the past week was not good for me. my head was just in a place that was not good.
my lovely idea of coming home Friday nights, shower, pjs, wine, and Tom Hiddleston got shot to hell by Marvel. now it’s gonna be Wednesday morning and Tom Hiddleston.
i have been reading Utterly Wicked: Hexes, Curses, and Other Unsavory Notions by Dorothy Morrison. it has been giving me ideas and i’m excited about that.
the thing that is kinda getting to me is the lack of writing. i just don’t have any ideas i want to put down on paper. and even if i throw out the idea of a short story, still nothing.
Grow my business. I did get some business last month. And tomorrow I get paid!
Write 52 blog posts. This post will see me at 79% done!
Read 3 books. Read 4 books. Read 5 books. Standstill.
Develop a daily practice/meditation and set up an ancestral altar. Shadow work. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I make goals and try and something just don’t go. Maybe this is shadow work.
Crochet. I am crocheting when I’m watching TV. I am making rounds on a project so, there is some forward motion on that.
Write. Yeah, I don’t know about this anymore. I don’t think I have any creativity in me anymore. I get ideas but, in long-form, nerp. And then I thought of poetry and nerp there. I don’t have words anymore.
Improve my body. Ok, right now I am down 9.8 lbs, beating the shit out of THIS month’s goal, on day 4. I want to start working out, so there is that mini-goal of the month.
Overall, I am not moving as forwards as I want to. Steps in some places, nothing in others. Not moving forwards doesn’t mean that I am moving backward. Treading water is still moving, just moving in place
