Wow. So it’s been some time since I last wrote to y’all out there in cyberland. I have been pretty active on my Instagram account, learning tarot, picking up a new hobby or four, and just generally bringing as much joy as I can in a world that is still locked in a pandemic and trying to figure out a new normal.
So what have I been up to in the last year? It’s hard to condense in one short blog post, but I’m going to give it a shot.
I moved out of the green house. Olivia the cat found an amazing new home, as both Wolfgang and I were not able to find a place she could be with us. Her new family absolutely loves her and she’s doing great.
I lived on couches for a while because the housing market in my area went from a renter’s market to a seller’s/buyer’s market really quickly when tons more people went virtual with their jobs and all of a sudden those with the big tech money could live in our idyllic little town, 90 miles from a major city.
Wolfgang got his first tattoo. I got
five seven more.
I moved into the most amazing house I’ve ever lived in, with a chandelier and curvy staircases and a whole mess of instant new friends. I found a home for me, my plants, my books and my attitude as a newly-single lady.
I worked a craft fair with Papa and MamaCakes and nobody died. I even sold a few things I made.
I did lots and lots and lots and lots of therapy. I did lots and lots and lots of meditation and self improvement and baking. I started planting a garden.
I started researching my ancestors. I learned about the wild things the women (and some of the men) in my family have done. I embraced the strong maternal line I descend from.
I started reading books again, an enjoyable past time I had abandoned when life got too hard. I started taking meds for my anxiety, and watched my whole world open up for the first time in my life. I felt put together for the first time in my life.
I pet all the animals that were safe to pet, I took long luxurious naps in a W hotel room. I made new friends. I lost some friends. I went to Utah.
I stopped caring what other people think, or how living my truth might make other people feel. I started exploring my “shadow self” and really examining the trauma and wild things I’ve survived in my life. I hugged myself and stopped punishing myself.
But overall, I’ve morphed into a bigger, brighter, louder (if possible), more genuine, more colorful version of myself.
And I am ready to write some more, so stay tuned for more blog posts about food (I’ll finally share some recipes!) and self care, maybe a little therapy, some tarot/witchy stuff, and I’ll even talk about my (many many) hobbies.
Thanks for reading, and thanks for being here.