filthy hamster. Also likely on deck for you: the natural disasters you call your children, trying to lose weight, trying to get ahead in your career, trying not to eat like you are actively trying to slowly kill yourself, exercise so your heart keeps ticking and you calm the hell down, creative endeavors and, oh yeah, you're supposed to have some kind of magical/spiritual practice so you don't bang your own head against a wall until you stop moving/can get ahead on all of the above/ have some vague semblance of internal peace that does not look like a shipwreck/insert your own completely unique manic pixie dream girl reasons here. I don't care.So, since Momma has been super stressed as usual because I need to craft All the Things for my show on Sunday so I can pay for medication that enables me to continue yelling at you, we just upgraded our ancient system at work which required me to do so much freaking reconciliation that if it was a marriage, I would have long since left for a pack of cigarettes as well as: the usual fuckery I call my social life, writing, signing contracts, trying not to eat like a savage and do yoga twice a week so I don't snap and start killing. . .(Namaste.) I'm going to go out on a dangerous limb here. I'm going to assume that if you've been reading me for any length of time, you also are either a type A psycho like me or you are trying to pick up the useful aspects of it without sending yourself into hyperspace a la Mona from Pretty Little Liars.
Okay.
I am also going to assume (and here is where I hear the branch start to break) that you are actively working on unfucking your situation and getting that much closer to leading the life you actually want to live. Possibly . . .through using glamour. (snap)
Let's divide the class into thirds:
Filthy Hamsters who haven't made any actual steps in getting closer to achieving their own Great Work: People. Seriously? What . . .what are we doing here? Why are we even still in this relationship together? I think we need to go on a break until you figure out what your Great Work is and then break it down into bite sized pieces and then! This is going to be where it gets crazy! Actually fucking do the bite sized pieces, sport. Keep doing them until they do something.
Somewhat Smug Apple Polishers who have done some of the mundane work and done some of the magical work and aren't where they need to be yet: Okay. Here's the real trick. Do you feel like you could throw up in your own mouth at any given time when you think about how many of your bite sized pieces you still have to do? Do you feel seasick from shaking up your internal ant farm so hard? Do you regularly question why you're doing this? Do you have no idea how you will actually actualize any of this crazy shit you decided you needed? Okay. You're in the middle of the forest. You need to evaluate your bite sized steps and your Great Work and make sure you are still synched up with what you wanted in the beginning of this debacle. Here's a hint: Some of it shouldn't be at this point. Like, I thought I could cobble together a living through my craft business and writing. Um, wrong. Re-evaluate. My larger goals? Still on point. Now when you are the most tired, the most worn down, the least motivated you need to pull an actual rabbit out of your hat. Hit the mundane work even harder and start using glamour for God's sake. Like, what's the point of having a stake in your purse if you don't use it when vampires attack? Use. It.