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No introduction needed

 So if you know me or not, I am Chloe, I’m 40 and am currently sitting on week 22(?) of not working.
I injured myself at mahi (work) last year and just had surgery in March, currently in my healing era.  Being confined to the whare (house) has been something of an adjustment, as for the most part of my life and basically the entirety of my career, I have been a social creature. I firstly welcomed the break and excuse to not do anything, but as the weeks have continued to pass by, I have become increasingly aware of how this isolation, is comfortably creeping into my brain.  Not for lack of wanting to leave, mind you, I am in pain, I am uncomfortable and when I cant fight, I want to cry. All this could be combatted if my gentle giant of a dog, could behave more predictably when out walking, but not having the strength to control the 50kg baby horse means I cant do it alone.* 
I was able to do a few shifts here and there at my job, but again, the lack of dexterity makes it basically impossible, I never thought I would find myself in this situation and life, whole heartedly, did not prepare me for it.

With that boring housekeeping BS outta the way, welcome to the inner ramblings of my mind.  Now this blog isn’t going to follow a script, or just be one thing, I am going to empty out my notes app, talk about the things I love, the experiences I have.  I’m going to post the writing prompts suggested by those who inspire and encourage me, I am going to try and write everyday to remind myself of the talent I once had and I need to do this away from the shitstorm of social media.  This isn’t for me to promote, or make money. This is a exercise in self love for my brain, my brain that has forgotten how to interact with people, who has forgotten how to create, my brain that feels like its losing its grip on joy.

To follow up that happy lil sentence, what you need to know as readers is this…
-I am okay, I am seeing a therapist as part of “adjustment to injury” counselling
-I am not doing this for likes, comments or money
-I have chosen to post publicly and occasionally will direct people from social media here, but I don’t really want/need feedback to my face
-I believe in free speech, cause I like to know who the bigots are, if you choose to engage here and out yourself as a shitty person, thats on you…if you don’t like what someone else says, take it up with them, not me

Anyways, with that little intro out of the way, we are out to hunt for Zombie Jesus at the beach, enjoy your 4/20. 

*he is an angel baby, but without both hands, i cant responsibly take him out, buses can trigger him, spur winged plovers can trigger him, skateboards WILL trigger him-it is not fair on him, me or the general public if I am not in full control of him at all times. Also, I think its actually kinda a law, if not it should be.

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