5 hours ago
Lucy felt the need to grow up. There were things she was capable of, things she could and should do. She wanted to be a part of the Artemis. That came with responsibilities. Lucy’s emotions scared her. That cauldron of negativity that occasionally bubbled up in her. She needed to listen better to the positive reinforcement that Aeryn was giving her.
Lucy was haunted by her past mistakes and the loss of the woman who had saved her life. Sure it seemed easier and less emotionally expensive to hide from everyone and everything, but there was a spectrum of colours and a wealth of experiences to be found if you stepped out from your supposed comfort zone. Nihilism and pessimism weren’t the right way to go about life.
“I want to be better than what I’ve been. I need to put in the work. I can do this.”
Lucy considered her mug, then drained it. It wasn’t terrible, but it would have been better earlier.
“A good toolbox isn’t all the same tool, but so many jobs can be done with a good variety of tools, if that is the right metaphor.”
She needed to put that raccoon with the crowbar in its place. Lucy wasn’t a pacifist, but she knew she needed to stop hiding when she could do more by helping. It was about knowing. Things like when a hug was a good response and when it was better to assess the reality of a situation.
The crew had been through the wringer and wallowing in her own self pity wasn’t the right response. She didn’t think that she was a good team member, but being there for someone else was the start. Even if it was just being present. If she could make her aptitude for chaos a force for good she could do better. She also hoped she could nullify it, as it wasn’t always helpful.
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Lucy was haunted by her past mistakes and the loss of the woman who had saved her life. Sure it seemed easier and less emotionally expensive to hide from everyone and everything, but there was a spectrum of colours and a wealth of experiences to be found if you stepped out from your supposed comfort zone. Nihilism and pessimism weren’t the right way to go about life.
“I want to be better than what I’ve been. I need to put in the work. I can do this.”
Lucy considered her mug, then drained it. It wasn’t terrible, but it would have been better earlier.
“A good toolbox isn’t all the same tool, but so many jobs can be done with a good variety of tools, if that is the right metaphor.”
She needed to put that raccoon with the crowbar in its place. Lucy wasn’t a pacifist, but she knew she needed to stop hiding when she could do more by helping. It was about knowing. Things like when a hug was a good response and when it was better to assess the reality of a situation.
The crew had been through the wringer and wallowing in her own self pity wasn’t the right response. She didn’t think that she was a good team member, but being there for someone else was the start. Even if it was just being present. If she could make her aptitude for chaos a force for good she could do better. She also hoped she could nullify it, as it wasn’t always helpful.
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