Burnout recovery take two (three?)
Jul. 15th, 2025 05:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nonesensedHad to utterly disappear from the Internet and a number of events and hobbies to have the energy to complete my final work weeks, but now I've had a week of vacation time and am starting to feel human again, huzzah!
I've been extra bad at keeping up with DW, so anything posted after the start of June I'm still catching up on. But catch-up I shall 😊
My burnout got reeeeaaally bad (panic-attack-levels bad) but I'm recovering now that I'm off work and no longer in charge of hosting huge events. My plan for the rest of the year is to Chill The Fuck Out and take on 0 responsibilities outside of work, because I want to live past the age of 60...
On that note, I already feel much better 💖 I've had the energy to both finish playing Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 (beautiful game, highly recommend!) and MANAGE TO WRITE SOMETHING AND POST IT!!!! I binged the TV adaptation of The Muderbot Diaries together with my sister yesterday and she gave me a story idea that I've now actually written 💜💜💜 (set in book canon; I'm also working on a TV-canon fic~)
Travel Notes (794 words) by Nonesensed
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Murderbot Diaries - Martha Wells
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Original Characters
Additional Tags: Humor, POV Outsider, Social Media, Chatlogs
Summary:
The consequences of Murderbot sharing media with bot-pilots all across the galaxy.
A poem for summer
Jul. 14th, 2025 11:53 amsef1029by Li-Young Lee
From blossoms comes this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the boy
in the bend in the road where we turned toward
signs painted Peaches.
From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.
O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.
There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.
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