So, now that I’m finally getting back into the routine again (including meditation, which I’m re-discovering how to do yet again, that fickle fucker of an art), things feel absolutely spectacular. After ritually cleansing the house on New Year’s Eve and doing a banishing of myself after traveling and drinking for the past few weeks, I ended up just sitting in my chair on Monday in absolute joy. Not doing anything special, just sitting there wrapped in my fleece blanket being utterly happy and content. I was the happiest dingo*. Then I had to go to work, but even then, life still didn’t suck. It’s like this magical stuff makes things awesome by virtue of doing it! Whodathunkit.
Even then, though, I’m still taking it easy; my life is mostly spent in front of computers and not crystals, after all, and I consider my Work to be my actual work, fun and enlightening as it is. And, as much as I’ve been talking, these goals I’ve set out for myself are long-term goals or simply gradual things without immediately measurable progress. This makes Deb’s most recent prompt for the New Year, New You project kind of awkward, if not flat-out tough for me. Basically, the prompt this week is to treat yourself to something nice, as a reward for doing what’s already been done for the NYNY project and as an incentive for doing more. “It doesn’t have to be anything really expensive or even super time consuming,” quoth Deb.
The thing is, I don’t particularly feel like I’ve done much to begin with, beyond get back into my routine. I feel like the work, little enough as it’s been, is only just beginning. Still, I suppose the little victories count just as much, and I’m known for looking back on huge projects and thinking that they were nothing or barely a trifle anyway. At this point, geeky or obsessed though it may make me sound, I think the best way for me to relax during this is to simply keep reading. I mean, it’s not exactly active work, it’s relaxing, and it’s still helping me get my Work done in the long run. It might be cheating, but whatever (FORGIVE ME DEB). If I absolutely have to indulge in something (tsk, I mean, gosh, if I have to), then it’s going to be that extra bottle of sangria I have in my fridge while I work from home tomorrow.
Aaanyway…in other news, I added a new section to the site on prayers (you can see it in the navbar above). I separated out the current prayer articles from the Rituals section and made it its own, since, with the addition of the newly-added Prayer of Thanksgiving, I didn’t want to overwhelm the pages actually focused on rituals. Also, I’m churning out articles on geomancy oh-so-slowly under the Skills page, so check back periodically and see what’s new there.
* I hang out with furries a lot, and my fursona is a dingo. I and others occasionally refer to myself as such. With enough gin, I bite (hard). And yes, I eat babies.
UPDATE (1/4/2012): Okay, I also found a cheap jewelry sale online and got myself a stainless steel ring for cheap. You have NO IDEA how difficult it is to find subtle black men’s rings.
Reading is totes okay if there’s sangria even if it’s “school” work. ;). Funny you should mention dingoes, after my first psycho bf I said If I could have him eaten alive by a pack of flaming dingoes it still wouldn’t be enough. It was there I learned that revenge can be a dodgy business because nothing is ever enough in some cases.
” It’s like this magical stuff makes things awesome by virtue of doing it! Whodathunkit.”