On Suspension of Disbelief, and the Lengths We'll Go to Get Some

I keep starting posts and not finishing posts, attempting to edit and polish them into something beautiful, then leaving them forgotten in "drafts" for months.

This isn't even a metaphor for my life. It is just my life.

So today I sat in bed in what felt like the wee hours but was, in fact, not (thanks, blackout curtains!), attempting to summon the courage to join the world.

When Nothing is True and Nothing is Permitted (or, getting out of a nasty energetic spiral, with Parks and Rec references)

Note: This post is a month old. It's been sitting in my drafts. In the interest of posting anything, ever, I am going for it.

I gave a reading to a friend at the last Full Moon Shenanigans (a name I came up with months ago that has fortunately? unfortunately? stuck). The 10 of Wands*. The 8 of Disks. When you feel blocked, I said, slow down. Don't stop.

Wait, she responds. That's a *thing*?

I could walk instead of run?

The Card of the Day is the Priestess

The card of the day is the Priestess. It's delivered via an Android widget that automatically refreshes at midnight, forecasting new fresh hell as I stare at my phone, scrolling into the wee hours through posts I've read or ignored several times already, willing myself to put the fucking thing down and go the fuck to sleep. But sleep brings dreams, and dreams bring contemplation, and contemplation holds very. difficult. questions.