The Calming Beats: A Fibromyalgia Warrior's Journey with Andre 3000's New Blue Sun
As the last notes of "New Blue Sun" fade away, I find myself not only satisfied with a productive day but also inspired
Picture this – sipping on coffee from your specially crafted mug, the aroma wafting through the air as Andre 3000’s latest album, “New Blue Sun,” sets the perfect rhythm for a productive day. In this blog, I’m sharing how this musical masterpiece not only provided the soundtrack to my work but also became the soothing balm for my fibromyalgia-afflicted soul.
Musical Therapy for Fibromyalgia:…
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"I think Korra shows us that we are, at the end of the day, people, and the titles we attach to ourselves or others don’t erase that fact."
Korra is possibly my favorite Avatar. This is just a short piece I wrote about her.
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[It had been an odd few months with the addition of so many new mercenaries to both teams... including some bloke who just seemed content to clamber in through the bloody windows in spite of there being multiple, perfectly good doors... but that was besides the point.
There were a handful of the recruits he didn't mind, and it did help that this one in particular shared some common grounds. It was why he found himself knocking on the door with a trio of thunder bolts etched into it with his quiver on his back and one of his bows in hand. It would be good to see before missions kicked up again how well the newbie could shoot, and he was admittedly interested in seeing the bow they used. If it was like his own, some sorta custom model, or- well simple enough idea, that. He had been planning on getting some shooting in anyhow- two dingo with one arrow this way.]
"Yeah, c'mon in!"
[Dexx is seen sitting in a very uncomfortable position, sketching away. -That's definetly not good for their back. There's a perfectly good desk to be working at, but that's just how artists tend to be, it seems.
Dexx puts the pencil in his mouth to use his eraser for a second, quickly going back to drawing. Finally, once they're content with where they're at, they take a glance towards the door.]
"Oh, hey Sniper! What brings you here? Didn't think you were one to, uh, seek out ...people. Not that you're not welcome! It's just..- yeah, anyways, what's up?"
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Some of my favourite Tweets for Jaehyun's birthday
Despite Jaehyun entering KOZ and becoming part of BND later than the other boys, he stepped up as leader, shown tremendous love and care for all of them, and that is being reciprocated to an unbelievable degree. They're truly brothers.
Happy birthday, Myung Jaehyun. You deserve the world 🥺
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(Shoot, someone's already here. Hey wait, is that another merc? I guess I'll introduce myself?)
Hey, uh.. I'm not really sure where to go with this,, uh,
I'm Dexx, the new recruit! I was just, uhm- heck, guess I'll just admit it- those guys sure are loud, huh? I introduced myself to a few of em' earlier, but it's gettin' hard to think straight with all the noise.
Would you mind if I just chilled here for a bit? I'm so sorry to bother you, I could just find somewhere else to hide out too if you'd prefer that-
-@emotionally-creative-rogue
[The marksman watched from the commonspace table as the newbie puttered around for a bit before they'd decided to seek him out. He could empathize with the grimace on their face and the general unease- he was never keen on big groups either.
They were polite, at least- and they seemed harmless enough. Besides, if this did prove to be some sort of rort, he was the more seasoned killer here.. but he doubted that would be the case.]
Good to meet you. 'M The Sniper, and that's what ya can call me. Sniper.
You can stick around here, 's just fine with me. Those yobbos can get a mite much, aye, but ya get used to it.
Eventually.
[Sniper sits back and returns to cleaning his gun, though he keeps his body language less hunched and closed off so as not to entirely alienate Dexx.]
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I'll be fine
Just as I always am
As I always have been
Resilience isn't measured by how many times we fall
But by how many times we get back up
While the struggle runs deep
And it aches like a chore
I know I'll get back up again
Once more
N.C Harkin
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In the labyrinth of my mind, I navigate the twisting paths of mental anguish, each turn a reminder of the scars left by past wars. Yet, amidst the chaos, a flame of resilience flickers, refusing to be extinguished. Through exhausted nights and weary days, I learn to embrace my pain, not as a weakness, but as a source of strength. With each hurdle I overcome, I forge a deeper understanding of my own resilience, finding solace in the knowledge that like the phoenix, I possess the capacity to rise again. And as the dawn breaks on a new day, I emerge from the depths of my darkness, a testament to the spirit that dwells within me.
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