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To be honest, here lately my head space has been a train wreck. Life has gotten overwhelming with kids and bills and struggles that I'm sure everyone has but yet still somehow seems like the end of my world. I have been a practicing witch for the past 5 years off and on. I used to love it, and I would find time for it no matter what outside forces (and inner) were standing in my way. But this time, I just couldn't seem to.
After doing nothing more than just staring at my altars that I had barely used for the past couple months, I made the heartbreaking decision to pack everything away and close the cauldron. I started thinking that maybe it just wasn't meant for me. Nothing I did was working, so why continue? After all, isn't the definition of insanity "doing the same thing numerous times and expecting different results?" Besides that, I didn't have the time to put into it. One thing after another fell into my lap, and it got to the point where it all just began to pile up. I began to think that I had been wasting my time with this "nonsense."
But...what if I've been looking at it all wrong? What if maybe, without realizing it, I started practicing for the wrong reasons? What if, subconsciously, I began to expect it to solve all of my problems? What if this was a lesson to teach me how to balance my material and spiritual life? What if this is my chance to start fresh? What if this isn't the end...but a new beginning?
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