Season of the Witch

In the year of our Lord Bowie 2020, it has been shit.

2020 was planned to be a year of reasoning and broadening who I wanted to be. It was a year of becoming better.

It would be a year of living.

*insert pandemic*

Now that I have acceded, during a pandemic, I see things clearer.

I am non-binary. I am asexual. I am a powerful entity that will bring it and fuck your shit up.

I am anger, green and hulking.

I am free of my enemies and declared my home my power base and defend it so.

2020's theme was ~mind/body/soul~. It took from all three.

But.

I. Am. Still. Here.

Here is my declaration for 2021.

~Season of the Witch~

What does this mean? How is it different from ~mind/body/soul~?

~Season of the Witch~ is the hope of setting goals I can achieve. I think too big. I think I can conquer all in a day and still have the energy to party all night.

~Season of the Witch~ is an attempt to be wiser. By setting small goals, I can achieve them and set sights on bigger pictures.

The Goals

Grow my business. 

Write 52 blog posts. 

Read 3 books. 

Develop a daily practice/meditation. 

Set up an ancestral altar. 

Crochet. 

Write. 

Improve my body.

Many are come-overs from ~mind/body/soul~ but more of a smaller focus. This is a smaller net that will catch what I want, without the feeling of failure for not doing ALL THE THINGS.

*takes a shot* Here’s to 2021.