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May. 10th, 2016 10:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeI had a bizarre revelation last night, while I'm thinking about it, and the reason it came as a revelation probably has to do with a load of societal bullshit plus being one of the lucky ones for whom it doesn't make much of an impact on my life as I choose to live it. But. In fact. Yes, having asthma qualifies as being disabled, and an invisible disability at that. It's not like I wear "can't run more than an eighth of a mile without falling over" on my face or anything.
Part of why it didn't occur to me until some conversation when it all seemed to click is because it doesn't impede me from doing what I want to do. I can capoeira. I've worked very hard over a year (holy shit) to get myself to where I can capoeira almost as much as I want to, at a time. I was at one lesson where it was just me and the teachers and I was going against them for maybe thirty minuets with two minute breaks in between bouts, and yeah, I broke a sweat, but I didn't fall over like I do when I run even a little bit. So, there's that. But I also can't run. At all. I can barely jog. When I get sick it's a roulette wheel of Is This Shit Going To Go To My Lungs, at which point it's sleeping all the time, lots of inhaler, maybe some steroids, and no you can't capoeira for at least two weeks. And somehow I've absorbed that as normal because I don't need to use an assistive or corrective device all the time, because I'm not on a daily drug regimen, because society has specific ideas about what disabled means and what it doesn't. And.
I don't know, I just had that weird revelation last night, so you all get to hear about it.
I think by this point everyone in the English speaking world except me and two other people have seen Civil War at this point. I don't even know if I want to see it, the whole thing annoys me. On several levels. Down to grumbling about the damn thing when I don't even have to, so let's see what else I can blather about.
My colored pencils shipped! They shiiiiped. They got middling reviews from a couple of different sites too, which gives me a twinge of remorse that I went straight for the shiny without being cautious first, but these reviews were middling rather than flat out terrible. (In my defense, Japanese companies are usually really serious about their arting and writing products.) And I feel less awkward about it because I've gotten better at daily drawing practice than I have been. (Not, apparently, better about posting it to tumblr. I'll try to do that some today.) I think I've gotten something done all of the last few days except Sunday, which was a day of intermittent but constant napping.
I don't actually much know where I'm going with this, either. I'm just sort of learning how to draw different things. Mostly humans, but sometimes also just... stuff. I should probably get the whole perspective/whole scene thing out to work on soon.
I've been working on bits and pieces of everything. I feel a lot less behind than I did yesterday which, hey. Apparently that coincides with getting more sleep! So that's that non-mystery solved, but I am also keeping up, roughly, with my schedule of And Now Work On This Project And Now Work On This so everything gets rotated and I don't forget about one thing. Murderboarding has kind of sort of maybe been solidified, so I slotted a time to work on graphics for that even if I don't have the faintest idea how to fuck around with layouts in Wordpress there. Maybe after I get today's drawing and writing done I can work on that. Sewing projects continue to sort of happen, they'd be further limped along if the weekend hadn't been so sleepy. And. Things! Stuff! Sleep good. Rock Clock also good. And funny.
Part of why it didn't occur to me until some conversation when it all seemed to click is because it doesn't impede me from doing what I want to do. I can capoeira. I've worked very hard over a year (holy shit) to get myself to where I can capoeira almost as much as I want to, at a time. I was at one lesson where it was just me and the teachers and I was going against them for maybe thirty minuets with two minute breaks in between bouts, and yeah, I broke a sweat, but I didn't fall over like I do when I run even a little bit. So, there's that. But I also can't run. At all. I can barely jog. When I get sick it's a roulette wheel of Is This Shit Going To Go To My Lungs, at which point it's sleeping all the time, lots of inhaler, maybe some steroids, and no you can't capoeira for at least two weeks. And somehow I've absorbed that as normal because I don't need to use an assistive or corrective device all the time, because I'm not on a daily drug regimen, because society has specific ideas about what disabled means and what it doesn't. And.
I don't know, I just had that weird revelation last night, so you all get to hear about it.
I think by this point everyone in the English speaking world except me and two other people have seen Civil War at this point. I don't even know if I want to see it, the whole thing annoys me. On several levels. Down to grumbling about the damn thing when I don't even have to, so let's see what else I can blather about.
My colored pencils shipped! They shiiiiped. They got middling reviews from a couple of different sites too, which gives me a twinge of remorse that I went straight for the shiny without being cautious first, but these reviews were middling rather than flat out terrible. (In my defense, Japanese companies are usually really serious about their arting and writing products.) And I feel less awkward about it because I've gotten better at daily drawing practice than I have been. (Not, apparently, better about posting it to tumblr. I'll try to do that some today.) I think I've gotten something done all of the last few days except Sunday, which was a day of intermittent but constant napping.
I don't actually much know where I'm going with this, either. I'm just sort of learning how to draw different things. Mostly humans, but sometimes also just... stuff. I should probably get the whole perspective/whole scene thing out to work on soon.
I've been working on bits and pieces of everything. I feel a lot less behind than I did yesterday which, hey. Apparently that coincides with getting more sleep! So that's that non-mystery solved, but I am also keeping up, roughly, with my schedule of And Now Work On This Project And Now Work On This so everything gets rotated and I don't forget about one thing. Murderboarding has kind of sort of maybe been solidified, so I slotted a time to work on graphics for that even if I don't have the faintest idea how to fuck around with layouts in Wordpress there. Maybe after I get today's drawing and writing done I can work on that. Sewing projects continue to sort of happen, they'd be further limped along if the weekend hadn't been so sleepy. And. Things! Stuff! Sleep good. Rock Clock also good. And funny.
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