Head high, heart fast

You know what I love about not being able to sleep?

Absolutely nothing. It sucks.

I'm up, I'm up, I'm up and there is no end in sight. It's because my twelve weeks of freebird scheduling is coming to a close and I'm once again subject to the whims of the Real World. This also means that I'll be seeing more people against my will, losing more sleep than I can tolerate and generally risking a relapse of constant panic attacks. I don't like it one bit.

But oh! Isn't there a bit more optimism in me than that? For, as Lo often says, everything happens for a reason and this strike would fall neatly in the category of 'everything'. As I see it, the past twelve weeks provided a much-needed sense of grounding, of calming, of ssssshhhhh. Although CUPE ended with a whimper, I can safely say that despite the amount of dread filling my cavities at the prospect of before-noon subway rides and soul-crushingly painful anxiety, I'll come out of this hiatus entirely optimistic, mostly refreshed and partly healed. So much trepidation soaked into that last sentence, folks, but you just gotta shake it off, shake it off, shake it off.

It's a good time to shake off melancholy because you can only wear that shit for so long before it starts to stink.

With loose disquiet,

Inari

If I were a struggle, I would be....in with a bang, out with a fire-bomb.