week in review: Dec 10-16
Dec. 16th, 2018 12:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
iaai_helleall in all I'd say that there was probably too much reading of fanfiction this week. I've been trying to keep ao3 closed accordingly, but only finally got rid of the tabs on the 15th. hopefully I'll keep it gone for all of - or let's say until after Xtianmas. sounds good.
I made some fair good progress on some HP fic ideas. I began a number of art projects. I did not successfully draw a daily tarot card - will need to figure out a ritual time for those in the future, to better encourage the drawing. however, I did come up with an idea for the gym - go the moment I get out of work every afternoon. will put this into practice tomorrow.
the one card I did draw was for monday, the 4 of Pentacles. ironically this was also the day that I headed over to Simmons to ensure that the medical insurance cost (which I did not need, as I already have insurance) was taken off my bill for next semester. saved that money for sure. the Queen of Wands popped out as a flyaway at the 10th shuffle of 13, probably indicating a sort of overwhelm by virtue of having too many things all at once that I want to get done. point taken but not yet acted upon successfully.
(as I type now late at night (early in the morning technically), I've realized my perfume for the day has faded, and I quite miss it.)
witchy friend J ended up ratifying the idea that perhaps I am an empath when we talked about emotions one day. I still don't know how true this may be, but I'm investigating it. I've never heard of an empath who blocked out most deep emotions, including even their own, as a way to cope with the overload, but the fact does remain that I've always been easily able to shift to the current emotional mood of a space or conversation I occupy, and I was in fact so 'sensitive' as a young child that I could barely handle preschool because I would cry whenever someone else was upset around me. I still cry whenever others cry near me, especially if they are people I care about, despite often having no reason to be crying myself. it is like I reflect them, and I've even used that set of words to describe it to my confused younger sister a few times.
of course, due to the aforementioned emotional dulling, I often present with a flat affect that makes people think I couldn't possibly be empathic, and I am not too great at expressing my own emotions. apparently I am good at expressing them in other people, or in fictional settings - been told by multiple people that my characterization and dialogue writing is very 'alive'.
aside from possibly being an empath. I paid my bill for the next semester at Simmons and shall now suffer my low coffers. the resolution to keep track of my receipts is stronger than ever, but somehow I still can't see myself managing it. I do look forward to quitting my current subscription gym in favor of the Simmons school gym once I get my ID card. That's 84$ back in my pocket that I can spend on T passes instead.
I am also in the throes of trying to decide on a setting for my 2019 bullet journal, which will surely be very necessary when I begin academia again. I both look forward to it and am stymied by the plethora of excellent, blank, journals I own. not all of these are dot or grid lined, though. yet the nostalgia moleskine calls to me, as do the peacock and the botany threadbound journals. I plan to finish reading 'the Bullet Journal Method' by Ryder Carroll before I make any final decisions.
I obtained all the materials i require for the final completion of my altar/shrine. with this I imagine I have taken the first steps towards doing more for magic than merely tarot readings and dream interpretation. allegedly by friend J I have already been doing plenty of witchy stuff, but doubt remains. I am pleased with my altar. as part of this, now I finally have an Evil Eye in my bedroom. I hope this will catch anxiety and leave me with fewer incidents of morning nausea.
now, since I have work tomorrow, I shall sleep. iaai Helle, may you grant dreams.
I made some fair good progress on some HP fic ideas. I began a number of art projects. I did not successfully draw a daily tarot card - will need to figure out a ritual time for those in the future, to better encourage the drawing. however, I did come up with an idea for the gym - go the moment I get out of work every afternoon. will put this into practice tomorrow.
the one card I did draw was for monday, the 4 of Pentacles. ironically this was also the day that I headed over to Simmons to ensure that the medical insurance cost (which I did not need, as I already have insurance) was taken off my bill for next semester. saved that money for sure. the Queen of Wands popped out as a flyaway at the 10th shuffle of 13, probably indicating a sort of overwhelm by virtue of having too many things all at once that I want to get done. point taken but not yet acted upon successfully.
(as I type now late at night (early in the morning technically), I've realized my perfume for the day has faded, and I quite miss it.)
witchy friend J ended up ratifying the idea that perhaps I am an empath when we talked about emotions one day. I still don't know how true this may be, but I'm investigating it. I've never heard of an empath who blocked out most deep emotions, including even their own, as a way to cope with the overload, but the fact does remain that I've always been easily able to shift to the current emotional mood of a space or conversation I occupy, and I was in fact so 'sensitive' as a young child that I could barely handle preschool because I would cry whenever someone else was upset around me. I still cry whenever others cry near me, especially if they are people I care about, despite often having no reason to be crying myself. it is like I reflect them, and I've even used that set of words to describe it to my confused younger sister a few times.
of course, due to the aforementioned emotional dulling, I often present with a flat affect that makes people think I couldn't possibly be empathic, and I am not too great at expressing my own emotions. apparently I am good at expressing them in other people, or in fictional settings - been told by multiple people that my characterization and dialogue writing is very 'alive'.
aside from possibly being an empath. I paid my bill for the next semester at Simmons and shall now suffer my low coffers. the resolution to keep track of my receipts is stronger than ever, but somehow I still can't see myself managing it. I do look forward to quitting my current subscription gym in favor of the Simmons school gym once I get my ID card. That's 84$ back in my pocket that I can spend on T passes instead.
I am also in the throes of trying to decide on a setting for my 2019 bullet journal, which will surely be very necessary when I begin academia again. I both look forward to it and am stymied by the plethora of excellent, blank, journals I own. not all of these are dot or grid lined, though. yet the nostalgia moleskine calls to me, as do the peacock and the botany threadbound journals. I plan to finish reading 'the Bullet Journal Method' by Ryder Carroll before I make any final decisions.
I obtained all the materials i require for the final completion of my altar/shrine. with this I imagine I have taken the first steps towards doing more for magic than merely tarot readings and dream interpretation. allegedly by friend J I have already been doing plenty of witchy stuff, but doubt remains. I am pleased with my altar. as part of this, now I finally have an Evil Eye in my bedroom. I hope this will catch anxiety and leave me with fewer incidents of morning nausea.
now, since I have work tomorrow, I shall sleep. iaai Helle, may you grant dreams.
