priorities in Each Day
- Feb. 2, 2025, 9:55 p.m.
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The dumpster fire that is our world is taking up so much mental space. Everyone is worried, it doesn’t matter what side of the border you’re on. I am so sad for the average American. But I’m PISSED for Canadians. We didn’t vote for this shit, but we’re being dragged into it regardless.
And our own politics are up in the air, with a prorogued government, a party election coming, a Federal election after that. And yeah, sure I’m not supposed to have an opinion on things, but let me tell you, if you are voting against your fellow citizens, there’s something fucking wrong with you.
Last night I made the mistake of reading some headlines while high and couldn’t get it out of my head that I was going to wake up in some new hellscape. Except the hellscape is going to take some time to develop. Further. Develop further.
As always, home is so good. I’m really settling into my art room, and my bedroom is so much cozier than I could have hoped. I bought a hammock for my stuffies, because I still can’t get rid of them, and it hangs in the far corner of the room. So now, when you stand at the door and look into the left corner, the antique waterfall dresser with round mirror , is angled to reflect the window back to the doorway. Beside that is my bed, with a very art deco headboard in cream velvet. On the other side is an antique waterfall night stand, on which is my Jack stained glass lamp, a small box from Thailand, and a picture of my parents and my sister on the day of her undergraduation. Above the night stand is the stuffie hammock. Beside the bed is the window, covered by soft pink velvet curtains. At the foot of the bed is my closet, covered by two soft linen-like curtains, also soft pink. The walls are a pale coral, and the wall behind the bed is a warm soft orange.
I’ve yet to hang up much art, that’s still in the works, just the original lino print of a woman cuddling her cat, which I have placed so I get to see it every time I walk up the stairs. I love it so much.
I’m just really feeling my spaces now. I put a rug in the art room this evening, and getting my stuffies off my chest means I can access my fibre arts items much more readily.
Mandy gave me a whole bag of clothes today, about half of what she gave me has been washed and hung, I won’t have to buy lounge pants for at least a few years haha. My new prize possession is a black knit cardigan with white stars all over it.
M is good. How the fuck did I get so lucky.
Of course my brain immediately takes me down the mental trap of imagining losing him… God my brain is an asshole.
In unrelated musings… I’ve been trying to collect information as a basis of a Kemetic practice. Of course my friends are committed to Wicca, and I’m following them, just happy to be doing something to tap into my spirituality. This morning we celebrated Imbolc, they made Brigid’s Crosses. I made a spring wreath (it’s not quite finished, maybe I’ll take it to crafting this week).
OH! On Friday I did the prep fitness test, and passed with minimal fuss. It is such a relief to my anxiety over that fucking test. I take the real test in a week, and I’m confident I will have no issues now.
It’s late, this is a mess. Good night.
Last updated February 02, 2025
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