Chibi Durga will still cut a bitch.[/caption]I had promised pictures and mood boards for Mondays, but I just realized I want to do for Mondays is get to talk about whatever I want to talk about, even if there's zero connection to magic/occultism/Paganism/whatever. Because, while I am a . . .Worker (so far that's my current label), that's only part of my day. And I've been blogging for a long time now. A really long time if we want to start from Diaryland* where I seemed to only have a tenuous relationship with the English language, how money works and My Mother Is the Root of All Evil Ever. Ever. (Hilariously, I now actually feel guilty about being such a little bitch about poor Fran who did her best to try to raise my sister and I not to be feral).
So sometimes, I run out of things to say. Because I've said a lot of things over the years. And sometimes it's also a matter of being pre-occupied with non magical related things. It would be awesome if you thought that high woo ritual was part of my daily practice and I'm constantly doing magic and you should tell me that's how you in fact see me should we ever meet, but it's a total lie. Sometimes, I don't even manage japa. Or magically cleaning my house. Or lighting one single tealight in my tiny hearth. There's often epic flailing is what I'm trying to say. I don't really have any big dictates from my gods requiring this or that and sometimes that's awesome and sometimes that means nothing gets done ever. (Ever.)
* I'm starting a project on Tumblr where I will be posting old journal entries that I posted on this day however many years ago. I want to see how much I can make myself squirm with embarrassment and shame. Also, to see how I've changed, besides improved spelling and grammar. And laugh at myself a little. Because, why not?