I’m sorry for the terrible gif quality. I know that someone else– someone who knows what they’re doing– will make a lovely gif set in the morning, but right now, it’s the middle of the night, so you’re stuck with me. I needed to make these because I needed to hear it so badly, and I thought maybe some of you did, too.
I didn’t realize how badly I needed to hear it, I think. It’s 3:30 am, I’m supposed to teach a bunch of 14-year-olds in five hours, and I haven’t even fully looked over the lesson plan. My house is a mess. My finances are a mess. I’m a mess.
But I’m doing fine. And so are you.
Usually this is the part where I’d write an emotional novel that uses an excessive amount of italics and semicolons, but you guys are probably sick to death of that. So, instead, I’m going to provide links to a few of the posts where I talk about how Mark changed my life. That’s just in case he happens to stumble upon this, or one of you lovely people has some time to kill and wants to read about some mundane miracles in the life of a girl with a silly, teeny ponytail.
Here’s one of the many posts where I talk about how Mark single-handedly saved my career with some words of encouragement after I nearly quit.
Here’s the one where I talk about how his community helped me raise the funds to cremate my dog Max, who was my best friend.
And, on a lighter note, here’s the video/post that is definitive proof that Mark helped me get my confidence back– me being an idiot onstage at one of his shows.
Thanks, @markiplier. I’m proud of you, and I hope one day I can do something so spectacular that you’ll be proud of me as well.
I love you all, owlets. Remember, we’re all gonna be okay.
You’re doing fine.