Short
Today I haven't much time to sit and dwell on my Otherness, nor to reminisce about the past. Since I've been doing these posts at work, this day I just don't have the time before I have to get ready for work.
Home life is a joy most days, and all days when I'm able to sit with my little Bubbussh and play with him at home or on the beach - I live a block away from that. =)
The little tyke has 6 teeth now and is nearing his 9th month of age. Since I still breastfeed him, I am constantly getting nipped. At least he hasn't drawn blood, like his older brother did.
As I think on my past and myself, my Otherness has welcoming me back with loving arms. I never completely forgot it, just haven't been able to experience it with the gusto I did in the past. I learned my lesson to not ignore it, nor to block it all of, as I did that one time for a month. After that 4+ weeks, it came pouncing back with a slap in the face, basically telling me, "Do that again, and the rebound will be worse."
I'm still learning how to focus things, with the help of my husband as he tries to teach me about being Wiccan, a religion I've somewhat lived by without really realizing it.
Goddess Bless, it is difficult to ask someone else for guidance, but it is a way to connect to my inner power all the more. I'm just slow in learning, and ever prideful to even think I'd call upon a power beyond my own. I'm not theatrical, so some of the things are hard to do. I'm a mellow person who actually tries not to have too much fun, as when I do, I have a time of personal hardship as depression comes along to weigh down the elation I might have felt earlier. Annoying. It makes me a boring person at times... heck, most times.
*sigh*
Time to go.
Home life is a joy most days, and all days when I'm able to sit with my little Bubbussh and play with him at home or on the beach - I live a block away from that. =)
The little tyke has 6 teeth now and is nearing his 9th month of age. Since I still breastfeed him, I am constantly getting nipped. At least he hasn't drawn blood, like his older brother did.
As I think on my past and myself, my Otherness has welcoming me back with loving arms. I never completely forgot it, just haven't been able to experience it with the gusto I did in the past. I learned my lesson to not ignore it, nor to block it all of, as I did that one time for a month. After that 4+ weeks, it came pouncing back with a slap in the face, basically telling me, "Do that again, and the rebound will be worse."
I'm still learning how to focus things, with the help of my husband as he tries to teach me about being Wiccan, a religion I've somewhat lived by without really realizing it.
Goddess Bless, it is difficult to ask someone else for guidance, but it is a way to connect to my inner power all the more. I'm just slow in learning, and ever prideful to even think I'd call upon a power beyond my own. I'm not theatrical, so some of the things are hard to do. I'm a mellow person who actually tries not to have too much fun, as when I do, I have a time of personal hardship as depression comes along to weigh down the elation I might have felt earlier. Annoying. It makes me a boring person at times... heck, most times.
*sigh*
Time to go.