I got back into LA yesterday, ate endless meat for lunch with a friend, then slept for 17 hours. The week home was long and I’m thankful to be back where I feel I belong. Flying into LAX reminded me I lived in LA more than the actual living in LA part. The best part of my visit was spending time with my brother. He got me sick with all the kissing and hugging, but it’s cool. We slept together for three nights and I missed that a lot. I’m patiently awaiting the day he’s back under my care and I’m sure he is, too. Next year will have to be the most productive year I’ve had yet.
Steph and I spent a night in the Smokies, relaxing and reading magic rune cards. We both did six-card spreads, the six cards representing different parts of our body. My headspace for the next year was the “Is” or “ice” card. All my cards were upright – my chakras are aligned, hoe – but even so this card represented: deceit, hidden purposes, lies, treachery, stealth, ambush, plot, betrayal, paralysis of will, impotence, inability to act, blindness to approaching disaster, “a cunning and beautiful woman.” A lot of these I’m okay with. I’ve been on my ice princess bullshit at the end of this year and I want to carry some of that into the next year. But a lot of these are warning signs. The image represented by this card was a “dead fish trapped in a frozen waterfall.” I told Steph the fish represented my dreams of being a writer and she laughed.
My other cards will remain a secret between me, my journal, and Steph. 10/10 would recommend you do some spoopy things like this at the end or beginning of the year to get in touch with your spirits. Yes, it’s not real, blah blah blah. But isn’t it fun, anyways? And if it can reveal something to you, read your receipts and spill scalding tea all over ya damn self, then why not?
I hope the holidays were good to you. Holidays, especially the holidays after Halloween, are kind of ass in my opinion. They’ve never felt like much fun to me. All the Christmases I can recall have been lonely and tiring. Do I have to wait for people to die off before I can start enjoying my Christmases? At least in this next year, I hope to get my money game right. Maybe I’ll fall in love. Maybe I won’t. The priority is still on myself, but I’m going to have less fun and more goals. For the last few days of this year, let me continue to gorge! Just a little.
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