Bobbi Lynne

For all of the hurdles and trials I’ve overcome this year, it seems that protecting my foolish heart still wasn’t in the lessons learned category. I think that for the same reasons people’s love languages are simply what they needed in vulnerable times, my kryptonite is someone fluent in it.

They can only see themselves as someone who didn’t and therefore only support and align themselves with that person.
So spot on, I will definitely be using that.

Trump would like the Bible more if 13-year-old Mary wasn’t past her prime

And as we close out this stadium sized service, a selection from ACus/DCus…..if you want blood.

Here we go again

Warning: do not buy the couchbedchair, they are time thieves.

When you see a post that says
I’ll get through it I’m just tired of going through it, and it hits you in all of the feels.

I’ve lost sight of how to harness that energy passion and excitement and wonder if it is time for the morning to come where I too become a memory soon forgotten.

All that I chose to do instead of giving into the chase had picked up and left home for the last time, grown up and found their own way, and become nearly as scarce as the magic of the chase.

With it a solemn somber solitude as it becomes a memory marked by a path of wreckage from the wake the journey home begins. Only now home has become a memory as well.

The storm would hit full of excitement, uncertainty, and its own splendor to embrace. A dance with elements no longer able to be contained and a rush that can only be felt in that razor’s edge between excitement and disaster. As surely as dawn will come the storm would pass.

The rumbling sounds in the distance summoned all of the built up tension and energy itching to be triggered. A bolt ignited and gave direction. Chasing the lightning like a banshee through the night nothing mattered but the pursuit.

The progression. I remember a time when all it would take was that little charge of energy in the air. Looking out into the vast horizon and all the possibilities that lie just beyond. Nothing felt impossible and no amount of doubt, unease, or logic could keep me tethered.

It’s been an absolute struggle bus laden with problem gremlins for nearly a year now. I think I have finally gotten to a point where I can consider the scion dependable.
On to the cobalt who also needs a heart transplant.

Exactly ✅️

Yes I would say lots of things are working in your favor. Drink sprite and fight with spite.

Question for trans sisters on hormones. Did you reach a point where there is a recurring time where you are especially sore mentally and physically and start using your PTO for it ?

Omg… same hitachi !! Same.

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Bobbie’s babbling:
Happiness is now. Yesterday has given you all that it ever will and no amount of anxiety over tomorrow will change what is yet to be written. So embrace the now, it’s your gift from all the yesterdays and promise of better days to come. Now is a one time offer.

Someway,somehow, I don’t always feel it but I’m seeing it more. The changes they are a happening. A year gone by so fast and still full of so many firsts.

Had another first today. Finally got my hair styled. As much as I’m loving it the curls seem to be fading fast.

Wait…. That’s not the first weeks assignment?

You won’t lose anything that was meant for you

How long and often does this go on. Trying to figure out time frame for western US