oh look, i went backwards with my goals this week.
theses last 2 weeks, i have dropped the ball with moving forward.
the cards, all the cards, even those who are reading for me, keep saying the same thing.
i am not putting myself first. i keep putting others and other things in front of what i want/need/everything.
i have next weekend off, the whole weekend off, just to myself. i don’t want to waste it.
and i don’t want to waste tomorrow. i made a list of things i want to get done. i don’t think i can do the whole list, but i can make a good dent into it.
i’ve spent the day, running all over, getting oil change, car inspected, ad my fucking tags.
i fucking adulted today!
and i switch out my heavy hoodie for my thinner hoodie. its this a sign of real spring?
and then i remember a part of why i love fall.
fall is a transitive season, going from hot to cold with lots of wind and ups and downs. spring is the same way.
and i am ready for it. i am ready for spring and warmer weather.
and maybe that’s my head space problem. maybe i’m getting my own version of SAD, when the season won’t change and i need them to change.
i think i am getting better, if only a bit. i need to do more cards, i need to read, i need to crochet.
i need to work on my 2022 goals!
dear amer,
i know how you are because i am you. so, let’s talk about it.
this is week two of me being in a bad head space. it started last week, before the winter storm hit. and i thought once i got home and slept in my own bed, that would cure me.
i thought a day off would cure me.
i thought working with Pat would cure me.
so, nothing right now is working or curing me or anything.
what’s a witch to do?
i know i need to take a shower, and this will be one of deep cleaning, with the scrubbing and extra conditioner.
and then some wine and tv.
and tomorrow, on my day off, is a day full of running errands.
no rest for the wicked.
lay my weary head to rest.
don't you cry no more…
