update?

this is not how i thought this month would go.

i still feel that something is holding me back. like, i have depression and it’s not letting me live the life i want.

and on paper, things are good. friends, job, family, things look good.

so why can’t i put down my phone and actually do some fucking work?

i throw cards and it’s the same answer all the time, get up and fucking study.

i cut down on goals for the year because i am trying to get a better focus on who i want to be this year.

i see what the problem is and the laziness comes and gets me and i don’t do anything.

fuck, i don’t even play SIMS right now. that feels like too much work, trying to start up new houses and families.

i use to get my money goals in. not right now i am.

did it start when i crapped out on my posting my cards of the day? i have been trying very hard to get back into that.

let me post this, do a work out (I AM SEEING IZZY IN 15 DAYS I NEED TO LOOK GOOD!!!), and see what the night beings me.

Witchraft XXI

How much is witchcraft woven into my daily life; is this too much, too little or just enough?

 

I’m a witch. I practice witchcraft.

The way I practice, it’s in everything I do.

Last week I made a post saying I was doing ancient magic of cooking hamburgers. The way I shape the ground beef, picking out the seasoning, it’s just a ritual I love to do.

It’s all woven into my life.
 Witchcraft Prompts

Witchcraft XX

When do I feel most magical?

 

October and Halloween, for sure.

And it is all comes together. When I have been plotting something and then that one piece hits me and it all makes sense and I can see it.

Witchcraft Prompts

Witchcraft XIX

How do I see mythological creatures?

 

Real. If not in this world as flesh and blood, then in another world or layer.

They exist in some form.

 Witchcraft Prompts

where have i been?

where have i been?

work is ok, home is ok. after all the stress and bullshit, both came out fine and dandy.

the new floor is almost stripy. it’s great.

one year free. that’s what i keep thinking. i am one year free from all the bullshit that i thought was going to take me out. like a opossum, i am coming back from the dead to hiss at all you fuckers.

Cole is moving back to St. Louis so Colt is the only one left in Springfield. i am worried about him being by himself. i won’t be there till Doomsday and that’s a long ways away.

i want to get back into doing more. i keep saying that i am starting THIS month and then things fall apart. this time i am going to move forward. one year free and i am going to run with that freedom. get back to reading and studying and cleaning. things are fine at home and at work. i am fine. it is time to move forward.