Those People

I’m becoming one of Those People
Who has multiple bikes for different reasons
One for travel and one for getting around town
I’m one of those people who feels a little twinge of guilt at the luxury
of being able to save enough to buy two bikes when I only need one.

I’m becoming one of Those People
With a detailed list of current and future backpacking gear
That can be sorted by weight and type
One of those people who finds living in the elements
a relaxing escape from the default world chaos.

I’m one of Those People
Who instinctively says yes to adventuring
And dives head first into the unknown
One of those people who is familiar with uncertainty
and comfortable learning the details as they go.

I’m one of Those People
Who is caught halfway between crippling perfectionism
And an empty garden of fucks
One of those people who dabbles in every kind of art
and masters a few.

I’m one of Those People
Who chose their own family
And created their own name
One of those people who has recreated themselves in their own image
more times than they can count.

I’m one of Those People
Who sometimes can’t get out of bed
Because depression and anxiety are too loud
One of those people who tries to prioritize selfcare
but still falls short frequently.

I’m one of Those People
Whose undiagnosed chronic illness
Undermines their ability
One of those people who tries to make plans and then has to cancel
because their body decided to quit.

I’m one of Those People
Who sometimes tries to ignore their disability
As if that makes it vanish (it doesn’t)
One of those people who has relied so much on themselves
that accepting help is scary.

I’m one of Those adventurist, artistic, outdoorsy (but not athletic, let’s not kid ourselves), queer, sick, disabled People who worries about the future of the planet.

I’m one of “Those People” probably not unlike you.

21/30

There’s a chill in the air
the leaves are orange-y red and crisp
music in my ears
“do you have a cigarette?” he asks, motioning
I wonder if I should buy a pack just to carry around for this occasion – it happens often enough
(but I don’t know the first thing about cigarettes)
“I don’t, sorry” sincerely apologetically
“you’re smart” he says
I smile and we cross the street
Good evening.

Sapphire Hair and Kind Eyes

I finished my art journal entry that I wrote the other day, and by that I mean I added paint (and sparkles!)
Art Journal Finished EntryI like the idea of blending journaling and art – for so long I’ve kept my thoughts and art separate, I think it will be good to mix them together. I think it’ll also motivate me to do something nearly every day and “bridge the gap” as it were (or at least, make a lot of art and a lot of progress) without having to by more canvases for my ever shrinking wall space. I don’t know why I didn’t think of that before…