two feet and make it on her own.

Aside from my grandpa, it seems I have a lot in common with the females on my mother's side.

@Metaph@scalie.business Methinks I should pick up the controller and start playing it again.

It's not just my mother I have a lot in common with. But my grandma as well. An adventurous spirit who never stops. Back in the 70s and 80s, she also lived in a van and traveled.

She also brought up a concept of the number 8 that's very intriguing... The number eight is a symbol of convergence. Where we all meet in the middle. The number eight symbolizes our ability as a community to come together, and that is why I look forward to this year.

Can't think of a better way to start a new year than a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch, and flopping out in my PJs to some 90s cartoons.

@KawaSeadrake I hear ya. I preferred to sit around the campfire for that reason. Inside the house was a bit of a sensory overload. xD

If I were to buy just one strain for the rest of my life, it would be Remedy. I felt a bond with it that I haven't felt with any other weed strain, and it's absolutely beautiful.

@adeptomega May that be my one and only resolution for this year. To spread my wings and soar.

Spent the last 15 minutes of 2017 dancing and going absolutely crazy to the tune of Rosetta Stoned. All while wearing the head of my true self with neon lights emanating from my fingertips. A perfect close to a year that leaves a hell of a story.

I know what I'll be doing a lot of at Glowtide! https://awoo.space/media/wLLtXVxFE0sZ5RrXSQs

@Ulfra_Wolfe@witches.town @packetcharmer@witches.town. Thank you for sharing. I felt inclined to write my own as well. I wish you the best in 2018

Because I don't like how I behave on it. Every wrong direction, every bad decision I've made had been under the influence of this substance. And waking up the next day, I feel so depressed and not like myself that I can't fully function. I regret everything from the night before and I don't want that for myself. That's why I don't drink. Once a month I fall off the wagon, but the next day I'm reminded of why I decided to quit.

-Got a job working for a lumber yard.

-Received a call from my mother saying my dog, Rusty, passed away.

-Discovering the postfurry community and feeling empowered to open up about what happened to me this last year.

-After the horrible events of this last year, I don't want anymore drama in my life. I just want to give love, kindness, and support to my community.

-Withdrawal from said drug was absolutely soul destroying. I never thought I would be myself again and in the following week I nearly committed suicide.

-Resigning about a month and a half after the incident.

-Turning to a friend of a friend for help, who exploited me by living with me in my van for a month. Draining my resources and sinking me into thousands in credit card debt. I eventually drove off without him and left him in pioneer square.

To be continued...

-Coping with the loss of my grandfather in December 2016. The first time I ever witnessed the death of another human being.

-Writhing in existential depression about my direction in life.

-Getting a job as a caregiver for developmentally disabled adults and not expecting the emotional toll it would take.

-Emotionally abused and then dosed with at least seven hits of crystal meth by an individual I thought I could trust.

To be continued...

@mawr@plush.city @mawr Aaah! I had a feeling I was using the wrong tag. LOL

@mawr Okay. Following up on that. The movie got me high. But the comedown isn't great. Now that I'm grounded, I can see sooo many flaws. It's like a hangover after a night of slamming 15 long islands.

The Last Jedi was probably the first movie I ever saw that literally got me high. The pacing, the writing, the misdirection, the emotional swells. All of it was put together at such a frequency that I still can't describe how it feels. Thanks, @mawr !

As the week drags on, I find myself becoming increasingly less grounded as I'm always interacting with people in a customer service job on a constant basis. Thankfully, on dead days like Saturday, I can find some solace and solitude in restocking the yard by my lonesome. Then I can have more energy to interact with friends when I finally clock out.