I Be That Very Witch

I started writing a post on Sunday evening - and it was going to be about magic and lifting weights and how great my new job is. Because my new job kicks so much ass, I can barely contain it. ✨ But I just read a Facebook post that hit really close to home; a post about mental illness and showering.  And it was so relatable, because the first thing that slips when my depression is creeping, is showering; more specifically, washing my hair.  Washing, combing, brushing...after all, it's so easy to toss it in a ponytail or a bun, and use my energy for more productive things - getting my kiddo to school, doing my best at work, and being present for my family in the evenings. I love doing these things, and at the end of the day, I don't care if my hair is shower fresh or not. I've utilized my faculties to keep my world in order. Showering is an afterthought.  I keep generally clean - nothing gets fungal - but if it wasn't for Daddy telling me to jump in the shower...

I am an impatient fool. To quote Queen, "I want it all, and I want it now." 👑 But everything takes time. I am in relentless pursuit of some semblance of definition. I want abs, just once, just long enough to take a picture for evidence. #NoFilter Scrolling through fitness accounts online, it looks like any fitchick was bestowed abs with their first pair of Gymshark leggings. A magical package deal. 🎁 Maybe that's the catch - I don't wear leggings by Gymshark. Or Nebbia. Or Better Bodies. Or Stronger. Or Aimin. Have you seen what these things cost??? 🤦🏻‍♀️ All joking aside, I would rather believe that it's because I am no longer in my 20's, and after 30, life in general gets more challenging. 🤷🏻‍♀️ So, have I missed the boat on having an enviable midsection? My inner critic makes efforts to remind me of this, but wiser and more experienced people keep providing evidence to the contrary.  It's possible, it just gets more difficult to achieve.  ...

"Once upon a time, there was a caloric deficit..." This is how my weekend sounds.  The long weekend in October is Canada's 'Thanksgiving', but since colonization has caused no end of problems for North America's Indigenous peoples, I'm going to call this weekend "Foodmageddon Before Christmas", or FBC.  Just a general life update, I've been at home, applying for jobs, and scheduling interviews. It's been a good week, and I have been doing a great job of sticking to my caloric deficit and keeping my protein up. I weighed in yesterday morning at 172.6 pounds. Just for fun, I've attached my weight entries from the last month, just to demonstrate that weight loss is nowhere near linear.  Yesterday evening was FBC dinner #1.  At my brother's request, mom made a full turkey dinner. It was AWESOME. It has been the running joke for...30 years or something...that my brother and I fight over the stuffing, though I am happy to let him have a...

Karma has human hands. This is one of my core beliefs when it comes to practicing my craft. Sometimes she needs a little help from the fleshy ones to move her retribution along. Don't misunderstand - karma is a neutral force, and so I like to offer my hands in assistance for blessing, as well as curse. I will send out 100 well wishes for every hex I cast (that's totally conjecture; I have never actually counted), but when it's called for, I will call upon what's needed in order to "return the ass-kicking". I am a hexy little minx. 😼 Witches curse for any number of reasons; and many don't curse, at all. Some traditions don't include cursing, and that's fair. Wicca leaves actions to the rule of three, and that's okay, it's for them. I am not a Wiccan. I don't belong to any one particular tradition. I like to borrow from all over, which means that I am as likely to call on Hecate as I am to invoke Baron Samedi or Santa Mu...

Every once in many moons, the universe sends you a very heavily disguised gift. My gift has come in the form of my suddenly needing to find a new job. Being let go is an interesting experience. You sit in a small room, with someone who informs you quite matter of factly, that you are being terminated.  I'm not a hysterical person. My response was "Okay." I was told that I looked shocked, but that I was taking it well, in the moment.  That the situation would sink in, and that I might react, later on. What's the point in having an explosive response? Why cry over it? Choices have been made, and so it is. I do not possess the skills required for finance. Parting procedures were explained, I was given information. My items were packed, and I was walked to the door. I said "thank you" and "goodbye". I got in my car, called my husband to let him know that I was coming home, and why. I drove home, clear headed, and immediately creati...