Right? I was all about this energy, and then you had to go and ruin it with that.
Right? I was all about this energy, and then you had to go and ruin it with that.
Ye cannot get ye flask.
Is this still available?
I would deal with this, and did, the only way that you really can: take it one day at a time, have deep reserves of both patience and grace, for yourself AND others, and remind yourself that transition is a marathon, not a sprint.
Puberty sucks real bad, even when it’s the correct puberty, and there’s a whole lot of “everything at whatever pace it goes at” to the experience that can feel depressingly, agonizingly slow.
You’ll get there. Take a deep breath and, rather than focusing on all the things you need to get to and need to get started and need to navigate your way through, allow yourself a moment to celebrate the few small victories you already accomplished! Those are the building blocks that can get you to your “magic button-adjacent” future.
Ooof. That sucks so bad for a secondary that needs every player it has to be out there playing at a high level.
I guess, if you’re playing the Jets, just throw the ball and try to outscore Rodgers and that offense.
I think part of what we’re seeing is that it’s the off-season. Even on reddit, most of the NFL content right now is of the “If your team was a soup, what soup would it be and why?” type. The content and activity will come as we near the season start.
I saw this post and sent it to some friends, then wrote them a quick encounter beginning for funsies that I figured I would share here.
“As you enter the recently harvested field you see movement, and suddenly a cascading warbling gobbling begins, choral at times, with harmonies spilling into cacophony that makes you think you’re going mad. A male turkey with five heads rivaling the size of dragons you’ve heard of in song steps into the field from the trees on the opposite side. You can tell that it has already spotted you by the way its heads take turns spastically turning sideways to better see you, and it scratches at the dirt with one of its four talons and ruffles its feathers to appear even larger. The gobbling starts again, more voices joining the fray far beyond the heads you can count, and the creature’s eyes glow red as the call digs into your brains.
It sets itself to charge at you across the field. Roll for initiative.”