Stuffed post.

I have just received two more of my “My Little Pony” Build a Bear stuffed ponies. They will be added to an ever growing collection. The two new ponies are from the MLP movie. When I get them stuffed and ready, I will share a picture of this collection.

I have gotten more than a few strange looks these last 7 years over my love of the “My Little Pony” show. I have gotten even more strange looks from being in the furry fandom for over 20 years. I have weathered them all with an understanding of being different. I have never felt the need to change. Why should I change what I like and enjoy because you are uncomfortable with what I like and enjoy. I don’t shove my fandoms in people’s faces so you are free to ignore me. I would rather you ask questions and try and understand.

I would have to say I have been an ambassador to those fandoms for a long time. Quite a few people have come to me with questions or to seek my opinion on my fandoms. I have never backed down from answering honest questions. I feel privileged that people trust me enough to ask about them. It gives me great joy seeing others who knew nothing about these fandoms show interest. If not interest, at least the understanding of why i, and others, enjoy them.

Stuffed therapy is also in that vein of being weird. I have been a proud advocate for this self therapy that I have seen help others. I have work panels, sat privately with people, even started a blog on trying to help people. Having something big or small, round or thin, fuzzy and soft near you when you need it. That little totem that grounds you.

Your stuffed little therapy.

And mine as well.

Find things that make you happy. Share that happiness with others. Improve yourself and then help others improve themselves. Share your love and passions.

#hugapony my friends.

One days fall.

I wish I had better news. I have had a day that lasted an eternity. I was caught today in such a bind that I was in a chair for 2 hours not moving or speaking.

I just shut down.

I hadn’t done that in a year. I managed to get out of the chair, crawl to the bed and curl up in a blanket and Fluttershy and just be. I shut my brain down and I just could not handle anything else.

A reset.

I hope.

PS This time, I am not doing better. I am still trying to recover from yet another friend (one of my closest) dropping a bomb on me.How much can one man take? I know my limits and I am beyond them. How much more is there to go?

Short pony post!

So my lovely wife bought me a new plush a while back. It was a flutterbat (taken from an episode where fluttershy is changed to flutterbat) and it is GLORIOUS!

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Her hair is soft plush and her ears are perfect. It might just be my new favorite plush.

I will say, finding the right plush for you is not an easy one. Because this is a very personal decision to use it as therapy,  I would recommend either feeling the plush or getting a couple until you find the right one.

Hug a pony my friends!

Storms on the horizon.

A storm of despair is brewing for me at work. Hours cut, budgets slashed, everyone in crisis mode. My strength is going to be tested. I will need my family dearly, and my plushies close. I fear that this will be a bad time. I look at this though with some hope as I can see this one coming. The storms I can prepare for are always easier for me. I work hard at improving myself and I am doing better at dealing with the ones that pop up. I have also looked into changing my horizons. Those far off dreams that seem out of reach in my mind, are now not so far. Touching that glimpse of greatness that I can be has been a tremendous encouragement for me.

I spent a good 20 minutes with my Big Shy plush yesterday after work. It still amazes me that it can stem off headaches and calm me down. Some people have told me how strange it is, but my response is still the same. If it works, but looks strange, why would you care. It helps me and that is all that matters.

Hug a pony my friends.