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It's rather surreal to me that I was at the beach just two days ago, and it was hot and the ocean felt wonderful. Now, it's chilly out enough to warrant wearing a sweatshirt, heh. My fingers are damn cold, but I think that probably has more to do with the fact that I have awful circulation.
So. Mabon. Yes. I don't know, I was a bit disappointed. I mean, things went pretty much as they had been meant to, but it wasn't as smooth as planned and there were a couple setbacks/mistakes. I'm thinking it may have been too elaborate for PODS. Well, okay, maybe it's not so much the case that it was too elaborate; maybe it's more the fact that we didn't plan for the chaos of the group as much as we probably should have. There were things that should have been considered that weren't (and I'm also going to concede the point that merriment shouldn't have been ritualized in the fashion that it was; in the future, the circle will be closed before anything else happens). But, hey, this is part of the learning process, right? I mean, I did Imbolg this year, and Sarah and I were involved in the last minute (I'm still a bit "grr" about the fact that it had to be last minute, btw) planning of this past Beltaine, but both of those rituals were executed under completely different circumstances. I'm not sure why I thought this one would go as those did. I mean, the craziness of last Mabon should have been a clue. Meh, oh well; lesson learned, I guess!
Since then, there's been the beach, of course, and more N64 than I have ever played in my life. See, it was big at the same time as the original PlayStation, and my parents were like, "you can't have both. Choose one." I chose the PlayStation. So now I can kick everyone's asses on PS games old and new, but I suck hardcore at the classics that are MarioKart 64 and Super Smash Brothers (the controls on this game make me want to hit things!). But, well, that certainly hasn't stopped me from attempting to go head-to-head with Steve and Scott and losing miserably every time, now has it? Ha!
Man. I felt like I had something truly important to say, but now I'm drawing a blank. Guess I really just felt like writing.
Blah. Ya know, I drive myself nuts being afraid of just jotting down nonsense. I drive myself nuts rethinking my words, fearing that what I say might not be "smart" enough. Trying really hard to stop caring, trying really hard. So, well. I'll just hope that tomorrow I'm a little less afraid, eh?
So. Mabon. Yes. I don't know, I was a bit disappointed. I mean, things went pretty much as they had been meant to, but it wasn't as smooth as planned and there were a couple setbacks/mistakes. I'm thinking it may have been too elaborate for PODS. Well, okay, maybe it's not so much the case that it was too elaborate; maybe it's more the fact that we didn't plan for the chaos of the group as much as we probably should have. There were things that should have been considered that weren't (and I'm also going to concede the point that merriment shouldn't have been ritualized in the fashion that it was; in the future, the circle will be closed before anything else happens). But, hey, this is part of the learning process, right? I mean, I did Imbolg this year, and Sarah and I were involved in the last minute (I'm still a bit "grr" about the fact that it had to be last minute, btw) planning of this past Beltaine, but both of those rituals were executed under completely different circumstances. I'm not sure why I thought this one would go as those did. I mean, the craziness of last Mabon should have been a clue. Meh, oh well; lesson learned, I guess!
Since then, there's been the beach, of course, and more N64 than I have ever played in my life. See, it was big at the same time as the original PlayStation, and my parents were like, "you can't have both. Choose one." I chose the PlayStation. So now I can kick everyone's asses on PS games old and new, but I suck hardcore at the classics that are MarioKart 64 and Super Smash Brothers (the controls on this game make me want to hit things!). But, well, that certainly hasn't stopped me from attempting to go head-to-head with Steve and Scott and losing miserably every time, now has it? Ha!
Man. I felt like I had something truly important to say, but now I'm drawing a blank. Guess I really just felt like writing.
Blah. Ya know, I drive myself nuts being afraid of just jotting down nonsense. I drive myself nuts rethinking my words, fearing that what I say might not be "smart" enough. Trying really hard to stop caring, trying really hard. So, well. I'll just hope that tomorrow I'm a little less afraid, eh?