I Dwell in Possibility

It's been a while, and I've completed a fascinating experiment: I'm horrible at merging my spirit life with my everyday. So much of creating this blog space was about incorporating a little bit of Spirit in the mundane details of my life, yet I've been neglecting to do any of it, including the blogging. I vow to do better.

The last time I posted, I was waiting to hear how my life was about to change. I spent the better part of spring and most of the beginning of summer waiting to hear about just that, and I did a terrible job of worrying about it instead of just trusting all would be well. I did get the scholarship and I did get into my counseling program, but I did harass the hell out of my two favorite witches, Cute Husband and my mom the entire time. I was awful about accepting that I couldn't be in control of the outcome. I worried. I paced. I chewed on the different outcomes...it was agonizing and I just couldn't stop. 

And of course it was all right. You'd think I'd have learned by now that it all would be fine. That I'd get what I need, and that the Universe would provide. And what I've learned, again, is that it would serve me well to try to keep my finger off the control panel and just let happen what's going to happen anyway. At no point in all these months did I trust in the process, usher in Spirit to lend a helping hand, or did I just settle into the flow. Apparently, I'm a very type A witch.

Luckily enough, there's always the chance for redemption, and I'm grateful that I have this space to come back to. Throughout these past months, I've come to understand that operating at high speed without giving myself over to a spiritual hit every now and then depletes me. I fill up my time with other things that don't feed me, and that's not helpful. The good thing is that there are endless possibilities for improvement.