I've been drawing these things and I'm not gonna post them all here because SURPRISES but...
FLEYES because I'm clever.
I love them.
I can't stop drawing them doing silly things...
Fifteen of them in black and white will be used to countdown to the first Oh Hell, Donna! being posted.
I'll let you know when that starts.
...For now...
Lookit fleyes playing the snow!
*ahem*
They’ll all wind up on mugs and such in http://society6.com/RowynGolde and possibly in a RedBubble store for stickers.
We’ll see.
I’ve got to shop around for that.
If you can think of a good place to have stickers made, let me know.
I'd also love to make some kind of charm out of these guys eventually.
Looking out the window today, I am reminded that…
I have always hated the snow.
Mostly, I only looked forward to snow when there was enough to keep me from standing outside neck deep in it, waiting for the bus.
Now, don't say to me, "Then why live here???"
I have lived in the harsh desert lands as well.
Didn't work out.
I like it here. I do.
I also think the snow is very pretty.
And not liking to be in the snow, even as a child, certainly didn't stop my friends from outright forcing me to have a good time in the white, Wintery muck.
I did, indeed, have a good time.
…Once in a while.
Even in high school, we used a recycling bin:
Created snow-bricks:
And used said bricks of snow to make a very intense snow-fort:
It was around this time that it occurred to me that growing up didn't have to mean no longer having fun or being imaginative.
Being inventive is what makes life interesting.
After two nose bleeds, literal blood, sweat, and tears went into making that damn fort.
There were also many times before and after that day where R rated snow people were created.
Still, none of these memories, precious as they are, can convince me that going outside in the snow is better than sitting cozy inside, watching the snow from a window instead.
Happy snow day, to those who have it today.
I am very familiar with the Stress Snowball.
You see, it starts off small.
It's so small, that I ignore how cold it is.
I even ignore the rock in the middle of it, which makes it dangerous, but I'll get to that later.
I ignore the snowball, thinking that I can handle it.
…
I'm wrong.
Eventually, I drop the snowball and it starts to roll around.
It picks up other stress inducing things.
This happens because I didn't take care of the small things, and now I'm too stressed to deal with the bigger things…
It picks up pretty much everything, from school stuff, to work stuff, to even other people who were just there to help.
This can get overwhelming to the point where I just don't want to do ANYTHING and so the ball continues to grow.
When it gets this bad, we are tempted to dive in and get to the source immediately, but sometimes that gets us stuck in the ball.
Instead, take a moment to take a closer look.
In general, if you can peel off some easy tasks and stresses first, just little ones from the top, you can start to get some layers of snow off of your stress snowball.
Keep at it, and before long, your stress snowball will start to shrink to a more manageable size.
More layers removed, and you'll get to the rocky middle.
The stress which started it all.
The stress I thought I could handle, whatever it may be.
The stress I didn't realize was so heavy.
For me, it looks like this:
This center of stress is generally just a failure to keep up with the tasks of taking care of myself, along with everything else.
I have learned to keep this center of stress happy with tea and comic-books.
It is often tough to find time for this though, so to-do lists come in handy.
I treat taking care of myself just like any other task.
This is the key to avoiding the stress snowball.
Do I still fail to do this on occasion?
Of course.
I'm actually a little worried about this coming semester, since it's my last.
Here's hoping I remember this post!
