When I started this blog, I had the best of intentions. I was going to come here every day with something so witty, so heartbreakingly beautiful to say, and I am just severely falling short of that mark. Sometimes my feet hurt and I am hungry and cranky and my kids are being brats and I all I can do is wonder,"Why me?"
I think some of my issue with writing here is that I am aware that not only my eyes see it, though I adore interacting with people this way. I get nervous sometimes because I have put myself on display, and while I do not believe in dwelling in negative feelings, I also don't believe in not facing them when I have them. But I don't expect anyone else to have to deal with my darkside blatherings, ya dig?
My blog has languished, but my ink-and-paper tarot journal has positively blossomed! I think, though, that I am ready to climb back on the ol' tarot blogging horse and let that pony run. I feel compelled to kick it old school style with either Seventy Eight Weeks, or possibly a one deck wonder type of study. I dunno, but I am happy, happy to be back!
