The Enchanter's Theorem

Originally published at Curse & Quanta. You can comment here or there.

No, we didn’t get arrested for having weapons. I have no idea how I managed it either, so don’t ask. LOL

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*ahem*

TODAY IS THE MOUSE’S BIRTHDAY. THE POPULACE WILL MAKE MERRY UNDER PAIN OF DEATH. YES.

The Birthday Girl has asked for a session at the Salon of Mom and materials will be arriving soon for Cake of Awesomeness (delivery is my life saver).

*gets momentarily serious and maudlin*

I cannot remotely describe my eldest daughter adequately. She’s growing to be easily taller than me at this rate. She has a dancer’s grace and the steel strength that goes with it. She’s silly and sings ridiculous songs when I’m having a bad day. She’s maddening as hell and argues with me over any injustice in her mind, no matter how slight. She’s smart, goes without saying, but, the thing that I’m proudest of?

She’s kind.

Not all the time. She is a child still. But she tries. And she stands up for her friends and for herself and is not afraid to speak out against the things that she feels are wrong.

I don’t know how we got so lucky. She’s amazing. I helped make her. But the making of her now is starting to be more of her own choosing, and she is choosing far more wisely than I ever did. I mean it’s not all great. She appears to have inherited my predilection to anxiety and has an unusual variant of ADHD, but she’s learning how to turn them into strengths, not weaknesses.

And this year, the Perseid meteor shower that heralds her birth every year appears to be even more spectacular than usual. I blame her grandfather for that one. He likes to show off.

I have no idea what she will become. I just know it will be glorious. Even if that means becoming a beach bum. Because if she chooses that, she will be the greatest beach bum the world has ever seen. Or not. Doesn’t matter. Whatever she chooses, she appears to be choosing to be uniquely herself.

It’s fucking awesome.

But it’s a little girl with a rock. How much luck do you think the White Rook is going to have here?

Yeah, me neither.

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I have acquired an epic set of blisters on my right foot pinkie toe and may end up missing a run this week to give it time to heal a little more.

Yesterday’s fourteen-miler was an interesting one in that physically, I was pretty fine, barring the blisters. Yes, as I got to the last three miles, I was feeling *tired*. But that wasn’t what was eating me.

It was all the bullshit in my head.

It’s amazing the crap judgments we run on ourselves. Yesterday, it was all about how I wasn’t running fast enough, never mind the blisters, never mind that I ache like an old lady, it didn’t matter. Every time someone passed me, the Critic in the head would start up on how we should speed up, we were going too slow, yadda yadda yadda…

Except…

In comparison to what?

The part of me that knows better came back very quickly thankfully with, “According to whom?”

So here’s this last run’s lesson.

This isn’t a speed race. It’s an endurance race. The point is to *finish*. And this is true about so many damn things. Who the fuck cares if you get there first? Because I have news for you. Someone’s already been there first. ALWAYS. But not everyone finishes.

Slow doesn’t matter.

*DONE* matters.

And right now? As of yesterday, I ran more than half a marathon. The Critic can suck it.

Originally published at Angela N. Hunt. You can comment here or there.

And we return you to your regular broadcast schedule…

Slowly digging through the photos. I meant to do more work last night, but my brain was so burnt after the few photos I got edited, I had to turn in. I ended up reading a book of Leonardo Da Vinci’s collected writings.

He didn’t think much of the willfully ignorant either…

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Training is continuing to go well, which sustains me. So does writing. Husband is on the hustle. Still no word on other things.

We keep on keeping on.

Originally published at Angela N. Hunt. You can comment here or there.

Pinky's Ransom, originally uploaded by quennessa.

This one, like the White Rook considering the Girl Alice, the one that seems to be so filled with nostalgia, *this* one...

Oh, the story.

And the White Queen's disdain...

Girl Alice, Rook, and White Queen, originally uploaded by quennessa.

I love the arrested movement of Girl Alice in the background.

Whatever could it be that's caught her eye?

Devil, originally uploaded by quennessa.

At least now when I say the Devil made me do it, you can see why it's a reasonable excuse!

Wouldn't you do anything for her too?

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Aiya. It is Monday with a vengeance. I want to go back to bed and not get up for a week.

My left hand has a persistent tingle that tells me I've got a pinched nerve somewhere. My brain is telling me that I didn't get enough rest, so I overate this weekend, and I am feeling very down. I know intellectually that if I could get some solid rest, I'd be a whole new human, but in this headspace, I just hate the world.

It's funny, because I got a lot accomplished this weekend, even in spite of most things going pancake shaped.

There were good things. The Mouse had her first ballet class and loved it. That's going to get me through for a long long time.

In fact, I think I'll just focus on that.

Okay. *deep breath*

Just stuff. Lots to do. The body's just tired. Life is good, no matter what it physically is telling me.

Gods, I need a day off.