Someone who was a client — I helped her set up a blog to document her experience with breast cancer — and then became a friend mostly over social media has just gotten news of two brain tumours. I swear cancer takes the best of us. I'm devastated and trying not to weep through my partner's book launch.
I did a blog roundup — Five Star Blog Roundup 441: Five Great Posts and an Elizabeth Acevedo Quote https://elanmorgan.com/blog/five-star-blog-roundup-441-posts-elizabeth-acevedo-quote#.W7Iz_FF1ZBk.twitter
Here's a shot I took with my new #iPhoneXsMax to send to a journalist who interviewed me. It's the first photo I've taken with it. When she asked for a headshot, I realized that I only had goofy selfies on hand. Remedied.
I made a September 2018 Mixtape: https://elanmorgan.com/blog/elan-september-2018-mixtape-playlist. It crosses a few genres and decades, and you can listen on both Spotify and Apple Music. #music #playlist #mixtape
I need to get past feeling HULK SMASH every time someone says that no one has any privacy anymore so you may as well keep handing your info over.
YOUR FEELING OF SECURITY IS AN EXTENSION OF PRIVILEGE.
JUST BECAUSE PRIVACY THIEVES ARE NICE NOW DOESN'T MEAN THEY'LL BE NICE LATER.
WE DON'T HAVE TO LIVE LIKE THIS.
In my early 20s, a psychiatrist told me I had anxiety. I said that I'd heard the word, but I couldn't grasp what it meant, because the feeling was so foreign to me. He said it was the water I swam in, which is why I couldn't see it. Then I saw it, and I could start a growth process I desperately needed.
Sometimes you have to step out of the water, or find someone who can lend you a hand to step out of it.
@tanismiller Is this really you?!
So far, my relationship to Mastodon is to drop in and say something random every couple of days. Birbsite is doubling down on elevating the worst. Fackbook is still fine with fomenting genocide, apparently. I miss the early days of just about anything when we found our people rather than our mobs.