Social Media = Toxicity

I've been off of Facebook as far as posting & hours of perusing goes for a few months now, but every so often I will throw something out there to let the friends & family know that I'm still kicking. Recently, I posted kind of a joke post after reading what some friends & family put on their social media in terms of super personal stuff, because some of what I read was disturbing, like, oh, man, don't tell everybody THAT! I wrote, "Celebrating another year of keeping my personal business off of Facebook," and boy did I get some nutso responses from that! None who had unkind things to say posted to my page, they snuck around the back way and gave it their best on Messenger -- and were promptly ignored, blocked, and deleted. Why? Because it was a joke! And it wasn't hurting anybody, not really, anyway, and definitely not the person or persons to whom it was in response because those narcissists never think those things are about them anyway  . . . bottom line, social media is toxic soup best eaten with a slotted spoon. 

So, nothing of great note happening here. Recovering from hibernation and being released from the perils of zombification, I woke to discover that I am buried under student evaluations, which arrived just in time to become thwarted by a g-damn cold. The Universe is wise and always gives us what we want, right? I have to accept that what I wanted deep down into the depths of my heart was more time to rest. Now I'm up and running -- well, shuffling -- again. I went off to clean up the mess in the studio and only got so far as the bench and poked through a couple of experimental perfumes that were started in the fall. At least I got my chair cleaned off (to sit and poke through the bench . . . ) The studio is my happy place, and I love spending time in there, but lately, as in the past couple of years, it's been difficult to relax into the work because of all of the effing intrusions. There is literally a sign on the door stating "F Off! I'm working!" and it stops absolutely no one from poking in their heads to say, "Oh, there you are." 

This is the end of another winter spent hitting the 'buy now' button on rare and exotic scentastic supplies, none of which have been touched except for a quick sniff followed by a toss onto the bench, so there is a lot of work to do in sorting, cataloging, and then creating things of great olfactory significance. Ha! 

The writing, ugh, the writing. It is coming along, and I'm very nearly done with it, but I have such reservations about it. Is it too much? Not enough? Too repetitive? I'm constantly making notes and editing old work done months ago, and I wish I had someone trustworthy to show it to who would give me an honest assessment of the work before it goes public, but . . . 

Oh! I can't remember if I told you about this or not, but I ordered some labdanum resin from Rocky & Rose in Portugal that I'm completely addicted to! It's not super musky, animalic, and dark like most labdanum resin can be, it's fresh, green, smells of pine forests and cold mountain air. I'm pretty sure they're on Etsy. Go check them out. 

NOT Rocky & Rose labdanum. My front camera on my phone doesn't work so I'm recycling an old poo-shaped labdanum photo here -- enjoy!