Sitting here, I have to wonder when I let things get so... routine. So ordinary. It used to be, I'd wake up and question what kinds of adventures I could have that day. But now, I just sit here and think about when the next time I work is, or what I'd rather do more on my days off: catch up on sleep or clean the apartment? Even my art has reached a point of blandness... I lack inspiration and everything I create is missing the spark that makes it stand out. Things are going well, of course. My life has turned around and I'm climbing back up the slope that I tumbled so far down. But what satisfaction will it hold if I don't have something interesting to turn my attentions to?
Just ranting... be well, my lovelies. And may you each celebrate this Samhain with the wild abandoned it deserves. Be blessed in your journeys.