Why is it that coming back from vacation always feels far more tiring than before vacation? This week has been full of work, and catching up with other things (like a professional self-education project that’s got an April 16th deadline.)
On top of that, I’ve been feeling somewhat stuck and therefore crabby in the ongoing job search, and as with many reasonably self-aware witches of my acquaintance, am trying to figure out which things I could be doing better, which ones I’m okay at, and whether magical or ritual work might actually help any of these. (The last one, naturally, is what makes it ‘witches’ of my acquaintance, rather than ‘people’)
My weekend, however, promises slightly more sanity: after some schedule conniptions, I have tonight free, am gaming tomorrow (after a walk with a friend), and have Sunday to work on a couple of larger projects (some form design for Pagan Pride Day, for example) before a new moon ritual in the evening.
Of course, there’s a lot of other miscellaneous tasks in there, too – I’ve got to go food shopping tonight for food for both tomorrow and Sunday (pepperoni, and a small chicken to roast) and I need to start a loaf of bread for ritual and so on and so forth. But I can also look forward to a nice long bath by candlelight, and reading, and good company, and those always improve my world.
More content forthcoming, maybe this weekend, maybe early next week.