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  <title>setra</title>
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    <name>setra</name>
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  <updated>2013-08-07T06:59:19Z</updated>
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    <title>Update - Real Life</title>
    <published>2013-08-07T06:59:19Z</published>
    <updated>2013-08-07T06:59:19Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Ok, so I just perused my 'Real Life' tag, and I feel like I need to make a post.&lt;br /&gt;A being home post.&lt;br /&gt;An 'I wasn't crazy' post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a lot of pain in Washington.  I was suffering from low self-esteem, I was exhausted, I was depressed, I was alone in a home where I should have felt loved.&lt;br /&gt;I was not crazy.  It was not just me.&lt;br /&gt;My store there /was/ poorly managed.&lt;br /&gt;I /do/ know how to do my job.  Pretty damn well actually.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot do it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't some major high point in my attitude that I'm documenting.  This is pretty average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to work and I get things done.  I coach and I learn, and I mess up, and I do things right, and it all happens without the panic and desperation that colored every day in Arlington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come home and I sew, I watch my shows or my mom's shows, I cuddle the cat.  I sometimes call friends, more often they call me, and we hang out.  If I need to get away from my stuff, I can go somewhere and be with other people who actually want to spend time with me.  I can talk to these people about my interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I want to be alone, or go out, or cook, or eat out... I can do those things.  I can play Infamous for an hour and then marathon Leverage while I work on costumes and not feel guilty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is basically no one here that I wouldn't squeal 'I ship it!' at when something I ship was mentioned.  Also, occasionally I can talk to Kay about dirty dirty porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the right choice to move back.  I have support here, I have people to talk to.  Family, friends, acquaintances, co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't easy all the time.  I still make mistakes.  I'm still perpetually late.  I still procrastinate.  There is still friend drama all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this was the right choice, I haven't doubted it for a moment since I came back and I hope that stays true for a long time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=setra&amp;ditemid=452277" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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