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I'm neurodivergent as well as disabled and "10 minute blocking" has changed my life.

I find completing tasks really challenging because I either get super overwhelmed, distracted, or my pain/fatigue levels rise too much and I get defeated.

So I recently introduced the 10 Minute Block rule. It's super simple. I simply pick one thing I need to do, set a timer usually for 10 mins (+/- 5 mins depending on fatigue/pain levels) and then go go go! And I try and do as much of that one thing as I can within the time limit. The rule is that I have to stop after 10 minutes.

If I feel spurred on after the 10 mins is up, then I'm free to start another 10 minute block (either to carry on with the same task or start a new one) and do this repeatedly for as long as I wish, but I absolutely must stop after each block and assess how my body is doing and finish blocking when my body tells me to.

If I am feeling defeated or tired or whatever after 10 mins, even if the task isn't finished, I stop. I rest, congratulate myself on doing those 10 minutes, and then find something fun/restorative to do instead without feeling guilty.

It's really improved my perceived perception of productivity as well as taught me how to pace my body better.

I don't know if this will be helpful to any of you, but it's something that I wish I'd known about sooner and has helped me so I thought I'd share it.

You promised— He always liked to think that Earendil hated him. It made it easier, somehow. To push back the grief and the guilt and the filthiness that clung to his bones. But his nephew was constantly in his presence, laughing and chattering like a little bird. And Maeglin hated himself all the more for what he had done.

Day 4: Earendil & Maeglin for @nolofinweanweek

this was a great read. “Laziness Does Not Exist” by Devon Price

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The Mariner

Éowyn  by  Eleni Tsami

The Kings of the Noldor do not cut their hair so long as they reign. But before taking the throne, each king-to-be cuts his hair in mourning for his predecessor.

Elven hair grows very, very slowly.

Finwë dies surrounded by an ocean of raven-dark hair, spilling around him as blood. Gil-galad's ankle-length hair smolders as fine silver ribbons tossed into fire.

Fingolfin, riding to Morgoth's gate with fire in his eyes, tucks his dark waist-length braid into helm.

Turgon's dark braids fail just over his shoulders as he takes up his great-sword for the last time. Fingon's curls, too short to braid, spill out of his helm fall in his eyes, sticking his bloodied cheeks.

Fëanor had cut his hair unusually short in mourning of his beloved father; had hewed messily at the braids until his scalp was visible through the uneven tufts of hair. It looks much the same when he dies, the bald spots barely covered.

Morgoth cannot cut Maedhros's hair when he captures him, for Maedhros has already done the job himself.

Fëanor was the mightiest in skill of word and of hand, more learned than his brothers; his spirit burned as a flame ⁜