Roady @Roady_Dragonfae@awoo.space

As far as high THC strains go, the fittingly named Dragon OG is another perfect strain I'm adding to my must have list.

I really do fuse with this strain in a way where music is more defined, I can feel the roughness of my scales, and I can feel some weight to the antlers on my head.

As opposed to "My Head," this time I'm referring to My Heart.

I would love to reopen it... I don't want to feel guarded anymore. I don't want to be scared of being hurt again.

I have other goals that take priority, but after I reach some level of stability within my own sphere, I wish for a greater openness to finding love. Longing. Yearning. Hoping.

The universe is telling me that a significant other is on the horizon. I don't know who... But I'll know when we connect.

I look forward to a job that gives me financial stability.

I look forward to living in a place where I can settle and invite people over.

I look forward to both because I long to spend more time with this tribe of beautiful people I cherish, and it leaves a sinking feeling in my heart when I'm rarely able to be there.

I love you all very much, and I'm looking forward to a future where I can show that in full.

'bout time I got that hair outta my face!

Does anyone else get Seasonal Affected Disorder in reverse? In my case the heat leaves me sweaty, foggy and downright miserable.

Hah! I have a friend of mine who knows a guy looking for a bud runner. Delivering boxes of weed to dispensaries would be a hell of a lot easier than lumber. That's for sure. Fingers crossed!

If anyone's in south Seattle, avoid Compadre coffee. The white owner makes snide remarks about POC while her business is in a POC neighborhood. Adding to that, she's transphobic as hell and will forcefully deny the existence of fluid gender identity.

May it sink like the Titanic and reverse its attempted gentrification.

Heard nothing from the dispensaries that I applied to... Just gonna keep pushing for commissions and continue looking.

When a bag of weed explodes all over your backpack and your tablet becomes the dankest one of all.

One job I should have considered a long time ago? Budtender. I've already turned in several applications. If anyone knows of other weed stores in the Seattle area looking to hire, I would love to check them out!

In this order:

1. Secure a job (preferably a high paying one using my current qualifications)

2. Secure a room for rent

3. Buy a scooter

4. Pay off credit card debt

I've had so many visionary ideas. But no practical ways of implementing them. No grounding. And the reality of the situation is I need stability in my life. As I spend more time taking a step back from it all, I've just been reeled into nothing but chaos.

I've even considered going back to school to learn shamanic healing, maybe get certifications to be a counselor.

No matter what, though, I need to plant my feet on the ground.

I'm starting to realize. For now at least. That I need to settle. I've had enough experience over two years to last me several lifetimes... I need a break... I'm drained... To the point where every day I feel like I'm about to collapse. Time to find a job I like and maybe look for a room to rent.

While getting a tattoo is a ways off, I figured I'd get a head start by drawing a concept with a sharpie. Every time I look down at my forearm I see scales in my freckles, so it's nice to see them being brought to life.

I need a place to settle down for a while... To lick my wounds, put my head down, and solidify my future.

I need a break from constantly zipping around... It's time to plant my feet on the ground.